Home field advantage
Posted By: Halo Fanatic 2005
Date: 2 April 2006, 3:31 pm
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"Home field advantage."
"Check your targets, watch the crossfire, they're in standard formation; little bastards up front, big ones in back. Good, luck Cairo."
Thomas Hunter aimed his BR55 rifle at a bulkhead; the Covenant were trying to break through on the other side. The Spartan was in a room near him, to think, that man single-handedly destroyed Halo! With some help of Cortana, that is. The heavy bulkhead doors blew open with tremendous force before his mind could wander anymore. A captain yelled an order Thomas hardly heard before being half-melted by a blue-white plasma bolt. Hunter fired his weapon at the same time as another female Marine. He may have scored some kills, but nothing special.
Ogan 'Franoglee charged at the human line with Unggoy tripping and stumbling being him. A Major managed to keep his feet but he was caught in the head by a stray bullet. The Humans were simply pathetic. They're weapons use crude metal projectiles and fired with no power. Their uniforms were rags: they had no armour. They were hardly worthy to live. No honour, nothing. 'Franoglee squashed them like the pitiful bugs they truly were. It was hardly fair. He even used his Energy Sword to kill a human with his eyes closed. 'Fangolee laughed at these excuses of fighters. His shields were not even halfway down.
Thomas ran backwards as swarms of flying Covenant bugs flooded the room. Marines fell before him, groaning as green plasma and sharp needles pierced their skin, killing them in the most painful way possible. His arm was suddenly caught by a shot of plasma, forcing him to drop his weapon. It clattered to the ground. A shining red-armoured alien strode up to him; it held the weapon that had shot him. The Major Elite shot him again. His eyes would not stay open, but he stood until his body ached too much. The Elite laughed as he eventually collapsed: struggling to breath and hurting like hell. Thomas' mind detached from him, and he fell unconscious.
'Frangolee fired his plasma rifle at the pitiful obstacles the humans had set up to barricade them. This was not enjoyable. His twin sister, Yiera 'Greagolee was the lucky one. She had an assignment on an ancient Forunner asteroid base, because she was special operative. Although she was small, her agility, speed and intelligence made her an excellent stealth warrior. His com-link buzzed as he killed a nearby human. "Ogan 'Frangolee reporting Excellency," he replied without having to guess who it was. "Good," the Supreme Commander replied, "I have an operation for you, our boarding craft have taken explosive devices onboard. Two of them have already been detonated destroying the space platforms they were in. You have to escort the bomb crew the sub-level of this station and detonate it. Don't worry; phantoms will arrive to pick you the moment before the bomb detonates. Do you accept?"
"Indeed, your excellency."
Thomas awoke with his head still hurting and his vision blurred to find Grunts standing over him. His head was on a side and he only saw they're feet: elephant like, but stubby and short. Then he saw sparks emerging from behind a door. He looked closely and saw spikes dragging across the floor; higher up he could just make out some kind of 3D oval shape on top of them. Two Elites were pushing it along. It was a bomb. He tried to reach for a fallen weapon, but there were none close enough without drawing attention to himself. A Grunt eyed him, so he played dead. He caught a whiff of the methane and nearly puked. He felt sorry for these creatures now. He heard an Elite say something before they pushed the bomb into a lift. It descended as marines and a Spartan arrived through a door on the other side of the room. "Damn, we're too f*cking late!" One shouted, "They're all dead!" Until he saw Thomas move. "Holy shit! He's hurt bad, we need a medic!"
'Frangolee urged the bomb crew to hurry up. "Quick, over here, we do not have much time!" he shouted. His mandibles opened wide when he was shouting, they ached from being so loud. He pressed the detonation on the bomb. "We have to wait here until the Phantoms arrive." He told them. They reacted in an unexpected way. "What? We could be killed! I'm getting out right now!" One bellowed at him.
"He is right." Another one replied. 'Frangolee was furious. "I don't give a flying ghost what you say is right. I'm saying right now that we will stay here if it kills or not until this station is debris. Understand?!" Before anyone could retaliate the elevator door opened and the Demon walked out.
Thomas lay in a medical facility. Medics leaning over him, bright lights; he wanted to just kill an important alien. Something that mattered, do something heroic. He always got stuck in these places because he was too much of a coward to try. He got up in the middle of an examination. "I'm leaving." He said before the man could say anything. He walked out the door and into the elevator. His finger went to press the button that would take him to where the bomb was. A plasma bolt hit him in the head. He collapsed, catching a glimpse of an Elite. His heart stopped, his lungs ceased and his brain stopped thinking. His last thought was: "What's so bad about death? Why fight back? Life was hell. But death was peace."
'Frangolee's fate was no different. The blasted Demon got a lucky shot to his head when his shields were down. He thought the same as Thomas.
Little did they both know that they had some much in common, including the time they died.
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