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The Convoy- Written by aMoeba
The ODSTs' boots shifted into and out of the sand, the dense particle sticking onto their now battle hardened armor. Dunes of the closeby ridge loomed over their current location. The tank slowly pedaled, trekking athwart the volatile terrain.
The terrain wasn't the only thing that they weren't accustomed to. A brutish force, quite ironically consisting of Brutes themselves, attempted to compromise their attempts at escorting Virgil across the area.
The one man that seemed to have felt it the most roughly though, was Pvt. Gavin Williams. Being a private, he was fresh off the plane, and certainly not experienced when it came to missions like these. Nonetheless, he gave his best effort towards the cause, as the objective spoke for itself; protect the asset. Gavin's only desire was to get home and see his family.
A thunderous clamor roared from over the dune in front of them. Without haste each ODST raised their weapons in preparation and the Scorpion tank had paused, rotating its main weapon to the source of the sound. Gavin ducked behind a large slab of stone, and Virgil hid from visible sight and danger.
Descending from the sky was an enemy bent on annihilating the likes of Virgil. Each ODST exchanged their fire with the target and gave another glance to the ridge of the dune as they all in unison reloaded. Suddenly, it almost appeared to be too quiet. The squadron proceeded only a dozen meters before encountering a wraith. Before cognitively making a decision, Gavin landed atleast several dozen feet from any allies or enemies. His injuries were severe, as blood rushed out of his armor and plasma attempted to clot the blood. The explosives that the wraith packed were almost always fatal, and he was a lucky one.
According to the radar inside of the Scorpion, the destination was only over that ridge. But it seems that the enemies were more intelligent than they had expected at first. They flanked the ODSTs' from every which angle, only summoning greater forces as time, in its constant motion, proceeded.
More hellish enemies emerged. The numbers of ODSTs' were dwindling, as was their ammunition count. The Scorpion required serious repairs to be able to stand so much as another wraith encounter, as it seems the wraiths had been more powerful since they last locked eyes.
Gavin quickly raised himself to his feet, not accompanied by any other allies. There were none that could help. With only a few remaining, and the head crewmember of the Scorpion tank the only one still available, they were sure to lose the battle. But one facet of technology they definitely did not possess; courage. The brutes must have definitely had more stamina and raw strength, but they did not come close in comparison to the humans' will and intelligence.
Gavin skipped forward, easing off shots of his magnum at brutes consistently, repeating a headshot after another. The brutes were beginning to suffer from lethal attacks and extreme accuracy from the ODSTs'. The Scorpion tank began its final traverse to the destination, Virgil still slowly following suit. They advanced up the hill, gravity now taking its toll on the team. With the amount of brutes decreasing, they had a few more seconds before the next rush.
As if it was an eternity, Gavin attempted to make contact with the interstellar cruiser. There was no response. The communications had been completely lost. Reaching that destination was completely necessary to extract help from the allies sitting just outside the atmosphere of the sandy giant. A beacon could provide valuable transmissions, aiding in the survival of the small amount of the squad remaining, and most of all, Virgil.
With a sprint Gavin's legs worked at full capacity in order to reach that point. His stamina was running, certainly not literally, and most of his body felt numb and powerless. The Scorpion tank and the rest of the ODSTs' finally reached the crest of the dune, where the now destroyed ruins of the wraith lied. The fuel of Scorpion was exhausted from the hike. The tank commander hopped out of the hatch with a plasma pistol and began to open the emergency reserves. Of the five ODST's left, one stayed back to protect him. The other four, including Gavin, began to set up the interstellar communications beacon.
Less than halfway through, a massive collaboration of enemies marched over the other closest dune, which was especially close in terms of the distance from their previous stop to get here. Gavin took cover behind the prebuilt indestructible slab, beckoning the others to fight instead as he completed the setup.
Time was fleeing, as was their military might. At last! The beacon had been set up. A simple tap of a button and aid was on its way - but he couldn't reach it. He lumped on the ground, taking all of his energy to do so. But he had none. Two of the four ODST's fighting off the incoming invasion had perished. The tank crewmember and the ODST guarding him had also disappeared, their rubble along with the wraith only serving to cover his location and the beacon from the enemies' vision. One of the ODST's fighting off the invasion barked back at Gavin, commanding him to hit the switch. Gavin couldn't. It wasn't a matter of a decision, or a contemplation currently taking place in his mind, he just couldn't. He was depraved of all possible energy. His heart couldn't pump fast enough to give him the energy he needed. Strands of muscle in his arms and legs were torn by plasma weapons and bullets alike, him being mistaken for friendly fire. By now it was only him and one ODST left. The final ODST that wasn't Gavin rushed to his side, but could not assist him. He was devoid of all possible medications.
And then he was gone, like the wind that rushed over the sand. Gavin reached for his side, and felt blood that tasted like the magnum he was now aiming at the switch with. He took a few lousy shots at it, but they all missed. He exhaled in hopes of a sharper aim, his pain only increased due to the laceration in his trachea. The bullet, made of tungsten, flipped the switch for sure. The beacon lit up, and a response quickly came in from the atmosphere. A voice as if from the fleet above began to speak.
"Roger wilco. Dropping artillery and supplies momentarily. Squad had best be oscar mike."
Gavin was going to die. He always thought of this moment. It was the decision that almost prevented him from joining the military to begin with. It would effectively destroy the minds of his children, and shatter the relationship with his wife. He heard the supersonic sound of the jet looming above. The ricketing of the bombs about to drop made him clench his heart, almost tangible through his skin. To his left was Virgil, still cleverly hidden amongst the debris. He saw in his mind his family, his house, his pets, everyone he ever knew, everyone he ever loved, everyone he ever remembered from his history courses. This is what it felt like. He cried, but it was no use.

Details
Asset Convoy was built with Escort style gameplay in mind. With the recent lack of Escort style maps for Asset, I realized one of the major reasons was because of the gametype. Asset V2 just couldn't be mixed incredibly well for Escort and Holdout style games. Therefore, Asset Convoy was created. The player traits haven't been changed too dramatically, so that players won't have trouble adjusting.

-In Convoy, each map has three destinations. This is just to make sure that games do not end in a tie, and players do not go off track.

-The VIP does not have a waypoint over his head. By not having a waypoint, players will be given more options as to how they will get to the destinations, and opens the door to almost stealth type gameplay. For example; two of the maps feature tanks. DO NOT have everyone simply stand ontop of the tank. It doesn't work. You're destroying the whole point of not having a waypoint, and will most likely die. What you should do instead, is plan ahead. Use the tank and a handful of ODST as a distraction, while the VIP goes around the combat and safely arrives to the destination points.

-With each passing destination point, it will get much harder to get to the next one. Your resources will be lower, and you will be closer to the enemy.

Honor Rules
As much as I hate to say it, there are honor rules. They're straight forward and won't be too annoying though.
-Covenant are not allowed to drive designated human vehicles.

-Covenant are not allowed to unblock checkpoints.

Maps
There are three maps, made by myself and Given To Fly 93.

Arctic Dispatch by Given to Fly 93
Roll Call by rifte gifle
Desert Package by rifte gifle