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Just like to thank everyone for their generous comments, doing this for my fellow fans. Thanks for the name correction. I didn't notice that but I should've :p Watching Fate flow down the path that we have choose The electric tendrils danced all around Octavian, within the cramped cockpit. Debris obstructed his view and fire singed his skin. A with a final flash of light, the pilot lost focus and the transport quickly angled itself toward the ground of Byzantine IV. The earth shattering bellow that followed announced its foreign arrival to the planet. It left a plod of earth behind it; all, which was roughly on, fire still. Dirt and metal-alloys were strewed around the transport. Amazingly, most hands survived the crash landing of the pilot. Octavian was slumped against the bulkhead that partially remained aboard the ship. And a few other Elites remained silent, their blood slowly forming azure pools beneath their forever-comatose bodies. Darius's eyes slowly opened to a glowing, vibrant world around. He groaned in pain as he tried to lift his left arm, but it was pinned beneath several broken off parts of the bulkhead. He couldn't risk activating his plasma saber, his shield would be knocked off for only a fraction of a moment but it would be enough that the bulkhead would crush his hand. Pompey slowly regained his bearings and reached for his saber, after noticing the dire situation which Darius and several other Elites were situated in. It was a vibrant blue in color; he brought the blade expertly down toward the debris and cut through it easily. Darius was able to roll away from the downed bulkhead and ignited his own saber. And together, working in unison they lifted the survivors out of the downed transport, Telinus praying to the gods that he would survive the cowardly attack by the human scum. Caeser groaned inwardly, humans were nothing to be feared expect for the ones within the black-clad armor and the one's under the alias of Spartan. Crassius regained conscious a few hours following the seizure of the personnel aboard the transport. All in all, Crassius, Caeser, Telinus, Pompey, Darius, Octavian, and Tiberius all survived the command transports crash. Several other Covenant transports made it safely to the ground despite severe or critical damage inflicted by the humans. Within a day, all of the downed Covenant personnel formed up together. Large forces to humans but still small in comparison to most other task forces. Nearly a thousand grunts, several hundred Jackals and nearly three hundred Elites and several dozen Hunters. Besides the Elites on the command transport, all the other Elites were of Soldier and Warrior casts, crimson and azure armored Elites. They immediately began allocating squads to each Elite and the higher rank warriors were given Hunters as their heavy artillery. Darius sighed; he was in-charge of Crassius personnel regiment. Three dozen highly trained silver/white-armored Elites filed in, totaling 38. He had two other co-officers' with him, Caeser and Pompey. He looked at the twinkling night sky of Byzantine IV, seeing the molten blasts of Covenant cruisers and destroyers, fighting their human counter-parts within the inky backdrop. Blue and golden plasma hurling toward their enemies burning them with the cleansing power of fire given to them by the so-called "Gods", stated by the Prophets. What was the purpose of this war wondered Darius? Did it really have a point to it? Humans had done nothing to incite any aggression toward Covenant grounds or territories. But the Prophets believed that the humans had incited the rage of the gods by simply existing. They tainted everything and were a sin to all that was holy. But there was nothing to do; the younger generations of the conglomeration of the Covenant, Grunts, Jackals, Elites and Hunters were brainwashed into following the will of the prophets and destruction of anything else. |
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