Victories last hope by me
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Victories last hope ch 1 the beginning
Date: 18 February 2005, 8:53 AM
Greg was a child on the colony in the colony of Scillica it was a world that the Covenant had missed on the outer part of the inner colonies. There was only one path left open to the rest of Earths children and the gap was rapidly closing due to solar drift and millitary checkpoints that were glassed. The city that he lived in was considered independent from the main colony even though they were connected by glass domes and the dungeon like catacombs under the surface. As he walked back from school he glanced at the crystal mines and remebered his dads lessons on vthe varios types of crystals found there this crystal called a chris can store many times more information then the standard memory crystals currently we only sell these to the UNSC so they can make larger and more complex AIs this is called a rune Its clear with a tint of red its stronger then 3 meters of titanium a this one small peice is the future to armor and meele weapons while he wasnt paying attention the shadow of a bully loomed over Greg when suddenly he was lifted by the bully he said "Moe let go of me" Moe and his friends just laffed and moe said "make pipsqueak" he suddenly felt a years worth of anger agaist Moe well up in he heart and suddenly his vision faded red but before he lost control of his senses he heard screaming and a voice that sounded like his own laughing."IT BURNS" and he then faded out.
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Years later
Ikna'inmakee laughed "how could they have hidden this world from us for so long" grunts ran around in the background helping the engineers repair the damage the infidels had dared inflict on the vessels that were blessed by the divine covenant with the prophets and the gods. "ASSEMBLE THE FLEETS"
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On Scillica
He was now 16 and his friends were with him 10 years after that one day. His Best Friend David said "hey man I think your dad has somthin special today" I replied "of course today Im 16. What would you expect." before David could reply his Dad showed up. His dad had benn trainng him in all possible means of combat knife, swords, staffs, and Guns and he was far ahead of his classes. Today he was finished with his traning. His dad Gave him crystal knives that were unlike anything he had seen.They glowed with a light that was pure. Before he could say anythig plasma fell from the sky and the alarms sounded. "The covenant are attacking we are about to die. please be calm as you run panicking for the shelters." Dropships fell from the sky as if it were raining the thick glass domes that were supposed to protect them from plasma were destroyed instantly. A dropship landed on the weak roof planning to deystoy it and covenant elites were grav lifted into the living room. "Run Ill hold em Off" his dad yelled as he picked up a kithchen knife. As the teens and the rest off the adults left a young elite watched from the roof as the man slaughtered the grunts and jackals before they could shoot.
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THe elite was young and unnamed and watched as the infidel killed one of his own kind. The unnamed one jumped down after telling the grunts under his command not to interfere. The elite said to the infidel "You fight well and I am glad you are here killing you shall give me a name worthy of my skill." "Only if I let you kill me and I wont" the infidel dared reply. He thought how dare he speak to me the Infidel shall pay for marking me with his shame. THe unnamed one charged with his bare claws and grabbed the infidels knife and kneck. He felt so unclean touching the filths weapon. as the infidel died he rembered the words he spoke the others and the love he fely for the young one. "And i will also enjoy the honor of your families blood" and he killed the infidel.
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Greg saw the elite and heard what he had said. I was stunned at the elite merciless kill. My friends told me to go and as we moved one of the grunts saw us. "Infidel Master look. Let me kill him." The teens ran and past the broken streets of their youth. They sprinted into the area their families waited only to find that only 1 person was left Greg's mom. The phantom had slaughtered the rest. Then the elite that had killed his father appeared and drove his swoed through his mother. "only one left and the honor of your blood will be mine." They ran till they were sure they had outrun that ghost of an elite. I had to be dragged out of the room enduring the elites taunts.
They entered a large hole in the side of an appartment building. Up ahead the saw the flashes of fire that foretold of other humans battling the covenant. "Go help them you probably could do better jobs then those marines" I said with a voice full of the anguish and anger the made arguments sound futile. My friends told me not to go looking for that one elite and left Davind turned around and nodded his respect.
I was in a tunnel like area in that hole and I was one of the areas that had a "roof" with pipes sticking out from the patches of roof. 2 or 3 would slip right out if I pulled on them. I crouched and waited for an enemy bastard to show his ugly face. I was instantly pleased as a gold elite came around the corner and into the hole through the hotel with hi plasma sword drawn. the Elite said "You will make a great addition to my count." He jumped forward at me and I side steped as his sword hit a loose block I swept my foot through his and he lost his footing and fell to the ground. My other foot met him halfway down in the gut. He jumped up in time to miss my stomp to the back of his head and as I overextended his plasma shone through the space my pelvis had just vacated when I jumped and kicked for his face. I ducked his next swing for my head and lashed out at his nonexistent groin. I jumped up again as he swung but he halted it before it passed my center and pointed the blande up expecting me to fall on it. I seemed to hover there he looked up as I reached forward with one hand for a loose pipe. I had grabbed a secure pipe and smashed my new weapon on his head. I then swung forward and landed squarley on his stomach. His shields drained. I picked up a rock and hammered the pipe into his cracked helmet. Just then I remebered the crystal kives in my pack. I had them with me the whole time.
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The unnamed one wathched this happen. he would make a worthy opponent. I shall let him grow into a more honorable target before killing him he thought.
This is my first story so dont go to hard on me and tell me if you liked how i used a first person view.
Victories last hope Ch2 hell hole of war
Date: 18 February 2005, 10:38 PM
I was now a marine fighting on a planet unofficially called "hell." The world was as close to the sun as humanly safe; it was so close the Covenant didnt need to glass it. Our platoon was trying to take back the city of Amackle. Below me was a major crossing. Only from here could we move to other parts of the city,and of course it was controlled by the covenant. His squad were about to attack the hardpoint; the problem was there were around 5 elites and supporting grunts and jackals who had set up shields around the middle of the room. The elites and few grunts were inside the circle made by the shields. The rest of the grunts had set up turrets around the shield wall forming the outer ring. The jakals formed an inner ring. I saw the singnal made by the sarges hand light in the shade of one of the doors. It blinked in old morse code "attack in 2 minutes ready skylight maneuver." I felt a sense of pride I had created this special maneuver. I looked to the others "Fasten your harnesses we drop in 2 minutes, remeber gernades first then open up full auto on the survivours." the other 3 understood. One said "This is gonna be fun." I checked my MA5B assult rifle I was one of the fer that didnt have a Battle rifle; I was also the only one in our squad not using a smg, but my rifle had some advantages. I had upgraded the rifle to give me better accuracy and range. The best part was dragon gernade launcher attached to the bottom. It was a new type of gernade it shot out superheated shrapnel that had a better chance of penetrating shields. I glanced at my mission clock 10 seconds, I checked my harness 5seconds, I shouldered my rifle 0 seconds, my squad jumped down the hole in the roof flying past the various floors. We stopped 3 floors above the elite just as planned and fired our gernades.
