The Fighting 89th| Escort

We were assigned to escort a detachment of the 45th Combat Engineers to capture a piece of enemy tech by the direct order of ONI. Of course our battlefield commander knew nothing of this. All he was told was that we were to dispatch and capture a detachment of Covenant artillery. Soon we found ourselves in a heated battle and in the chaos a large detachment of the 89th snuck away with the engineers, our superior officers not suspecting a thing. We pushed through the first few lines of defense with little to no ease but the real struggle was ahead. At the end of a long corridor lay the tech we were after, and to get there we had to run a deadly gauntlet of turrets. “Whatever it is,” I thought that day. “It better be worth its weight in souls.” About one hundred eighty of us went in, thirty came out. By the time those of us remaining had returned with the tech, the battle for the artillery was over and we had won. It was only when the tech was being taken away that our superior officers learned of our real mission. That day we earned a new title, ONI’s Hand.