Spartan Valiancy IV
Posted By: Arbiter<swiftstick31@yahoo.com>
Date: 4 November 2005, 12:59 pm
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-The fourth section of the Spartan Valiancy series. Sorry Greek Elite but when I continue with a story I intend to finish it. Thanks for the support though and look for my other stories-
And again, everybody read Greek Elite's series, Alien Brethren, it is awesome and I recommend it to any Halo fan…
A Spartan's Valiancy
IV
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Section 4 Boom in the Night B + 1290 hours December 23, 2551(Spartan 63 mission clock) Arditol City, Troy___________________________________________________
I came, I saw, I conquered…
Watchman kneeled to a fiery writhe, the air overhead was dense with plasma and the Banshee in the sky issued a scream of cannons. The street around him melted under the hot fuses.
The shrieking fighter streaked a crane in the middle of a construction site with a fuel rod cannon. The crane gave way and slammed into piles of debris clearing a deluge of smoke formed from a downed Pelican. While a spiraling silver ribbon of metal dropped toward the Spartan.
With inhuman-like reflexes Glenn bolted into a spring and leapt out of the way. The metal slab crashed into the street and created a small crater behind the Spartan. A dead Marine lay at the feet of Watchman and a expelled Rocket Launcher fixed next to him.
Coincidence-Absolutely not…The Spartan did not believe in those…
Glenn picked up the Launcher flexing his biceps into the slide. He suddenly reacted as the Banshee flew down for a second round…He jumped as he placed a 102mm charged rocket into the butt.
Watchman gripped the slide and pulled…The rocket streamed to a arch over the Banshee. The Elite Pilot realized the threat and performed a aerial roll where the rocket soared back over the wings. But the rocket did not lose momentum and continued to chase the Elite…
Then with a silent laugh the Spartan received a idea. He switched to a Battle Rifle on his sidearm and zoomed through the scope at the Banshee. He chipped the wings with his Rifle as the rocket continued to glide to the Banshee…
The Elite Pilot, distracted by the Spartan's deviation, lost speed and turned toward him…Big mistake and the last one…
The rocket shattered the Banshee in violet wreckage; with a smirk Watchman moved to the right and saw his faction of ODST's pursuing a trio of Jackals. Nerveless the Sniping Jackals dropped their Particle Beam Rifles and had their hands groping on a Plasma Pistol over their heads running like cowards.
Watchman shot at the shieldless aliens and they dropped in a single headshot. The Helljumper's rounded near another trio of Grunts pestering wounded Marines. The Marines sported bandaged arms and raised their Magnums and fired at the diminutive creatures and with the bullets they fell.
"Medics! On these Marines, others follow me!" The Spartan barked authoritivly.
"Sir" They responded and quickly got to the moaning Marines.
The already bandaged arm had green burns on it and it needed to be refitted with MedCapsules. The other Shock Troopers followed their leader. Glenn stridden over a patch of drifted beach sand; nearby he saw parts of the Fleur riding sand out onto the pavement.
In the ocean a watchtower stood, a beacon ignited and the two suns slowly descended exposing a dark cityscape. The beacon signaled a diverse of meanings, detection or security purposes from enemy.
The watchtower stood high in the clouds like an edifice scraping the verge of space. Watchman examined the night over Arditol; the two suns, Suffmisse and Pocius Potius were obscured by the bloody horizon.
The Covenant Carrier beamed a flush of purple down into the pinnacle of the watchtower; Watchman frowned as he examined blips of red on his HUD behind him, and they were immense dabs, symbolizing enemy on vehicles.
The Spartan turned and made out a band of Ghosts vividly lighting the streets. A downed lamppost sparked revealing the Elites behind the alien crafts. The Ghosts increased toward the Helljumper's, releasing twin cannons on the troopers.
The troopers fell one by one under the plasma; Watchman lunged forward, tossing a Fragmentation Grenade into the cluster. The grenade sparked on the metal and ignited and detonated, the familiar sound of alien screams echoed his eardrums as the extraterrestrial alloy was hurled into the Fleur beach.
One Elite enclosed by the purple pulp of its blood survived while the electric discharges of the alien's shield licked its flesh.
The Spartan raised his Battle Rifle and watched the trickle of purple ooze into the grotesque mandibles of the bloody creature. He fired a final blow, a coup de grace into the alien. It dropped in a terrifying shriek, but out of the corner of Glenn's eye he saw the pallid finger of the Elite close on the encase of the Plasma Rifle.
The plasma splashed into his torso but the Elites finger was constant on the encase…
Watchman dived shredding his armor with guts and sparks. He looked up from the battle; the Helljumper's were divided and clustered at the same time. The Marines blotchy sprains were sustained, and the Medical trained ODST's were holding their weapons high to the next SOB Covenant soldier who dared cross their path.
Over the watchtower the shimmering light rippled, and Phantoms and Banshees dropped floating over the steeple like a mother bear protecting her cubs…
In the brass dock in the Fleur a single combat boat bobbed back and forth with the shift of alien gravity.
The M160Y Trident was a beauty in hydro combat, one cannon on the back of the Trident forked into a spear like prong. The two launchers on the sides split in a splinter, and they connected to the front seat. The wet conduits sprung into the terminal and kindled a flash and reacted to the Spartan's presence.
"Come troopers, we go by waterfront, let's find what the Covenant wants with this tower!"
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