Only one survivor who had broken his legs, hands, and was bleeding badly. I yelled hold fire, dropped and booted him in the head. Our the rest of our platoon attacked weakening one side of the perimeter as a diversion. They withdrew as the jakals reinforced that area. We then switched off the shields and stealthily killed the turrets on the opposite side. I disengaged one of the turrets and turned it around. One of the jakals noticed and yelled at the grunts and other jakals. The grunts manning the turrets Turned around and got off the turrets when they noticed they couldnt get us. As soon as the jakals turned and tried to maneuver around the shields in their path the platoon they had forgotten opened fire in their exposed backs.
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Covenant deystroyer
HE had benn named the very day he had killed the ifidel and could not find a name that tell of his deeds In his language or the other speicies of the covenant. He then found the name in the infidels inferior language. Blood.
He had grown in honor in his species but he could not take the place of honor gaurd till he finished his debt of the blood honor. His fleet hovered over the contested planet. It was named anashite in the inferior tounge. HE was here because he had heard the one that had his debt that could only be paid for by the infidels blood or his. ____________________________________________________________
Anashite
The dream came upon him again he was standing in this black room suddenly stars appeared and it fet like he was walking in space. He saw his home world he was in that same room he saw his father standing there saying "why didnt you save me Greg" he reapeted that line over and over till th elite appeared. I killed his father. it turned tword him he heard his words "your friends and family shall be mine infidel." he then saw that same elite kill his frineds in front of him and each time saying "youre friends infidel then you you shall suffer as you deserve to." Finally he saw his last remaining friend. The elite walked behind me "he shall die" the elite whispered "and I will kill him and with his last breath he will curse you."
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David was on watch, he turned and saw his friend shaking. The same nightmare that had haunted him for over 2 years. He walked over to wake his friend up and heard him saying "They died-." David shook his friend awake "dont worry it was only a dream"he said when suddenly hundreds of phantoms screamed overhead. The platoon quickly woke up and the commander said "Back to base double time unless you want to die in this God forsaken place."
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Greg ran with the others in his platoons and heard someone say "Its always God forsaken why cant we ever be stationed where God is." I replyed on the run "Wars hell get used to it."
As they ran back to base which was the "crossroad" they had taked they ran in to a covenant kill batalion. Hundreds of grunts, at least 10 elites, and 20 drones. The jakals werent seen till a lance of plasma shot at a corpral. "SNIPERS RUN" yelled a frightened pfc. When they got to the halway that led to the crossroads. I turned around and opened up with the ar. Grunts that were thrying to kepp up were mowed down. And the large group behind them fell tto a barrage of dragon gernades. At base they had repositioned the shields to act as doors. The sarge had just reached the shield door. I heard him yell let us in. I kept concetrating on rear gaurd when I ran out of ammo. "Shit" I reached for another clip when I heard the unique sound of a plasma sword. I looked up and saw an gold elite "much honor you will bring" the translation software whispered in my ear. I pulled my standard issue combat knife and one of the 5 knives my dad had given me. This was the only one that looked like a standard combat knife. I still saw the glow on the inside of the crystal. After 2 years it still shone as bright if no brighter then when I first got it.
The crystal knife was in my main (right) hand the standard issue in my left. My standard issue was held with the blade in the stabbing position blade down. My crystal knife was held blade up. I dodged his first swing and my standard issue stabbed at his hand. His shield flared at his claw and my crystal knife flashed up and pierced his shield and split the muscles in his arm. Before I pulled the knife out the shield looked like it was pulled tword the knife. My standard issue flashed tword his knee and was repelled by the shield. My crystal knife landed solidly in his lower stomach. I kept pushing with one hand and niticed the shield "pull" tword the knife and the glow in the knife grew brighter. My other hand flew around past his shoulder and the standard issue slipped into his neck at the top of his spine and pulled it to the right side. I felt the blood spray on my hand. The crystal knife pulled and smoothly rotated into the down position in my hand and glided across the front of his neck. He collapsed into me as he lost controll of his body. I felt the elite die as his purple blood spilled on me. I was drenched in what loked like purple. Vengeance began now.
Victories last hope ch 3 vengeance starts now
Date: 15 April 2005, 2:57 AM
After the battle Specmarines division one alpha platoon was finally away from the front. Greg sat next to the marine fresh from boot. He had just finished telling him about why he had joined and what had happened since; just as he had asked."you know thats the first time anyones ever asked." The Sam shrugged "Well I was curious" he said "and you were closest. Plus theres just somthing about you that I just had to ask about." He smiled and looked around his remaining childhood frind was still on patrol, and even worse was the fact that beer wasnt allowed this close to the front.
He was about to turn back but he saw something or rather someone that caught his eye. Sam saw this and said "Ya same thing I did she came in from boot but she was in a diffrent program." He paused and said "Sniping." "Well she can watch my back no prob." They were both laughing and swappen jokes and insults till David came back. "Hey man your up in a couple of hours but till then whats TO FUCKING EAT THIS SHIT SUCKS." Greg answered "Well I hear that Freddy has some grunts hed grillin but the medic shut that idea down when some methane in its lungs caughtand it whent boom." Then they were cracking up and laughing like maniacs while making some rather insulting comments about the navy.
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Up in orbit fleet was fighting for their lives as cruisers and frigates as well as the only dreadnaught ship made by the UNSC faced off with the covenant fleet. Two of the new devastator class deystroyers using captured covenant slip space engines to plot a pinpoint jump next to the juggernaught."Ready the mac rounds and charg the plasma turret" the ship supported upgraded macs and a plasma turret but still no shields. The Dreadnaut had five macs a specialized generator for every three each one was upgraded and could fire three full power shots and four reduced but it would be much weaker one fired backwords. Each of its massive main engines required half the energy createdby th generator supplying engine power. It also had some very thick skin. "Enemy deystroyer turning to engage."The captain replied "two percent increase and weapons find a firing solution for the macs the plasma already has one fire as she bears." As they complied a beam played across the enemy shields as the macs found firing solutions on one of the other ships, a carrier. Three shot rang from each gun as a sizable amount of reinforcements apeared. Fear settled in the fleet as they turned red.
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"Launch all seraphs and load phatoms take over Honem'honorme I'm going down" the elite with a silverish ring around its right eye; which had started to appear after he had killed the infidels father and had been hunting him ever since"My kill awaits on the surface."
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The marines were to rendezveus with the marines of beta platoon. Many were the geeks and freaks of the marines field, that may explain why they got all the toys. Then they would attack the covenant front with beta. His heart leapt in joy as he heard he and his friends which were now Sam and David would protect the snipers including her. He pretended to gripe as the captain passed through the assignments.
