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Revenge - tp119 by The Pedestrian No.119
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Chapter 1: Assualt
Date: 1 December 2006, 7:56 am
Zuka 'Hulamee strapped himself into the drop insertion pod. He ran a systems check, made sure there weren't any punctures in the armor plating, then slammed the ready button. Another Sanghieli approached the hatch of the pod. There was a small hiss as the module pressurized itself. This was his first time actually using one of these little deathtraps. When he joined the Ultras, 'Hulamee thought that he would be free of the suicidal tactics of the SpecOps ranks. But, turns out that the Sanghieli at the Ultra status had an even greater mental instability, judging that his Commander's plan required the pods to land inside the Brute stronghold.
He watched overhead as the timer counted down from thirty. He made a silent prayer as the countdown reached ten, and when 'Hulamee felt a thump he knew he was about to die. This was absolutely terrifying. The heat continued rising so high his energy shield flared a small bit. Since Elites sweat out a mixture of sweat and excess blood, liquid with a purple tint started leaking down from his forehead. He felt as the first airbrakes fired and the pod lurched upwards and started a spin that would make the probability of impact with the structure questionable.
He looked at the viewscreen when the secondary brakes fired. "Impact in thirty," his commander said over a private BattleNet. 'Hulamee counted down from thirty. Right when he said zero, the pod slammed into the unexpected. A Brute-controlled phantom shuddered as a small object left a hole strait through the aircraft's belly. It spiraled down and lodged its nose inside the floating installation.
'Hulamee's pod bounced once and slammed into a manned turret. The Brute operating it was crushed partially and then he rolled of the side of the station. 'Hulamee shook off the impact the best he could and kicked open the door. The disorientation kicked in, and the warrior was dizzy, dizzy to a point where he could barely stand upright. 'Hulamee injected himself with a stimulant, located his energy blade and found a Brute's energy rifle on the rusted hull of the station. He brought his attention to a series of holes in one wing of the structure where his comrade's pods had landed.
A Brute hurled a spike grenade at them. A small cone-shaped explosion cratered the hull to his left. Little spikes splintered a nearby Jackal full of fragments. Much like a human grenade, 'Hulamee thought. He fired on the nearby Brute with his energy rifle. Blood poured out of the alien, followed by the smell of burnt hair and flesh. The Brute returned fire with nothing but a carbine, which did little effect to 'Hulamee's shields.
'Hulamee threw down the Brute Plasma Rifle and ignited his Energy Sword. In a blur of motion, a blood-soaked brute lied on the metal, cold and dead. He scanned the large station for an entrance inside its hull. Next to the downed phantom there was what looked like a small puncture that had been made by another one of the dropping pods. The only problem was, there was a swarm of drones in the area, with a party of brutes and jackals. From what he saw, about twenty enemies.
The Elite started by lobbing two policed spike grenades at the party. Five drones were shredded into a gory heap, two jackals were launched off the station, and a Brute had been critically injured. One of the enemies noticed 'Hulamee. A huge wall of plasma flashed by the Elite. He opened up with his energy rifle, killing a pair of jackals. A brute came closer than 'Hulamee allowed, and was punished for his efforts. Blue blood splattered the patterned metal. One of the Brutes hefted a gravity rifle, a huge cumbersome weapon that was extremely powerful. The beast fired his weapon at a crate, which sailed towards 'Hulamee. He ducked away, avoiding the possibility of being crushed. A plasma grenade sailed through the air, landed on a brute's arm, and resulted in a violent detonation. One more brute left.
The last remaining opponent was quite larger then most of it's kind, had oily black hair, and had muscles capable of taking on a hunter. "By the gods… a Brute Aggressor," 'Hulamee murmured to himself. He ignited his energy blade and hurled a plasma grenade. The explosive adhered to the Aggressor's back and detonated.
