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Halo Clone Wars: Chapter 11
Posted By: Enthrone Darkness Triumphant<admiralprestoncole@yahoo.com>
Date: 8 May 2009, 2:40 am
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Chapter 11: Into the Darkness of Eternity
The massive behemoths roared to life as they lifted their barrels towards the sky; slowly adjusting their sights to the hovering crafts that menacingly made their way towards them. The Clones moved fluidly inside their machines as they powered up the weapons systems and tracked the latest sight adjustments that streamed in from command.
A shimmering purple hued shield enveloped the regiment's position, protecting them from high yield enemy fire as the alien crafts made their way towards the city's outer defences while their plasma washed over their position.
"Thirty seconds boys," the commander prompted his men to quicken the pace to ready the main cannon.
The coils began whining as they charged up and the colours at the base of the cannons started to darken as the ionized gases began to concentrate within the barrel. The shield flickered off as the regimental SPDT's unleashed their fury of gigaton yield beams onto the oncoming Covenant troopships. Faster than the reflexes of a Spartan, the beams ripped through the night sky, impaling themselves through the alien hulls like hot knives in snow.
While the alien debris tumbled downward from the sky, the more agile small craft roared towards defensive position as the shield flickered back on.
"CONTACT! Incoming bogies," the clone manning the scanner exclaimed. The commander motioned for soldiers to disembark and repel any hostile forces.
They all saw the mass of dropships and fighters come towards them like an angry horde of animals as the Human and Republic flak lit up. In an odd sense, the sight was beautiful: missiles and tracers made contact with the Covenant forces, causing a firework of plasma and phosphorous to illuminate the night skies. Hell indeed was a beautiful place to be.
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Xytan balanced himself as the Phantom swerved to avoid the flak that was arising from the ground. Half of his landing force had already been ripped apart just approaching the city, so he had called the remainder to land in the outskirts and they would proceed by ground. While his forces advanced to the rear, he was notified that the scanners had picked up a San 'Shyuum life form on top of the tallest human skyscraper; thus his forces rushed to intercept the transfer and rescue the prophet.
The Seraphs that escorted his forces broke formation to fly CAP around the target area as his Phantom approached the base of the immense statue on the roof of the skyscraper.
He and his commandos activated their therm-optic camouflage as they leapt from the small holding bay and soared towards the rooftop while the phantom flew past as if it had not noticed the humans waiting on the roof.
The Elites landed onto the hybrid concrete-titanium structure, their armour absorbing the massive force of the landing as their camouflage started to flicker. As they crept closer to the awaiting party, they noticed that the Prophet lay bound on the ground while being kicked by one of the humans.
Xytan crept close to the nearest target simultaneously activating his sword, cleanly impaling it into the unsuspecting human soldier. All around him, his spec ops deactivated their camo's and started to gut through the guards that were assigned to keep watch on the hostage.
"Hierarch, we must get you off this rock, can you walk?" Xytan shook the Regret as he broke the shrivelled aliens bonds. Not getting a response, one of his Zealots came over and picked up the Covenant leader as they waited for their phantom which was now descending unto their position.
Without warning, a flash of light impacted one of the commando's: his shield flickered and failed while another clear blue mote of light gutted the unsuspecting elite a split second later squarely in the skull, causing it to explode into fragments of bone and brains.
"Get him out of here," Xytan thundered while pointing at the gold zealot carrying the Prophet to the awaiting Phantom. All around him, his subordinates were being pummelled by the horde of lasers raining upon them, as they tried to locate origin of the fire.
He spotted them, the platoon of ARC Troopers descending down upon him from atop of the statue, firing their vast assortments of blasters unto his forces in the open. For some reason they avoided shooting at the hierarch thereby letting him escape unto the awaiting phantom, until one of troopers launched a heavy projectile at the dropships chin turret, knocking any sort of suppressive support offline.
Up above him, the Human and Republic air forces had engaged his escort squadron, as bullets, missiles, plasma, and lasers burned their way through the skies causing an eerie glow to cast upon him.
"The Gods of War have allowed us to cross paths again," the voice reverberated behind him. "Now you awake into your worst nightmare."
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Sodhi stood with his sword in hand, his head twisted toward the lumbering beast and a sadistic grin grew across his face; the shock and awe of the ambush had caught the Elites forces off guard. The two KGB agents, Jeffers and Johnston flanked him, wearing their standard dress of greatcoats and papakha's in lieu of the battle dress that Sodhi thought would be common sense to wear.
The ARC Troopers touched down on the roof and their grapple lines swung back into their belts as they circled around the Elite, surrounding and forcing him to face the brigadier as Ahsoka broke off from her force and took the brigadiers side.
"Eleven years I waited for this day, eleven fucking long years," the grin dissolved as he clenched his teeth at the alien. "You slaughtered my family and I hunted you down; I had you by the throat, yet the gods allowed you to live."
"Pathetic Human, even if you slay me here your species will be cast to the abyss for we have the prophet," Xytan pointed towards the carrier floating in the distance. "Once he leaves, your world will burn until it is nothing but glass," his fist was clenched in front of Sodhi's face.
"Admiral, we have the hierarch on board, we are ready to depart," the comm. sputtered as Xytan's mandibles fluttered, depicting a smile.
"Thus spells the end of your race," he growled.