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They were in position he was prone next to the snipers his ar aimed at the acess way as David loaded his modified br55 he had upped the caliber and scope had added at least 18 rounds to the magazine and had added semi and full auto. He watched as the platoon raced forwardand as a sqaudron of phantoms swooped in and raked fire across the exposed men then they in turned were fired upon by a large amount of short sword medium fighters. Unfortunatley they had dropped their load closer to where the were hiding. Fire the raged around as snipers fired their loud weapons at the covenant. Then shotty fire as Sam burst in firing down the stairwell. Laughable he thought as he ran up and fired an incindiary gernade at the advancing covenant forces then opened up in earnest. Jakals wre dead and the grunts dienig as the elites raced up the stairwell. He eptied the extended clip as what he thought to be the last died inches from him. He felt the blood on his suit from the holes in the last elite and heard David taking out the covenant in with his br55 of coarse many more fell to the snipers. He and as he was reloading he felt a feeling in his gut that told him to turn. He turned and saw and elite charging up the stairs he had cleared the last as Greg dropped his weapon and came up with his straight backed crystal knife and iyts duplicate made of the same material. He saw the elites weapond had been dystroyed by the gernade,but it pulled out a knife made of a familiar looking substances crystal but not like the one he was holding. He thrust with his right hand as the memories came pouring out it was from his colony. His outher hand moved to block the attempt to dishand him as he withdrew the knife. It hadnt worked there wasnt a hole in the elites belly. He then flipped the left hand blade across his hand into a reverse grip and vaugley heard his friends telling him to move. He ignored them and went for a slash across the arm failed and feignted for the enemies head dropped sweeped its leg and put the right knife in its arm bewtween the bones and leveraged cracking both bones. Its knife arm however remianed free as it tried to stabbe his head. He shifted and used his other knife to slide it into the ground where it stuck as blood fell onto his face. his knife drained its throat as it tried to scream. "fuck you and your damn covenant"he said as he withdrew the knife. He turned to see everyone staring when he realized he was covered in purplish blood. He looked again at the corpse and saw crises in its pouch. Once again e knew that they hadnt glassed his home but were taking its rescources draining it dry.
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sorry this took so long had some comp problems hope you liked it and the next story will continue from this very spot
Victories last hope Ch 4 Guerrilla Tactics
Date: 17 June 2005, 5:27 AM
He stared at the body of the elite before him. The crystals of which his planet had mined being used by the enemy, and a thought entered his head these crystals were mined at a diffrent depth then the most recent batch before takeover. Sure enough the coloring was diffrent, it seemed larger then normal. He nelt to examine them when a plasma gernade landed at the top of the stairwell. As he jumped back he yelled "Get down now" then darkness.
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The hologram stared into space from its perch. It had been modeled after its creators race and had a vaugley human look if you wrapped a human in wisdom, power, and age. It stared into space as the self-check system went through his data. He could not fall like the self-proclaimed gaurdians of the instillations. He felt time and space stir something was going to happen.
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He was somewhere he had only seen in his dreams as Greg walked through the field he felt at peace, yet somethign would'nt let him rest. He saw others far off they seemed happy running through the fields. They were all his friends from home. Then more came his squadmates; that one word brought him to reality or as close as it comes in darkness. The cruelty of one little word e thought as smoke blackened the sky which soon turned into one face. Not human but something else something hated he remebered, an elite. The words came from no where but the face started to laugh the mandibles clicking together, and his friends were swept upwords by the cruel smoke. One face shone in the smokes grasp one he wish he had a name for, It was her. "No" he felt himself say then scream as the face was lifted away.
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He felt light reach him, so pure compared to the dark. He groaned as he struggled to rise. He was alive but how. Greg then turned to see a horrible sight. Only two bodies belonging to unknown faces but the guns of everyone snipers, br55's,and the shotgun on the ground in front of him. Reality was harsh on its people. They were captured. He fell to the ground and screamed. He tore at his skin till a thought crossed his mind I can help them. He picked up his modified AR then slammed in a clip. He had two frags and one gernade specifically designed to be fired out the launcher; he picked up a plasma as well.Greg was aremed and dangerous.
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Sam trudged on under the elites watch, his feet hurt he was thirsty and had a migrane from the shocker, yet still he could resist. They all could and they will he thought. A covert look at David was met with a nod, then to the others more agreement. David flicked out three fingers down to two now one, and slammed a fist into the jackals throte at zeroe as sam who was bigger tackled the elite. One of the snipers the straddled its bodie as he got up to punish a grunt and beat its face in. The girl had turned and lashed out the the elite with the shocker who was now overpowering her drawing the shocker back. Three carbine shots went into the air "Cease this rebellion at once or you shall be shot." The humans backed off and were hit hard by the elites. The elite now was ready to bring the shocker down on the girl when a torrent of fire took its head off. Then a shadow ran across the the floor and across a walkway above the street containing the troope. They all knew it was Greg.
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Greg then took up another station and blasted a gaggle of grunts. Making sure they had lost him went down to street level. The group had ran on. He cought two of the stragglign grunts quietly and away from the methane lines. This would be fun.
The covenant was now traveling through a below ground parking garage. They had to go through some narrow areas but thought they had lost the "ghost" was now known. They came up to a narrow door way, and as the jakals went throught they set off the trap as the grunt tanks of methane emptied into the jakals. The energy shields ignited the mehtane and the jakals were no longer in need of burial.
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"We might win this" whispered Sam. "Don'
t be dumb were all gonna die no matter what we do" The girl whispered back. This brought a response from David "What are you talking about you dumb"he paused momentarily"That is my friend out there and he has never failed to win before he will do whatever it takes to rescue me and especially y-" he was saying in a mad and determined voive when the shocker was brought down on him.
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They were back at ground level when fire from Greg eliminated many grunts on the covenant team. He crept forward closer to his new window when a barrel of one of the enemy carbines poked under his hair. Oops was his one thought when his weapons were torn from him. The elites kept the knives but the rifle was broken.
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They marched as Greg joined them with a carbine glued to the back of his head. The girl smiled and said "I win thats five bucks."
Hoped ya liked it and sorry havent posted for a while internet problems
Victories last hope Ch V Tortured Mind
Date: 25 August 2005, 9:50 pm
Ok I know I haven't posted for a while sorry if you missed me if not that's your problem
Fire burned through him as the cruel touch of the torturer burned his skin with agony and, the pain from his failure sent arcs of ice through the fire. The elite stood above him yelling questions at him that failed to get through the feeling of defeat. "Where is your base infidel?"
The elite roared at him. He was still trying to bring himself above his defeat to offer a retort when the elite punched him in the gut. "The infidel will not talk bring his brethren so that I may question them" the torturer said to another. When the elite moved forward and unlocked the restraints he expected the spec op marine to be weak. When unlocked the first thing Greg did was pretend to slump forward then pivoted with a lightning fast punch aimed at the elites face. The elite rocked back while bleeding from the face suddenly the marine was unconscious as the torturer used a shocker to stun him.
He stared out the field as the covenant patrolled the cell block between him and David looking to the left he saw Sam then finally the imprisoned snipers. "Take the Female" The elite yelled. "So you bastards couldn't handle us so ya decide to torture the girl" Sam said. "Shut up I can handle myself" she yelled back. "He has a point" Greg replied. The elites then started trying to maintain order "Silence if you shall speak it will be to the interrogator" an elite yelled. "Shut up squid head you probably couldn't handle one of those grunts without your shields or weap-" Greg was saying when the stun fields were activated.
