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Operation Iron Tempest Location Planet Acheron VII Objective Eliminate Covenant supply depot and recover critical intel on enemy fleet movements Status High Priority, Covert Assault The icy winds of Acheron VII howled through the valley, carrying razorsharp frost and obscuring the distant mountains with a shroud of perpetual snow. Spartan Commander Blitz surveyed the barren, frozen wasteland from the cockpit of the Pelican Echo5. The Covenant supply depot was nestled deep within a glacial rift — a strategic location that was difficult to assault and nearly impossible to escape from. Perfect. Blitz’s helmet comm clicked as Strix’s voice crackled in. “Commander, recon drones confirm a full Covenant resupply convoy incoming. Elites, Brutes, and a lot of Grunt laborers. No way we’ll stay hidden once the shooting starts.” “Good,” Blitz replied. “We’re not here to hide.” Behind him, COG Fireteam readied their weapons Tetra Dualwielding plasma and frag grenades, her demo charges packed with enough explosives to bury the entire rift. Strix Adjusting the optics on his SRS99 sniper rifle, eyes cold with focus. Havoc A towering figure, gripping a modified M247H heavy machine gun, the weapon humming with barely restrained power. Blitz turned to his team, his visor reflecting the bleak white landscape. “Listen up. We’re hitting them hard and fast. Our primary target is the supply cache. Secondary objective find any data on their fleet movements. If we get that intel, we’ll know where their next strike is coming from.” Tetra grinned beneath her helmet. “Blow the depot, grab the data, ruin their day. Got it.” “COG Fireteam, move out.” Insertion The Pelican swooped low over the rift, its engines muffled by stealth plating. The Spartans dropped one by one, their boots crunching into the snow. Immediately, they melted into the blinding white terrain, their armor systems adapting to the cold environment. Strix took point, his HUD highlighting enemy patrols. He whispered over comms, “Two Elites guarding the east entrance. Convoy’s five minutes out.” “Make it three,” Blitz ordered. A single suppressed shot cracked the air. One Elite dropped silently into the snow, the other’s mandibles barely twitching before it joined its comrade. “Area clear. Moving in,” Strix confirmed. The Ambush The supply depot sprawled across the rift floor, a chaotic assembly of Covenant storage crates, Ghost patrols, and shimmering force fields protecting key assets. The glow of plasma torches flickered where Grunts and Jackals loaded supplies onto the incoming convoy. Blitz marked the targets on his HUD. “Strix, cover the perimeter. Havoc, Tetra — we’re going loud on my mark.” He waited as the convoy rolled in three Spectres and a lumbering Wraith tank bringing up the rear. The Elites directing the operation barked orders, their voices lost in the wind. “Mark.” Tetra’s explosives ripped through the convoy in a fiery eruption. The lead Spectre flipped end over end, crashing into the ice. The Wraith’s armor buckled under the blast, its plasma cannon sputtering and failing. Chaos erupted as Grunts scattered, and Elites roared in fury. Blitz charged forward, his MA5B Assault Rifle shredding through the disoriented Jackals. Havoc’s machine gun thundered, tearing into the ranks of panicked Covenant forces. Plasma bolts seared the air, but the Spartans pressed on, relentless and unstoppable. Strix’s voice cut in, steady despite the chaos. “Phantom inbound Reinforcements dropping in twenty seconds.” “Tetra, plant charges on those supply crates. We need to move” Tetra sprinted through the firefight, priming explosives on every cache she passed. “Charges set Get clear” Blitz waved his team back. “Fall back to the extraction point Strix, cover our retreat.” Extraction Under Fire The rumble of the Phantom’s engines grew louder as it descended, side hatches opening to unleash more Covenant troops. Plasma fire rained down, scarring the ice and cutting off their escape route. “We’re pinned” Havoc growled. Blitz’s mind raced. No time for hesitation. “Strix, take out the pilot” Blitz ordered. Strix’s rifle barked once. The Phantom veered wildly, slamming into a cliff face and erupting in a fireball. The explosion’s shockwave cracked the ice beneath the depot. “Now or never” Blitz yelled. “Detonate, Tetra” Tetra grinned. “Fire in the hole” A series of detonations tore through the supply depot. The ground quaked, ice shattered, and Covenant supplies disappeared in a blizzard of flames and debris. The remaining enemy forces were swallowed by collapsing glaciers. Blitz activated his comm. “Pelican Echo5, we need an immediate pickup” The Pelican swooped down, the rear hatch opening as COG Fireteam sprinted aboard. Havoc hauled himself in last, rounds still firing into the chaos below. “Go, go, go” Blitz ordered. The Pelican roared skyward, leaving the shattered depot behind. Below, the rift continued to collapse, burying what remained of the Covenant’s supplies. Mission Accomplished As the Pelican sped toward orbit, Blitz checked the datapad Tetra handed him, Covenant fleet positions scrolling across the screen. “This intel’s gold,” Tetra said. “We just handed the UNSC their next move.” Blitz nodded. “And took away the Covenant’s.” Havoc laughed, leaning back. “They’re gonna feel that one.” Blitz’s visor glowed faintly in the dim light. Another victory, another step toward reclaiming the stars. COG Fireteam never backed down — and neither would he