'Hulamee stared in disbelief. He was punched with such force that it knocked him nearly twenty-five feet backwards. His shields had been completely drained. The Aggressor held a Fuel Rod Cannon like most brutes held their carbines; with one hand. The huge beast fired it repeatedly at the Sanghieli, reloaded swiftly, and then repeated the process. 'Hulamee charged forward and dug his blade into the enemy. The Brute flinched, picked 'Hulamee up, and hurled him into a crate. Blood pooled in the corner of his eye.
The Elite found a nearby carbine and emptied a whole clip into the Brutes head. It showed signs of extreme agony, but it kept on approaching. The Aggressor started roaring incoherently, threw down his weapon and charged at the Elite. 'Hulamee dived out of the way. When the enraged brute hit a container the cargo module was dented so fiercely that it could no longer be used.
'Hulamee tried using his sword one last time. Both bodies clashed at top speed, but the Aggressor was stabbed through the neck. 'Hulamee lied on the ground. He tried to push himself up, but no success. Was that his blood, or the Aggressor's? The Sanghieli couldn't tell. His vision started blurring and he saw a white figure approaching him. Zuka 'Hulamee fell unconscious in a pool of blood.
Chapter 2: Unwanted Alliance
Date: 5 December 2006, 8:28 pm
Zuka 'Hulamee awoke under a large strobelight. He looked to his left to see a large pipe filled with some sort of gas that the forerunners would collect. He sat up off the ground. "Pleased to see you're alright," said a slightly feminine voice.
'Hulamee turned to see a Sanghieli warrior, but one lightly built, less muscular, a tad bit shorter, and cold blue eyes. "I'm Roka 'Ornylee. Seems like the commander's brilliant plan got most of the squad involved. We get to sit it out. I prefer to fight, kill a large number of the Brutes, and get a step closer to my promotion,"
'Hulamee could tell by the sound of her words that she was a typical suicidal Ultra. "Well I don't want to get killed. This place has Brute Aggressors wandering the halls. I don't want to have to face another one of those animals,"
'Ornylee paused for a moment, thinking. "Just come," she ordered. 'Hulamee clicked his mandibles in annoyance. His squadmate grabbed a Plasma Rifle that was resting on the wall and rounded a corner. He found a carbine and loaded it with the radioactive ammunition.
A door slid open revealing an empty loading bay. Gas canisters rode on some sort of energy conveyor belt while a large pipe going through the middle of the room loaded up the containers. Nearby, a few Jackals loaded containers onto a cargo phantom. 'Hulamee started picking up a transmission on his BattleNet. "This is Fise 'Gornulee, requesting reinforcements as soon as possible, Brute Aggressors are in the vicinity,"
"That didn't sound good," 'Ornylee whispered. They both crept up behind the Jackals who seemed to be complaining about something and just slacking off. "Why do we have to load this damned gas into the phantoms anyway," one of them shouted, "The brutes should stick with the lifting. Those apes don't realize that we could easily break away and join the Elites. At least they don't steal our rations,"
"Oh really," a Brute said as he walked into the room. Well, you filthy lizards, maybe I want to consider that treason, which here is punishable by death,"
"Yeah," one of the Jackals replied, "after I'm dead you'll probably eat me. Your race is full of primitive apes who hit stuff because you aren't good for anything else,"
Two more brutes and a few more Jackals entered the room. They started fighting; one of the Brutes punched a hole into a Jackal, literally. An Aggressor trudged his way through the scuffle."QUIET!" he yelled. "You all will die soon if you don't realize there are two Elites up on that balcony.
"How did he notice us," Ornylee asked, diving behind a large control module. "The Aggressors detect by smell and sound," 'Hulamee answered. "Not sight,"
They dived into an open chute that was used to transport supplies downwards in a swift manner. 'Hulamee gripped onto his carbine almost to the point of breaking it; he wasn't sure if this is was for supplies or garbage. The forerunners didn't distinguish the two. He felt a painful thud on his back. His shields overloaded because of the speed of impact. He tumbled into a crate which soon fell over onto a gas canister. The container exploded, sending 'Hulamee airborne. Even though the cargo module prevented most of the flames from burning him, the sheer force sent him flying into 'Ornylee, who had just landed with almost the same results as her ally. 'Hulamee's gauntlets had small sharp barbs crudely mounted on them, which dug into 'Ornylee's unshielded flesh. She sprang upwards and yelped in pain. "This place is full of surprises," 'Hulamee remarked.