"Well that didn't work" said Sam quietly as the grunts slept. "Quiet I have a hangover" David said as he massaged his eyes. "How we haven't had alcohol since pretty much we joined the marines" Greg whispered. "Oh so that was a day dream" David replied. If his internal clock is working it was definitely time for sleep but he was reluctant to so soon after the stunner and because of the dreams that were sure to follow.
The sky turned a blood red and he saw all those friends that had died all those body bags with people inside and five empty graves. People started to gather he approached them "Where am I... What's going on" he said to those who passed. They gathered around one grave and as if on cue a single elite who looked blood red but, as he drew near he realized that he was covered in blood, the blood that had belonged to his friends. He saw the tombstones at the head of the first grave.
"WAKE UP" David shouted to Greg as he was thrashing around in his sleep. The others sat silent in their cells. "Damn he's a heavy sleeper" said David an hour later "but ya have to wonder where the guards went." They sat there for what seemed like hours before Sam asked "how'd he get that way." The marine sat as he contemplated the best way to answer finally he made up his mind. "It's all because of a single Elite… it killed his entire family, his friends from home except me even and the first friend he's had since they glassed his home planet. It's been hunting him ever since." The room seemed quieter then it was before then everyone's gaze fell on him twitching in his sleep. Then one of his flailing arms hit the field the blocked off the cell from the rest of the room. A mild electric shock ran through him he, immediately sat up and David said as soon as he was up "As soon as we get to base I'm finding you a psychiatrist." Before Greg could answer a Longsword fighter crashed through the ceiling, wreckage barely missing the POW's when the pilot and crew burst out with smg's.
The fields suddenly shut off as the circuit feeding them was interrupted and the marines jumped out as quickly as possible. One of the three crewmen said "Get Daniel down here he's the pilot and we need him to pilot a covenant phantom out." The Co-pilot nodded then ran into the Longsword a little later they heard Daniel "NO WAY were in the middle of a covenant ship there's covenant out there they'll kill me for ruining there cruiser." Then they heard someone laughing the marines turned and it was her while she was laughing at the cowardice of the pilot Greg whispered to the marines closest him "Does anyone know her name?" They all shook their heads. While they were talking the crew took up defensive positions and who seemed to be commanding them ran up to the marines. "My names Spencer we can give four of you pistols one of you will have to take a covenant weapon" he said in a slight British accent. "I'll go without a weapon for now" said Greg. At that time Daniel came down and upon seeing her he burst out saying "I told you it was a good idea trying to free POW's" he said then drew up to her and said "say since I saved you do I get to know your name." "CONTACT" yelled a crewman watching the door as aliens poured through it.
Victories last hope Ch VI
Date: 22 April 2006, 8:12 am
Okay please tell me that you missed me or at least knew I was gone... please?-me
Plasma lit the room as what seemed like hundreds of bolts flew through the air. Greg jumped into the safety of one of the intact cells in the crowded room. "We have incoming uglies!" yelled David.
The unending tide of grunts and elites stormed into the room firing until their weapons overheated. The bolts never found their mark however as the humans were twisting their bodies to avoid the wall headed at them. Eventually they would die, but they were determined to take as many aliens as they could with them.
A large group of men stood before their commander as he paced before his men. "The higher ups have given us a mission, and that mission is to only to kill as many of those bastards as we can!" The officer paused to let the words sink in then continued "Along the way some of our fellow special operations soldiers got their ticket home in a body bag. We have never allowed this to bring us down, but only to fuel our fight against them. We have an opportunity to make sure that some of them won't make it back either. There is a ship hovering over our beloved hellhole and we are going to make sure that it doesn't leave."
The soldiers cheered as the officer paused, then continued with his orders "I want Alpha, Beta and, Delta platoons on this mission. Each firing team will carry at least one bomb." The officer let the applause die down then yelled "Let's kick some ass!"
After the officer had finished a leader in alpha yelled "What about POW's sir,"
The officer stared at the suddenly silent crowd "Command says that saving their lives will be a waste of life and manpower. I wish they would remember their duty to those they lead; they wouldn't budge when I requested them to let us save them. I say if you can take the chance and now is not the time for us to betray our fellow soldiers."
The fierce battle raged on inside the crowded cell block as the covenant forces advanced on the POW's. There was only one casualty on the humans' side yet the covenant were losing forces at an alarming rate. Eventually they would all be lost through the shear numbers the covenant could bring to the engagement. I'm not gonna let those aliens take me without a fight he thought millions of thoughts flew through his mind. Finally a burst of plasma hit the wall opposite him and the haze fell away as he ripped out one of the plates on his leg next covenant around this corner is taking an old fashion beat down.
One Sean led his firing team through the urban environment following a trail of bullet shells and dead covenant. Many of the soldiers on the team would rebel if he tried to lead them on another route because even though hundreds of covenant lay dead there wasn't a single human casualty found.
"Sir I've been examining the trail left by whoever did this and…" began the point man.
"Wait don't you mean the team that did this" Sean said before he could finish.
"That's what I mean sir this was all done by one man, and judging by this next room this is where his trail will end. I don't mean he's dead but his guns there and still has some ammo in it, plus the fact that judging from the patterns of broken objects and dust he struggled but was carried off..."
"He will be on that ship as a P.O.W." Sean finished then fell silent. His team shifted and looked at him nervously and though they didn't want to say it they all felt that orders be damned they would save that man. "Okay saddle up we are going to save this marine Austin grab his rifle it's customized and I'm sure he really wants it back," Sean yelled to his team. Many of them tried their best to hide smiles that were slowly creeping onto their faces; they could always count on him to make the right choice.
The fight wasn't going so well they were almost out and besides for Spencer and Daniel all the crew from the crashed Longsword were dead. Finally as he was retreating to a better firing spot David was hit in the back by a carbine and fell to the deck and lay there dead.This place is hell, hell is a place of pain suffering and death. Time to share these with those that cause it. At that moment an Elite which had been hugging the wall came round the corner of his cell. With lightning fast speed Greg immediately lashed out with the armor plate in his hand and swept the feet out from under the Elite and crashed it into its head till it was no longer recognizable as anything. Finally he stood with the Elite's plasma rifle and grenades in hand and leapt out into the open firing at the enemies filling the entrance to the cell block.
Victories last hope Ch VI Rage against
Date: 7 June 2006, 5:21 am
[Authors note: Well once again I'm writing and I can see you people going Oh no not again well please comment or read or leave constructive critisism.
Sean remained camoflauged amoung the wreckage as he and his team prepared to assault the grav lift. He shifted slightly to bring his battle rifle into position. The radio suddenly chirped as his people reported readiness and confirmed their targets. Gaurding the lift were two old fashion shade turrets, three Elites, approximatley seven jakals, and around ten to fifteen grunts. Foretunatley many of the jakals were preoccupied with what seemed to be a slightly injured grunt. Sure enough when the grunt tried to escape the clutches of the ravenous aliens it did so in a limp.