"What makes you so sure that you have the right Prophet?" Sodhi pulled out a cylindrical tube and smirked as he squeezed the pickle on top. A split second later the carrier became a mini sun, forcing all that stared at it to shield their eyes. "He was a doppelganger; the real one is hidden inside the city," the general pointed out as the bright light started to recede.
With a swift move, Sodhi unsheathed his massive claymore and twirled it in his prosthetic hand while squeezing his palm against the microscopic pickles on the hilt, activating the ionized gas around the blade.
The Elite in front of him squeezed down on his two hilts, activating the two clear blue luminescent blades of concentrated plasma and locked eyes with the brigadier, growling under his breath.
In a split second the two lunged towards each other, their blades meeting in between as they tried to gain dominance over the other. In a fluid motion, Sodhi leapt up and kicked the elite in his midriff, knocking the alien off balance.
The two faced off again as they regained their footing. The Elite launched himself towards Sodhi, bringing one of his swords straight down upon the brigadier as the human countered it with his own. The elite began to swing his other blade towards his adversary's neck when his wrist was grabbed by the humans freehand.
Stuck in time, the two tried to counteract each other, the Elite trying to overpower the human who was effectively holding his ground until the alien swung his hind leg and knocked the brigadier off his feet, causing him to crash head first into the ground.
Rolling to his side, the alien's blade infinitesimally grazed Sodhi's backside. Jumping to his feet, Sodhi sidestepped another blow as the Elites momentum carried him forward.
Bearing his sword upon the Elite, he was blocked as the Admiral was able to lock both his weapons onto Sodhi's. Again stuck in a stalemate, Sodhi smashed his prosthetic hand into the aliens face, and struck its midriff with his knee, knocking it to the ground.
The Admiral, sensing the human bringing his sword for the final blow, pushed himself up and grasped the brigadier by his face and flung him against the base of the statue.
With a triumphant roar, the Grand Admiral of the Covenant walked over and raised the brigadier by his neck so they were face to face. "Now I finish what should have been done on that pathetic planet," his mandibles fluttered as he growled to the dazed human. "But, I will grant you an honourable death with my sword."
"Oh hell you will," Sodhi whispered as he tensed his prosthetic arm and smashed the hilt of his sword into the alien's headpiece, cracking it.
With the situation now reversed, Sodhi wasted no time reactivating his sword and slashing both of the alien's kneecaps and causing the Grand Admiral to wail and collapse towards him. As Sodhi raised his sword for the final blow, the heat of plasma washed over his neck; in response he turned his head and spotted the bolt impact the statue.
"CONTACT! CAMOUFLAGED BOGIE!" The clones screamed to each other as they unleashed a hellish barrage of blaster fire into the open.
The lone camouflaged Elite was overwhelmed by the concentration of blaster fire as his shield flickered and failed. The numerous blasts of concentrated lasers caused him to collapse in front of the strange alien girl as he lapsed into unconsciousness.
"NOT THIS TIME YOU BASTARD," Sodhi roared, his sword crashed down into Xytan's skull, cleanly slicing right through it.
Sodhi exhaled as he watched the top of the alien's skull fall to the ground. He inhaled the stench of steaming blood: vengeance was indeed sweet.
"Colonels, scan for anymore threats."
"Sir, there shouldn't be anything left from that barrage," one of the agents replied as Ahsoka let out a yelp.
The elite lay at her feet, withering from the numerous blaster shots that had impacted it, but it still lived; a true monument to its species tenacity. The green lightsaber stood only inches from its throat, waiting to cut through the skin and flesh. However, the bearer of the sword hesitated.
"Commander kill him!" Sodhi thundered as malice started to overcome him again. "Commander kill him!"
Ahsoka still couldn't muster the courage and will to execute the beast; the being was flesh and blood like her. She stood frozen as the Elite clung to her foot, coughing blood and dying from the numerous wounds and trauma.
"Why don't you kill him!" the anger started to show up on the Generals face. "Kill him I said."
Sodhi finally had enough and grasped the cuff of her armour and started to yank her, "Kill Him! Why don't you kill him?! It's an order, kill him!" The anger finally getting him, he ignited his sword and cut the elites head off with a swipe as he let go of Ahsoka, who flung around and started to vomit.
"WHY ARE YOU VOMITTING? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? HUH?" the General twisted Ahsoka to face him.
Jeffers grabbed Sodhi by his shoulder and pulled him back, "Maybe she has seen death for the first time Sir!"
"THEN TELL HER TO GET USED TO IT," he screamed as he pointed his finger viscously at her. "SHE IS NO SOLDIER! FORGET KILLING THE ENEMY, SHE VOMITS AT THE SIGHT OF THEIR BLOOD!" he swung his back to her. "AHSOKA, WAR IS NOT WON BY BEING MARTYRED BY THE ENEMY, IT IS WON BY KILLING THEM!" the General stormed off, leaving the KGB agents to console and rectify the situation.
"Johnston, we have to go," Jeffers handed his data pad to his partner moments later. "The Sikh front has lost its shield generator and it is being pushed back: we have to go reinforce it."
"Come young one, the brigadier doesn't hold a grudge for too long," Johnston tugged Ahsoka as the group of Human and Republican forces made their way to the lifts. "He has no heart for the bastards after they slaughtered his family but come now, a new day starts." They stared to the east as darkness fled the rising sun.
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