"I can't wait to get out of this damned hellhole," 'Ornylee grunted. They came upon a shut door. 'Hulamee kicked it down and slammed his back to the fall. "Cleansing Flame!" shouted 'Ornylee as she hurled a plasma grenade at a Major Jackal. He and two others of his kind flew high above the metal floors."Don't shoot at that machinery," 'Hulamee said, noting how valuable the technology could be to the Elites. 'Ornylee ignored him and shot a drone down off a pipe. She reeled herself back and clubbed a Jackal Assassin, Jackals with active camouflage that would sneak up behind one and stab them with a shield-disrupting pierce dagger.
'Hulamee ducked out of the course of a Brute shot bayonet. He slammed the barrel of his Carbine into the beast's neck and fired four times. It started to lose its balance, gasped for air, and then it suddenly sprung into motion and punched 'Hulamee in the torso. 'Hulamee forgot that Brutes had an amazingly large number of windpipes. He slammed the creature in the head with the butt of his carbine. "I love close combat," he mumbled to himself.
A Brute Captain accompanied by two lower ranking units of his own kind and a several Jackals rode down an elevator to his level. They must've known the two Elites were down there, because they stuffed an old Shade plasma turret on board. It fired at 'Hulamee's position. "Wait till it overheats, then attack," he barked at Ornylee. Once again, she was being suicidal and stubborn. The female Elite ignited her energy sword and decided to take the hostiles on. 'Hulamee hurled a spike grenade into the mass of beings. Blood and body parts, chucks of metal, and other things flew into the air.
The shooting stopped and 'Hulamee went to the elevator. Surprisingly, Ornylee was alive; but the warrior was bleeding rather badly, and she was starting to show a little shock. 'Hulamee cursed. "Are you insane? Do you want to die," he shouted at her. "That's how all SpecOps and Ultras are; no wonder so many of you are killed each skirmish,"
Ornylee stared at the ground, watching her blood start to pool. Then the hissing sound of a door opening went off. Loud, thunderous footsteps started to increase in volume. "Don't move or make any sounds," 'Hulamee whispered. Two Brute Aggressors dragged long cords into the room. One departed soon after, knocking down things as it left, while the other headed towards the elevator. The huge alien sniffed once. It looked down at them. It smells the blood, 'Hulamee thought, we're good as dead. The Aggressor opened its mouth to let out a loud battle cry. The Elite sprang upwards, shoved a spike grenade into the alien's mouth, and kicked it back as hard as he could.
An explosion knocked him and Ornylee into the elevator. 'Hulamee's shields had completely drained, he was rather bloody, and all the strength had been drained from him. "'Hulamee! We're above your position. Our objective has been accomplished; the Two Councilors are alive but rather shaky. They've requested to be taken to Sanghiel as soon as we get aboard the ship,"
"I read you! Both of us are wounded; we might need help getting out of here," 'Hulamee replied. He limped over to the elevator control module and felt the platform rise. Ornylee was immobile; barely breathing and had a mental breakdown. That would happen every once in a while to a SpecOps or Ultra operative due to the nature of the combat and injuries that they received.
He carried the light 'Ornylee over to a group of medics who rushed her to the phantom. He walked over to his commander, who wanted to tell him something. "I just wanted to thank you for blowing your secondary pod breaks a tad bit earlier. Then we heard radio traffic that your BattleNet picked up and we heard about the Aggressors. You were the only one who managed to kill any. Killing two is outstanding; even for an Elite of your status,"
"Thank you, Excellency," 'Hulamee replied.