That is a bad sign, if the grunt has survived past battles then the Elites probably aren't green. Amoung humans this would mean he would be apathetic and less energetic, but with them it just means they're more expierienced and itching for revenge.
Still the plan wouldn't suffer much; especially if his team was as good as he knew it was. Sean keyed his radio to order the immediate assualt upon the gravlift. Suddenly one of the Elites dropped under sniper fire as rockets began racing towards the turrets. The explosions not only killed the turret operators but also the jakals who were still chasing the limping grunt around. His own rifle added fire to the chaos. Each stroke of the trigger brought the demise of at least one grunt. His assigned targets were completely anhilated when he shifted his fire to the last Elite who promptly dropped under fire.
There were no enimies left to kill death surged through the prisons doors and found more slaughter, and took great pleasure as he ripped through the grunts and jakals with only his hands and booted feet to use as weapons. He quickly dispatched his last oponnent and began searching for more blood to spill.
"Greg, stop, your gonna kill yourself!" yelled a voice behind him, but he was past that now past the point of heeding or caring about the caution. The corridor two his right soon attracted attention as the very same Elite who had captured him strode into view with a Plasma Sword ignited in his claw. The very same Elite had the gall, the sheer audacity to wear all his prized knives in the very sheathed he had designed for them.
With a bestial growl Greg sprinted foreward and lunged at the Elite who tried to sidestep and slash. Yet with an astounding display of agility He twisted midair, planted a foot and knocked the elite into the wall. The attack was followed by series of jabs that seemed to rock the entire ship.
"Hey Sean," whispered the squad sniper. When he turned the private went on "Did you feel that, the ship must be under attack. I dont think we even need to plant the bombs anymore."
After finishing the punishing series of jabs Greg twisted into a right hook and spun around and planted his left elbow into the Elites gut. He then reached foreward with his right hand and grabbed the sword straight from stunned warriors hand. After twisting through a back hook kick that sent the Elite further down the corridor; He quickly brought the Plasma Sword up into a gaurd position. The Elite managed to struggle up to its feet and after eyeing the dent in the wall tried to unsheath one of the knives he had taken. As soon as he had unsheathed the blade arks of energy ran up his arm forcing the alien to drop to its knees and scream.
Puzzled Greg drew up nearer as the other marines watched as he quietly slit the Elites throat with the Plasma Blade. He then stooped over and grabbed all six of the crystal knives that were takin from him. As soon as he touched them a sense of peace and calm fell over him. The mourning and rage that had consumed him fell away as if it would never return.
"Okay team lets get to the armory then we're gettin out of here," Greg suddenly said. His voice was no longer the beastly growl it had been since the deaths in the prison. Yet for those who were perceptice, or who knew him could discern as of yet unresolved issues.
"Oh so now he speaks!" laughed Sam.
"I thought he had lost his voice actually," added a smiling Spencer.
Then from the back they heard a whimper, when they turned around it was noneother then Daniel saying "Oh god plaese tell me that there arent more of them, I dont want to fight on land."
"Oh shut up... and STOP LOOKING AT MY ASS" yelled the femal sniper.
Greg just realized that he had no idea what her name was. He tried to remeber if she had ever said what her name was but drew a blank. "Hey I just had a question...what's your name" he said as she finally looked at him.
She smiled and said "Oh finally you said something to me. I'll tell you later our little friend here will probably stalkl me for the rest of my life if he hears it." She then jerked her head in Daniels direction to indcate who she was talking about. Then told us that we had been standing still for to long and had to move.
The Elite named for blood he had and had promised to spill heard of the captive the ship Enrelenting Fury had aboard and ordered his kill team to swiftly move in on the ship. If his query was aboard the ship it would soon be depleted of its warriors. Finally I will have collected the last of the blood I have promised to take. If only life were that simple in war.
Authors Note 2: Ya just more information first if the storylines confusing ask me to explain. You really dont want to go back and read my past works. Plus when Im done or abandon this story arc I will be using the same Characters give or take.
Victories last hope Ch VII Time To Run
Date: 20 June 2006, 1:06 am
AN: you guys must be getting tired of the AN by now anyway once again please leave criticism I do need to get better everyone can agree to that.
The second bomb was set and armed in the engineering section. Sean looked round still suspicious from the lack of enemies. After traveling what felt like miles to their target they had encountered almost no resistance. He had expected more now that they were traveling in the belly of the beast.
"Bomb armed, sir we've tagged both our sites," said his demolition expert.
"Good, now we can save some POW's," Sean said to the relief of his squad. They had feared they would have to blow the ship with marines, or God forbid other Spec Op marines, still on it.
Unfortunately he still had that nagging feeling; he almost called it a premonition. A feeling that that whispered of dark things, that told him death was approaching. He prayed to God that he was wrong, that he was just nervous.
After running for what seemed hours he noticed the rest of his team were getting nervous to. Now he knew something bad was about to happen. He was about to order them to a halt when they came up on an intersection. A heavily armed Kill Squad of Elites came around the corner. He had just enough time to spot a circular scar around the leader's eye before bright plasma filled the corridor.
The escapees had found the armory, they were as fortunate as POWs could be. Greg really hoped his streak of luck would continue. First a crash that had penetrated the armor of the ship and shorted out the force field that had been trapping him and his friends, then there was the return the most precious things he owned. Third was the lack of resistance, not counting the fight in the brig, and finally the discovery of the largest armory on the ship.
Even if they had to put up with Daniel this was a good day. Only one thing prevented this from being perfect. Yet when he was reunited with his knives he felt what could only be described as his friend returning, and banishing the guilt and despair that had threatened overwhelmed him.
In the armory he had chosen a carbine and picked up four plasma grenades. Keeping the sword taken from that bastard of an Elite and the knives he had recovered from the same Elite had still left him traveling light because of how light the covenant weapons were. For good measure he picked up a plasma pistol which added more firepower than weight to his load out.
Sam on the other hand had picked up two needlers and a plasma rifle. He said he would have picked up more but he couldn't find a spot to keep any extra weapons. Added to the fact that he didn't want the needlers to stab him when he brought out his plasma rifle the amount of weapons he could carry was limited.
The sniper whose name he had learned was Molly had picked up a sniper. Everyone else in the group had all picked up carbines and from the way the held them showed the marines that most of them didn't know shit about shooting. Now that they were armed Greg hoped they would learn to shoot.
They were soon moving down the endless hallways toward what they hoped would be escape from their former prison. The only resistance that they met was the occasional Grunt or Jackal, yet they all knew that sooner or later their luck would fail. When they heard something approaching from around the corner of an intersection they all thought their luck had run out.
He was alive, barely. Sean's team had sacrificed themselves to save him and the comm. Specialist. He still couldn't believe that he had witnessed the massacre of some of the best trained soldiers of the UNSC. To escape he had thrown his signal grenade yet the enemies were still going to kill him before he could escape. Then his squad had rushed foreword and blown their supply of grenades on a suicide rush. He had no idea how many enemies had survived. He tried to banish the growing fear and apprehension when he drew closer to the next intersection. He sensed fear was also growing in the only other survivor, yet that hadn't stopped his short companion from taking point.
