Spartan Valiancy III
Posted By: Arbiter<swiftstick31@yahoo.com>
Date: 27 October 2005, 2:50 pm
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A Spartan's Valiancy
III
SkyL
Section 3 In debt 1230 hours December 23, 2551 (Military Calendar) /Astral System, Troy Defensive Platform, Sicily System, Launch Bay______________________
Win-Win Situations…
"We go feet first straight down!" The Helljumper's motto of war melodiously echoed through the Comm of the Spartan's mask.
Watchman remained silent; the freezer gave him an unsounded mind as the feeling of frigid ice touched his armored skin. The Spartan gaped at the viewscreen at the right of his seat. Troy's gem-like surface flickered a glass of plasma at the center of the Fleur, the clouds were screened with the blue plasma and they broke from the ocean with soundless explosions.
Spartan 63 shifted uneasily in this seat, the drop bases were not made for 7-feet tall Spartans. Glenn looked into the screen and watched in dismay and anticipation as the Covenant starships slipped into cannon salvos. They embraced the fire, and the smolder cleared. The ships crackled lustrous shields and continued into salvos, continuing to bombard the planet with cracks of blight.
"I'm punching" Ciel muttered from within the base of the launch bay.
The launch sequence emitted beeps inside Glenn's head, and then before the Spartan had a chance to grab his helmet the pods dropped into the domicile below…
"Good luck, 'Jumpers…" Ciel said through the Comm channel in the pod already releasing a pool of static in Watchman's helmet.
The shock of the fall gripped the Spartan's stomach and they were hurled downward…
Watchman suddenly glanced at the screen in the mach and noticed something very odd about the Covenant's bombardment. He realized that the siege of Troy was not a glass, not a complete one…
The plasma was all outside Arditol City in the tropical Fleur and the other oceans around the world. All but the city where Seraphs whirred by the pods and dived toward the city. It was obvious the Covenant was up to something…
The pod tackled an air pocket and curled into an unexpected and gracious twirl down into the city. The Spartan felt hot, he looked at the vital monitor on the arm of the base-156º The Helljumper's calming laughs at the heat silenced the explosions. The Spartan began to sweat but his air scrubbers reacted to the pace of hotness his body withdrew and glazed his skin with cool air.
The atmosphere burned away through the screen and the Spartan and the faction of ODST's spurted downward to the torrid metropolis…
The pods crashed into the alloyous streets, the Covenant Dropships streamed over them, ignoring them. Watchman felt a stab of excitement-he punched the slab of the door and it hissed and blew off its hinges to the side of the street.
The battlefield or battlestreets was complete chaos. Towering spires that were people's apartments were now melted slag. A sign overhead had a sweltering landscape, the two suns, Suffmisse and Potius took opposite shifts at lighting the world, and the flag of Troy was embedded in a map of Arditol.
The sign was flipped over a sleek sports car and Watchman saw with dread, blood under the yellow car. A man lay dead in his own wet blood; the burns of small plasma bits drenched the man's leather coat.
Hopefully the people got to the shelter rim quickly enough. Evacuations were always hurried when Covenant entered the systems. Glenn raised his Battle Rifle and traced a dropship to a winding platform.
The Helljumpers followed their leader and crouched as they flocked toward the dropship. The Spartan clenched his fist and waved two fingers in a spin. The Shock Troopers fell out and took their own diverse positions behind chunks of debris and metal and aimed at the dropship.
The ship dropped additional patrols, 4 Grunts-cannon fodder, easy targets, no threats, 3 Jackals-Nuisances, uncertain when together, and 2 Elites-Primary soldiers, equally threatening, execute on sight…
The Spartan heaved his Battle Rifle and brought his visor to the scope. He ranged 2x onto the Elite's head and pulled the tight trigger. The Elite turned and looked at the Spartan and looked rather shocked…
Glenn couldn't blame him the Covenant didn't have a lot of experience with his kind-lucky for him.
With an obvious grace, Watchman sidestepped over a fallen palm tree as plasma whipped past his shoulders. The Elite aimed its Plasma Rifle at the Spartan and pinched the energy brace binding the plasma inside the intricate gun. Glenn rolled sideways; he ignored his weight of half a ton and spun into a spring.
The Spartan shot the alien in the split head and it fell under his head. Purple gore splashed at Watchman's chest and spattered off like an oozy fluid. More aliens circled their fallen leader and aimed directly at Glenn.
In seconds the Helljumper's bounded for the circle and slashed the Grunts with bullets. They fell and the Jackals turned at the humans, facing two threats. Watchman took advantage of the Jackal's exposed head and fired three-short spurts at the alien and they tore threw it's skull with ease.
The remaining shields dissolved in a short burst and the trouble just started there. A Zealot Elite waved an Energy Sword at the humans. It growled splitting its mandibles in a war cry.
The gold armored alien whisked into a run toward the Spartan. The Helljumper's and the Spartan focused an aim on it as its shields eventually were consumed, as it was on the street in a barred lipped grimace.
Then from out of nowhere a bolt of energy hit him square in the chest and his shields gave way under his HUD. His visor was splattered with his own blood and he couldn't see, all he could make out was a bulky outline of a Elite aiming a Plasma Rifle at him.
His vision blurred a white veil was over a archway…
An arched gateway drenched in white pearls and silvery curtains hung over his mind…
A flitting shadow of a woman paced through the open arch…
She was absolutely gorgeous, stunningly beautiful…
Then another shadow briskly moved from the arch…
He was that of a muscular man, an Admiral of war, a leader…
Vance moved around the woman and gave a squint toward the Spartan…
The woman eased to the Spartan, and smiled, reflecting a perfect smile…
Then from a pull in his heart he remembered his training on Reach before he was transferred…
A combatant of war had no affection…No love, no feelings…
With a sudden smack in his head he realized there was no living without those emotions…
And before he could see what lay beyond the arch a hand pulled him from a hypnotic stance…
The sounds of plasma returned, bullets ricocheted from alien flesh and drove into the shields puncturing doom on the Elite's eyes.
"C'mon, Watchman lets blast these bastards from the city!" A Helljumper said…
With a silent nod he returned to the battle…
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