He boarded the Phantom and started to sleep in the standing position the gravity generators would suspend passengers in.
Chapter 3: Encounters
Date: 5 December 2006, 8:43 pm
ANDRE-026 gripped his M90 Shotgun. Ever since they were issued a mission to interrupt a covenant dig located in the Himalayas, he had finally been able to actually fight the Covenant for a rather long period of time. He and two other Spartans, REGINA-141 and DARREN-092 were assigned to the task. So far so good, just a large force of grunts in their way. It was rather strange that there weren't any Jackals in the area.
They went down as soon as they poked their ugly little faces out of cover. Bright blue gel-like fluid oozed out of bullet holes. No more Elites were anywhere near the planet; it seems like they all retreated at once. Only Brutes still fought with the humans currently. Regina slammed one of the fleeing grunts with the butt of her BR55 Battle rifle. The simian alien's skull crushed under the weight of the blow.
Darren used his Sub Machine Gun to dispatch a lone grunt cowering in a corner. "These tunnels seem rather extensive due to geological surveys," he said.
"Then we better reach the prize before the covenant," Andre said, reloading shells into his shotgun.
Regina remained quiet, as usual. She reloaded the battle rifle and checked her ammo supplies. An explosion shook the narrow tunnels. Rocks fell from the ceiling of a large chamber that had formed. A few of them actually crushed a grunt. The three Spartans continued on, unaware of the situation. "C'mon Hazaz, we gots ta' get to the dig," one of the grunts shouted, not noticing the three humans following them.
"Ugh, can't run with this stupid thing on my back," complained the other grunt, who must've been named Hazaz.
"I didn't know they spoke English," whispered Darren.
They ran unnoticed down several miles of shafts and cavers dug out by the covenant. Finally, the three came across a huge ancient room with beams of light for a floor. Below the beams there was a huge pool of molten rock. A huge contingent of Brutes was down there, along with grunts that were keeping a great distance from the apes. Regina fired at one instinctively, killing it. They all turned at once. "Regina, you filth-"
That's all Darren had time to say before he was ripped apart by a volley of grenades. Regina took a serious beating, rendering her cold and motionless. But still barely alive. Andre slung her over his shoulder and ran as fast as his body allowed him to. In an extremely short amount of time he was able to exit the caves, trample over a pair of grunts and sprint across the mountainside. He found a pile of wood and tried his best to make a fire without using weapons.
He treated Regina the best he could. After about five hours she woke up, shivering, in borderline shock, and hurting like hell. "Can you move?" Andre asked her.
Regina tried to will her finger to move but there was no response. "No," she said, coughing up a small amount of blood. He injected her with his strongest stimpac. "Now?" he asked.
Regina favored him with a dirty look and answered with an abrupt "No, I can't!"
He removed some of the armor plating to see if there were any problems. A huge amount of plasma burns could be found on Regina's skin. After he prepared to try and help a little more, an Elite Zealot rounded a rock.
"How ya' doing?" Andre asked, visor to visor with the alien.
The Elite roared at him. it then slammed him in the helmet. Andre flew back thanks to the powerful force of the punch. "Can't you just take us prisoner? Master Chief told me all about how you guys hate those apes. I'd rather fight the Brutes then the Elites,"
The alien clicked its mandibles. He said something unkown to the two Spartans and then a Stealth Elite materialized from thin air, plasma rifles heated. It tried to say something in the human tougue. "You now follow,"
It said, with extreme discomfort.
Even though this was agianst all Andre had learned, he swifltly threw his comrade over his shoulder and did as ordered. They started to run, which was a little hard to keep up with. Some of the Elites could run really fast with little effort. After roughly a mile and one half a Spirit dropship was in a landing position. He stepped into the vehicle at the order of the aliens. He sat onto one of the cumbersome chairs.
A covenant dropship flew into space. It landed onto a small vessel, a Covenant Corvette, and brought along a suprise on board.
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