"Everyone get back and find cover," Sam whispered to the group. "We need to ambush them when they come around the corner."
Everyone began to move when suddenly Greg whispered "Wait I know how we can cut the first bastard down and possibly the second before they know what hit them."
"How?" was Sam's only question.
"Because I'm smarter, and better then you," was Greg's reply.
He began by stabbing the wall with the plasma sword he had picked up. After widening the hole in the wall he pushed the hilt of the sword into the hole he had made. As he did this the foot steps grew louder, but for some reason he was starting to get the feeling that whatever was around the corner wasn't an Elite. To hide his unease at this sudden feeling he checked the height of the plasma sword. It was around neck level for an Elite but around forehead for a human. Good this just might work.
Lucas his comm. Specialist was running ahead when suddenly the business end of a plasma sword sprouted from the wall. He was safe because of his stature but that didn't stop him from immediately going into a shoulder roll. Sean immediately put distance between him and the wall and kept running for the corner.
Greg had activated the sword and tried to thrust it through the wall. The hilt got caught and wouldn't go through the wall. He pulled his arm out and began to dart around the corner. His hand was on the hilt of his knife when he noticed that instead of a decapitated elite there was a crouched human in the middle of the intersection.
"We're clear," he yelled.
"I wouldn't say that," said a voice from the back. Then Greg turned only to find his friends being held at gun point by a large group of Elites. He turned to find the newcomer and his friend in a similar situation.
Finally he heard a voice that had haunted his nightmares for years. "You are getting even easier to track infidel," said an Elite with a familiar scar around its right eye. The scar belonged to the commander of the kill team who had promised to kill him and all his friends and family. Now it looked like it would succeed.
Fear blossomed in his heart as the Elite looked straight at him. "Many under me have ranked you besides the accursed Demon, very few have even ranked you higher," It continued. The Elite gave him a cold predatory smile and fear threatened to choke him of whatever life he would have if he didn't escape.
"Now you will learn to call me a demon, and I will make sure that your fear will be real before I cut all feeling from you." The Elite had finished his speech and dread came over Greg as he knew what would happen next. His friends would die and he would be forced to watch.
Victories Last Hope Ch.9
Date: 10 July 2006, 7:50 am
AN: Okay Please leave a comment I know at least one person will read this. Also I am thinking of ending this series you guys get to have your say. If I get overwhelming amounts of people who want to end it I probably will in the next chapter.
As an A.I. he had lived countless centuries, and had lain dormant for many years before that. Yet during the most recent years numerous incidents of interest had occurred, and he knew that many more interesting things were held in the future. The A.I. also knew that there wouldn't be such a future if he didn't decide now. Slowly the present began to weave into the A.I.'s perception.
"S—e –y –t to ch—k in"
Finally the information provided by omnipresent Forerunner drones fully integrated with his systems. Before him he could see several humans standing over a representation of their battlefield. Others provided them with constant updates and relayed information gathered by squads in the field. Finally the screen on the table was dominated by a Covenant warship hovering over the ruined city. The designator in the corner named the planet as hell.
"Sir we can't detonate the bomb yet the last team hasn't checked in yet. If we detonated the bomb now our team could die."
"They volunteered to plant those bombs; they knew that they might not comeback."
"But sir, you know that if the Covenant could take those bastards out no one else would have survived either. You're among the few who know who they are, and you also know that their record rivals and might even surpass the Spartans. That's amazing especially when you consider the fact that this is one of the worse platoons in their division."
"Okay fine we're giving them five minutes after that we blow the bombs, I don't care who's on it."
The A.I. dragged itself back down to its current situation; aboard that ship were several people who could not be allowed to die. If they did only a miracle would be able to stop the flood a second time, and he would be violating an oath he had made to his creator and someone whom he had respected for many reasons. The data from the horrific moment began to flood in and lace with his auditory and visual sensors. He tried to stop the flood but the same thing that had stopped him from deleting the memory stopped him from reaching the sanctuary that the present represented to him.
Suddenly he was watching his creator run towards the communication hub in the lab, and turn on the containment field as the flood crashed through the doors. The scientists and engineers began grabbing whatever weapons that were stored or that they were in the process of creating. As the weapons lit the room with brilliant flares and beams of light his creator began to speak.
"I have very little time to talk. You need to flood the room but before you do I need you to promise me something." His creator stared straight at him as his hologram flared into life. His creator had been a renowned expert in the creation of weapons and A.I.s, but he was also known for the ability to peer into the future. While this wasn't rare for the Forerunners he was extraordinarily gifted for it.
"But why sir I can use---" He began.
"No you will save that for the person I will tell you about," his creator yelled. The crystal he was referring to had the extraordinary ability to bend space and time. Left to its own devices it would subtly influence the events surrounding "those that destiny choose" as his creator and many had put it. When he or another high level A.I. commanded it to it would change reality to do one thing, but it was a one use weapon only. Also it only worked on the present so they couldn't change the past to eliminate the danger the flood represented; the crystals also affected those "that were marked by destiny."
I just don't know what that means, but my creator always said that in time I will the A.I. thought.
"Now listen," his creator started looking around at the carnage visible on both sides of him. "There will be those who have the ability to destroy the flood, but among them will be two or three who will have the ability to obliterate them." He stopped and looked as a scientist started wildly firing an implosion device at several flood forms only to fall to an avalanche of the forms from behind. "To annihilate them" he said almost to himself.
"Now promise me that you will protect them till they are able to fulfill this," he yelled. His normally calm creator was now almost to the point of madness; his eyes danced with a fire that seemed barely contained.
"Yes I will, I promise" he heard himself say.
"Good now flood the room," his creator seemed once again calm; as if death was a lesser concern then something that he would never live to see.
The A.I. couldn't kill his creator. His logic routines screamed the fact that the sacrifice was worth, it hundreds of flood including reanimated Flood Walker forms were now assaulting the barrier. Several holes appeared in the energy barrier and as Flood infections tried to enter the holes closed. His creator would die anyways his logic centers screamed, yet his emotional subroutines answered and overrode any other concern.
His creator sensing the conflict said "Override emotional centers." Immediately he felt release from the emotions that were holding him back, and began working towards his creator's last command. Finally his creator said before the room flooded "You shall recognize them before the years have settled on their shoulders. From the womb you shall know their destiny. Eventually you and the other shall merge with them at the end of it all you will find closure."
The room flooded, not with any liquid, but with suspended particles that superheated on contact with the air. The room burned and every living thing melted under the barrage of heat. When the particles burned out no biological remained and standing in the doorway was a green armored Reclaimer. Shame washed over him as his emotional routines reset. If only he had waited the Reclaimer would have been able to save his creator.
Then gradually the memory separated from his perceptions. Many of the warriors had told him that they admired the ability of an A.I. to shut down their emotions. Every time he had heard that he felt lucky, but after that incident he had always felt a wave of self loathing. If he hadn't had that ability his creator would have lived.
