 |
About This Site
Daily Musings
News
News Archive
Site Resources
Concept Art
Halo Bulletins
Interviews
Movies
Music
Miscellaneous
Mailbag
HBO PAL
Game Fun
The Halo Story
Tips and Tricks
Fan Creations
Wallpaper
Misc. Art
Fan Fiction
Comics
Logos
Banners
Press Coverage
Halo Reviews
Halo 2 Previews
Press Scans
Community
HBO Forum
Clan HBO Forum
ARG Forum
Links
Admin
Submissions
Uploads
Contact
|
|
|
Chapter 2: Unwanted Alliance
Posted By: The Pedestrian No.119<pedestrian119@msn.com>
Date: 5 December 2006, 8:28 pm
Read/Post Comments
|
Zuka 'Hulamee awoke under a large strobelight. He looked to his left to see a large pipe filled with some sort of gas that the forerunners would collect. He sat up off the ground. "Pleased to see you're alright," said a slightly feminine voice.
'Hulamee turned to see a Sanghieli warrior, but one lightly built, less muscular, a tad bit shorter, and cold blue eyes. "I'm Roka 'Ornylee. Seems like the commander's brilliant plan got most of the squad involved. We get to sit it out. I prefer to fight, kill a large number of the Brutes, and get a step closer to my promotion,"
'Hulamee could tell by the sound of her words that she was a typical suicidal Ultra. "Well I don't want to get killed. This place has Brute Aggressors wandering the halls. I don't want to have to face another one of those animals,"
'Ornylee paused for a moment, thinking. "Just come," she ordered. 'Hulamee clicked his mandibles in annoyance. His squadmate grabbed a Plasma Rifle that was resting on the wall and rounded a corner. He found a carbine and loaded it with the radioactive ammunition.
A door slid open revealing an empty loading bay. Gas canisters rode on some sort of energy conveyor belt while a large pipe going through the middle of the room loaded up the containers. Nearby, a few Jackals loaded containers onto a cargo phantom. 'Hulamee started picking up a transmission on his BattleNet. "This is Fise 'Gornulee, requesting reinforcements as soon as possible, Brute Aggressors are in the vicinity,"
"That didn't sound good," 'Ornylee whispered. They both crept up behind the Jackals who seemed to be complaining about something and just slacking off. "Why do we have to load this damned gas into the phantoms anyway," one of them shouted, "The brutes should stick with the lifting. Those apes don't realize that we could easily break away and join the Elites. At least they don't steal our rations,"
"Oh really," a Brute said as he walked into the room. Well, you filthy lizards, maybe I want to consider that treason, which here is punishable by death,"
"Yeah," one of the Jackals replied, "after I'm dead you'll probably eat me. Your race is full of primitive apes who hit stuff because you aren't good for anything else,"
Two more brutes and a few more Jackals entered the room. They started fighting; one of the Brutes punched a hole into a Jackal, literally. An Aggressor trudged his way through the scuffle."QUIET!" he yelled. "You all will die soon if you don't realize there are two Elites up on that balcony.
"How did he notice us," Ornylee asked, diving behind a large control module. "The Aggressors detect by smell and sound," 'Hulamee answered. "Not sight,"
They dived into an open chute that was used to transport supplies downwards in a swift manner. 'Hulamee gripped onto his carbine almost to the point of breaking it; he wasn't sure if this is was for supplies or garbage. The forerunners didn't distinguish the two. He felt a painful thud on his back. His shields overloaded because of the speed of impact. He tumbled into a crate which soon fell over onto a gas canister. The container exploded, sending 'Hulamee airborne. Even though the cargo module prevented most of the flames from burning him, the sheer force sent him flying into 'Ornylee, who had just landed with almost the same results as her ally. 'Hulamee's gauntlets had small sharp barbs crudely mounted on them, which dug into 'Ornylee's unshielded flesh. She sprang upwards and yelped in pain. "This place is full of surprises," 'Hulamee remarked.
"I can't wait to get out of this damned hellhole," 'Ornylee grunted. They came upon a shut door. 'Hulamee kicked it down and slammed his back to the fall. "Cleansing Flame!" shouted 'Ornylee as she hurled a plasma grenade at a Major Jackal. He and two others of his kind flew high above the metal floors."Don't shoot at that machinery," 'Hulamee said, noting how valuable the technology could be to the Elites. 'Ornylee ignored him and shot a drone down off a pipe. She reeled herself back and clubbed a Jackal Assassin, Jackals with active camouflage that would sneak up behind one and stab them with a shield-disrupting pierce dagger.
'Hulamee ducked out of the course of a Brute shot bayonet. He slammed the barrel of his Carbine into the beast's neck and fired four times. It started to lose its balance, gasped for air, and then it suddenly sprung into motion and punched 'Hulamee in the torso. 'Hulamee forgot that Brutes had an amazingly large number of windpipes. He slammed the creature in the head with the butt of his carbine. "I love close combat," he mumbled to himself.
A Brute Captain accompanied by two lower ranking units of his own kind and a several Jackals rode down an elevator to his level. They must've known the two Elites were down there, because they stuffed an old Shade plasma turret on board. It fired at 'Hulamee's position. "Wait till it overheats, then attack," he barked at Ornylee. Once again, she was being suicidal and stubborn. The female Elite ignited her energy sword and decided to take the hostiles on. 'Hulamee hurled a spike grenade into the mass of beings. Blood and body parts, chucks of metal, and other things flew into the air.
The shooting stopped and 'Hulamee went to the elevator. Surprisingly, Ornylee was alive; but the warrior was bleeding rather badly, and she was starting to show a little shock. 'Hulamee cursed. "Are you insane? Do you want to die," he shouted at her. "That's how all SpecOps and Ultras are; no wonder so many of you are killed each skirmish,"
Ornylee stared at the ground, watching her blood start to pool. Then the hissing sound of a door opening went off. Loud, thunderous footsteps started to increase in volume. "Don't move or make any sounds," 'Hulamee whispered. Two Brute Aggressors dragged long cords into the room. One departed soon after, knocking down things as it left, while the other headed towards the elevator. The huge alien sniffed once. It looked down at them. It smells the blood, 'Hulamee thought, we're good as dead. The Aggressor opened its mouth to let out a loud battle cry. The Elite sprang upwards, shoved a spike grenade into the alien's mouth, and kicked it back as hard as he could.
An explosion knocked him and Ornylee into the elevator. 'Hulamee's shields had completely drained, he was rather bloody, and all the strength had been drained from him. "'Hulamee! We're above your position. Our objective has been accomplished; the Two Councilors are alive but rather shaky. They've requested to be taken to Sanghiel as soon as we get aboard the ship,"
"I read you! Both of us are wounded; we might need help getting out of here," 'Hulamee replied. He limped over to the elevator control module and felt the platform rise. Ornylee was immobile; barely breathing and had a mental breakdown. That would happen every once in a while to a SpecOps or Ultra operative due to the nature of the combat and injuries that they received.
He carried the light 'Ornylee over to a group of medics who rushed her to the phantom. He walked over to his commander, who wanted to tell him something. "I just wanted to thank you for blowing your secondary pod breaks a tad bit earlier. Then we heard radio traffic that your BattleNet picked up and we heard about the Aggressors. You were the only one who managed to kill any. Killing two is outstanding; even for an Elite of your status,"
"Thank you, Excellency," 'Hulamee replied.
He boarded the Phantom and started to sleep in the standing position the gravity generators would suspend passengers in.
|