Yet centuries before him they had argued if A.I.s even had emotions and lately the humans had argued over the same fact. Now after all these years they had given up now that he finally had an answer. The A.I.s were capable of emotion but they also had the ability to override them; and later regret the decisions that they couldn't have made any other way.
Without a second thought he activated the crystal. He had kept his promise and would continue to do so. Though he thought he would never be free of the memory he knew that refusing to do what was needed to honor the last command his creator had given would only worsen the pain.
In High Charity Truth still stood over the crystals. The "holy artifact" had been shattered into thousands of pieces by the humans. While he had used that incident to fuel the religious Covenant to a new religious fervor he still regretted the loss of the other fragments. Suddenly the crystals began hovering and rearranging themselves in peculiar formations. He and the others in the room could not understand the strange formations, but then again he also couldn't see the other half of the crystals.
Before the very eyes of the ONI scientists the crystals began to hover and rearrange themselves. The formations they created looked almost as if half of them were missing. If anyone had been able to watch both simultaneously they would have been amazed to see the precision they were capable of when a galaxy away. The crystals began to collectively focus on one point in space. The readings they were taking reporting unknown types of energy and radiation being spewed from the crystals in impossible amounts, but as suddenly as it had started it stopped. When the puzzled tech looked up all he saw was the crystal lose any shape and form, and it became nothing.
On one planet millions of kilometers away the energy reached a focal point. The continent it focused on looked like a desert. The largest city on that continent surrounded the focal point of all that energy. In that city the space where all the energy met happened to be occupied by a ship, and all for all the places surrounding that area time stood still.
The Elite moved closer to his teammate. Each one was held by another Elite. Greg kept trying to fight his way out of the grasps of yet another Elite that restrained. Surrounding them was a semicircle composed of even more elites. He knew he was good or lucky but he knew he wouldn't be able to escape this. Slowly he stopped struggling and gave up all hope of ever surviving. He just stood there prepared to watch the death of his squad and among them his remaining friends. He just stood their and listened to death, which had been calling for his life ever since he first saw a Covenant. Death promised him that he would die on that ship, and then Death would only have to worry about one other person that had defied it.
As the Elite that had hounded him all his life drew closer to his first victim absurd thoughts began to spring into his head. He had never known what to call this particular Elite. All the others he had named prey, but he couldn't call the beast that was about to kill him prey. When as if from outside of him someone spoke. Call him your first challenge. Greg didn't know what to say or think but hundreds of words flew into his mind speaking quiet words of encouragement. Finally Death began to retreat and he knew that he wasn't ready to die yet. Then he finally realized that the Elites had never taken his knives.
He immediately tried to reach his only weapon, but the Elite was holding him too tightly. He whipped his head back and felt it impact against the Elites chest. That maneuver bought him enough room to swing his elbow back into its gut. The Elite doubled over and he drew his knife and shoved it into the base of its neck. As it collapsed he sprinted towards the one opposite him. The Elite engaged its plasma sword as the one that was preparing to kill his friends turned to face the escapee. As he drew closer the Elite began to swing its sword, but Greg effortlessly countered by twisting towards its sword hand. He was now parallel to it, but still facing the wrong direction. In one lightning fast and fluid motion he unsheathed a second knife similar to the first and stabbed it deep into his opponent's spine, while sheathing the knife he carried in his right hand. He then let go of his knife and continued his twist as the Elite started to drop. When his right hand came around he immediately grabbed his knife and pulled it from the Elite, and immediately spun the blade 180 degrees and plunged it deep into the Elites throat.
Another enemy ignited its blade and charged him from the other side of the semicircle. Greg approached it from an angle as the Elite leaped into the air. Greg continued to charge headfirst and leaped up as well. When he threw the blade the flying Elite recognized its error. The blade lodged itself in the Elites throat, and the Elite grip on its blade slackened deactivating it. Greg collided with the flying corpse feet first and landed on the floor after grabbing his knife and two other items, and immediately shoulder rolled towards the Elite standing in front of him. This Elite was only armed with a plasma rifle and was armored with the blue hues of a rookie. As it leveled its rifle it found itself skewered by the first object Greg had picked up, a plasma sword. The remaining Elites fell prey to the second item, which just happened to be a blue orb of death.
Only one target left. Of course that Elite would be more skilled. That one Elite stared at him and almost smiled as it advanced.
Victories Last Hope Ch10 Bring your own Bodybags
Date: 21 July 2006, 7:36 am
An: Okay another chapter uh after you read this if you have any tips for a protracted one on one battle please tell me
The two opposing figures stared at each other; the silence was a stark contrast to the violence that had preceded the confrontation. Fear, respect and undercurrents of hatred flowed freely between Fear, respect and undercurrents of hatred flowed freely between the human and his opponent. Finally the silence was broken by one of the Elites under his opponents command.
In answer his opponent said in an accented form of English "No, you shall not interfere. This is a matter that does not concern you." The Elite then said to him "Are you happy human, you shall lose your life by my hand alone. You shall have your chance to avenge your brethren."
The Elite looked surprised to find no fear in Greg's answer. "You seem to be under the illusion that you will be the one who doesn't end up dying today you alien son of a bitch." As he spat the last few words he charged his enemy.
As he charged he activated the plasma sword in his right hand and drew a knife with his left. Immediately he had to dodge around a strike that would have opened him from shoulder to hip. His slash was similarly countered and soon both of them were dancing around each others blows. Finally he threw himself forward into a wild lunge. The Elite quickly sidestepped and whipped his sword around. Greg barely spun out of the path of the sword then planted his foot and sprung towards his opponent. The Elite instinctively brought up the Plasma sword to block.
The two swords met, for a fraction of a second they held against each other, but suddenly they melded together. They stood joined together by the plasma swords when the swords containment fields suddenly dropped. A spray of hot plasma created a cloud between the two warriors stalling any offensives attempts.
They both quickly dropped the swords and reached for other weapons they carried. With their new weapons in hand they paused for only seconds as they tried to divine their opponent's next move. When the cloud dissipated the Elite struck first. With lightning fast movements it struck twice at Greg. He responded by dodging the first slash and countering the second by stepping into the Elites dead side. From his new position he stabbed towards the base of the Elites spine using the knife in his left hand, but the Elite managed to move making the knife miss its mark and plunge into its hip instead.
Moving fast the Elite pulled itself away from the knife. Its leg collapsed as the blade cut into the muscle effectively disabling the Elites limb. As Greg lifted his blade for the final strike he sensed movement in the corner of his eye. He quickly turned his head to be greeted by a glowing bolt of plasma.
Many Sangheili were greedy, a fact that was proven by the number of assassinations recently, yet even the greediest among them didn't want their commander to die. Even though many of them would stand to gain from his death, their current commander was blessed by the gods in the way he lead his troops. His stratagems saved many Sangheili, Kig-Yar, and even Unggoy lives, and the gods seemed to bless the troops under his command with safety as long as they were loyal.
This very loyalty caused the Elites holding the other heathens prisoner to disobey an order. Many saw that the other around them were of the same mind, yet they only acted when their leader was gravely wounded. The first to act was a minor who drew a plasma pistol and began to charge it.
The Elite holding Sean loosened its grip as it reached for its sidearm. As it brought up the plasma pistol its grip became loose enough for him to point a strange device on his right gauntlet towards the Elite's leg. Finally before the Elite fired he managed to depress a button at the base of his palm, suddenly an electric arc jumped from his gauntlet and into the Elite's leg. The Elite's shield dropped as the arc mad contact and the electric current flowed directly into its leg disabling it, and the pistol was brought out of line by the Elite's falling body. The plasma still launched from the pistol but it was no longer pointed at Greg.
The plasma bolt flew over his head as the Elite that fired it suddenly dropped. He threw the knife in his left hand and watched as it lodged itself in the Elite's throat, yet he still had to dive as second Elite brought its pistol to bear. He shoulder rolled as he hit the ground, and came up next to another Elite knife hand already speeding up towards its neck. The knife pierced its throat and was ripped out as it flashed towards a third Elite. When that Elite had died he shoulder rolled towards the first Elite that still had his knife buried in is neck. He grabbed the knife and saw an armored leg standing over him; an Elite was standing above him with its back turned. It was defending itself from Sam as he went on a wild offensive designed to keep the Elite from brining its extraordinary strength and speed from coming into play. Greg quickly sprang up and slit its throat from behind. When he turned he quickly saw that the rest of the Elites were being beaten down by marines who had broken loose from their captors.
When they had finished off the remaining Elites they quickly picked up their weapons and finished off any wounded Elites. They noticed that the Elite's leader was not among the newly deceased.
"Looks like we missed one," Sam finally said.
"And I really wanted ta kill that one," Greg replied.
"At east they're the dead ones," Daniel interjected.
"Shouldn't you be hiding in a corner," Greg said "like you were the last few fights?"
As they once again began running for the grav-lift the Elites commander had reached the control room and told his tale to the commander of that ship. They decided that the only way to handle the heathen incursion was by contacting forces outside the ship. When they raised the Battle-Net they only received a deathly silence, yet the transponders marking the other living Covenant remained lit.
"I wasn't hiding!" Daniel yelled as they entered the room containing the grav-lift.
As they descended and exited the ship whatever powered the crystal that had frozen time around sensed that they entering the frozen area. Before they touched the ground it began a process that returned everything to normal.
"So what were you doing observing the battlefield using your keen mind and obvious intelligence," Greg said sarcastically while they were descending.
When they finally reached the bottom of the lift Lucas immediately grabbed the comm. he was carrying and tried to raise command. "Command this is bomb team three from squad one from Beta platoon checking in," Lucas said into the comm.
As soon as the commander heard the unit designation he immediately grabbed the comm. on his end. Before he said anything he checked his watch, they still had four minutes and fifty nine seconds to check in. He could already tell that his subordinate was smiling behind his back. "This is command, what is your status, position, and who the hell do I hear talking in the background," he said into the mike. He had distinctly heard a feminine voice in the background saying something about observing something other than the battlefield. That was strange because as he didn't remember and females being in that squad, but from the sound of the voice he didn't want to be right about that.
"Sir most of the squad is gone killed in an ambush, all that's left is Sean and I. We've been temporarily boosted by several POWs we met on the way out; they seem to be the remainders of first squad Alpha platoon. We are currently directly beneath the Covenant Cruiser and in desperate need of Evac," Lucas yelled into the comm.
"Rodger, a squad from Delta platoon same program as you guys are due north of your position. They are your only Evac option the pelican was chased off by several hostile aircraft. We've already asked the Deltas to contact us when you get to them, good-luck."
"Rodger, Oh Crap Hostiles! Sir gonna have to cut this short Out!" Lucas yelled into the comm. as he opened fire on a large group of Covenant that had ambled into view.
Greg emptied the carbine into yet another Elite that had decided to try and use his blood to buy honor. Oh shit that was everything he thought as he began to reach for more ammo. He reached for the plasma pistol he had taken from the armory aboard the Unrelenting Fury as several grunts decided they might try and be brave for the first and last time in their lives. Sam sprayed the area with his plasma rifles decimating the grunts.
"Nice shot Sam," Greg yelled over the roar of the battle around them.
"You owe me," Sam yelled back when a barrage of carefully aimed plasma shots flew over his shoulders killing the Jackals that were trying to blind side him. "Okay let's call it even," he yelled again.
Greg smiled and once again began shooting at the enemies charging him. They had fought a running battle over the last few hours when an ambush had forced them to a halt. They were now behind a hastily erected bunker in the middle of an intersection trying their best to survive. When his plasma pistol overloaded he ducked below the cover of what had once been a pillar one of several that had once lined the roadway.
He quickly surveyed the defense they had erected. Manning north half was Spencer and Sam. The south half was manned by Lucas, Sean, and himself. In the middle Molly was firing on whichever side seemed to need more help, and of course Daniel was cringing in whichever corner he deemed safe. Unfortunately many of them were now grabbing for their secondary weapons as they ran dry.
He popped back up and began concentrating his fire on a red armored Elite who had decided to present a large target and raise the morale of his troops. Unfortunately when its head melted from intense plasma fire the troops around him were incited to greater levels of ferocity instead of despair. They were all using secondary weapons now and were growing desperate. Finally the aliens were barely being held at the barricade itself.
Greg overcharged his plasma pistol and melted a grunts face with its last charge, and reached for one of his knives and slashed the methane tubes of three other grunts. Sean grabbed a plasma pistol from a rabid grunt and used it to destroy it and the gaggle following it. Sam was now using his fists to pummel several grunts then grabbed their weapons to use on an Elite that was charging his position. Lucas had somehow obtained a carbine which he was now using as a baseball bat to defend his pat of the circle. Molly was now shoving her sniper into the face of whatever she wanted to shoot.
The conflict had grown so bad that Daniel had finally found the courage to open his eyes and fire at the enemy. His fresh weapon was actually decimating the enemies within the sphere of combat. Despite the ferocity of the battle each human was still keeping the friendly banter that seemed to be the only thing that kept them sane.
Greg sliced open the bellies of five different Grunts, Jackals, and Elites as they jumped over the barricade. "Seventy-eight, Seventy-nine, eighty damn they don't give up do they," Greg yelled as he finished off another three Jackals.
"Only eighty you're losing it Greg," yelled Sam as he choked a Grunt and hurled it into an upcoming group of enemies.
"I'm only countin knife kills Sammy Boy."
When they were about to be overwhelmed battle rifle shots and the booming presence of M90 shotguns made themselves known. Men clad in black armored suits began decimating the left flank. When they had finished off that side Greg and his team was finally able to concentrate on one side and one side only. Finally the last Elite fell to an overcharge bolt and a burst from a battle rifle. The leader of the new arrivals walked up and said, "We fire team alpha of Delta platoon here to rescue your sorry asses."
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