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Besieged: Part 3
Posted By: Janglurevil7<janet.johnson8@comcast.net>
Date: 2 August 2004, 8:15 PM
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1754 hours, November 13, 2552 (Military Calendar)
Covenant drop ship, en-route to New Mombassa, Earth.
Nalka Kanasu'nee decelerated the drop ship and spun it on it's axis to face right. He brought it down into the middle of the street, and released the troops inside. He turned to face the two Brutes with him.
"You two, stay in here and pilot the drop ship. Give us a warning if any of the infidels are spotted. We'll be down here searching their buildings for one of their leaders." Nalka told them. One of the Brutes made a low grunt, and the other nodded. He leapt of the ship and joined his forces.
The drop ship lifted off the ground at a vertical angle. It started forward, and turned around the next corner. A large explosion at the same corner sent shrapnel and the bodies of two Brutes flying into Nalka's view. One of the Grunts spoke up in it's high pitched voice.
"His Eminence be damned, we are majestically doomed."
Despite Nalka's distaste for the diminutive creatures, who couldn't help but agree. He turned around to address his team.
"Attention, it appears we are stranded here on the infidel's planet. Search and destroy tactics. Move out. Oranee, you're with me," he spoke with absolute authority. Oranee followed him as the troops split up.
They moved with extreme caution down the street towards the crash site. They rounded the corner, and came face to face with two marines with rocket launchers. Oranee stopped dead in his tracks, but Nalka leapt into the air, pouncing onto the marine to the right. He pulled out his energy sword, activated it, and plunged into the marine's stomach in one deft motion.
The second marine took several steps back, and leveled his rocket launcher at Nalka. He fired a rocket, and Nalka leapt high into the air, catapulted by the explosion. Several of his lower bones were either bruised or sprained, but none broken as far as he could tell. Nalka landed in a heap some three meters away.
The second Marine turned to face Oranee, but instead his eyes met the barrel of Oranee's energy sniper rifle. A sound of fright escaped from the marine's mouth, and Oranee shot an over-charged shot into his head. He ran over to help Nalka up to his feet.
"Sir, are you alright?" Oranee asked with genuine concern.
"Fine Oranee, that was adequate work dispensing the infidel," he replied. Oranee looked surprise, like this was more of an admiration than a demerit. The person-to-person COM channel clicked on, and Pranae Yulkinae spoke.
"Commander, there is a team of infidels in a foreign vehicle approaching. We've met up with two of our ground transports and a mortar tank. Orders?"
Nalka flipped a switch on his armor, and talked, "Stay where you are. We're coming," he turned off the COM link and nodded at Oranee, "You, up to high ground, I want you to see what's going on." The COM channel hissed again, and this time Ginuaes spoke.
"Commander, sir, the enemies are offering up more resistance than was anticipated! They have high explosives! They've already destroyed one of the transports! RAGH!! ARGHHHHHHHHH!" Ginuaes' yell disappeared and was replaced by an explosion. The line went dead, engulfed in a wave of static.
Oranee spoke. "Orders, Commander?"
Nalka sighed deeply, and turned to Oranee. "We strike back at them, like true warriors. And if we die trying, we'll be met with infinite peace." Nalka kicked in door of the nearest building, and stepped inside. There was a tangle of garbled screams, and a human corpse came out of the door. "Come on, or I'll feed you to the Jackals." Oranee double timed it up to the steps.
The pair of Elites climbed up fifty flights of stairs, until they reached the roof. They stepped onto the guard rail, and Oranee raised his sniper rifle. Nalka increased his targeting reticule to maximum zoom. He pointed north.
"There, Oranee, target that green one conversing with the other two humans."
"Aye, sir," Oranee replied. His rifle hummed with energy as he overcharged it. He released the shot, and a football sized ball of plasma hurtled towards the unsuspecting Master Chief. The plasma missed by a foot, leaving a large scorch mark where it hit.
"You missed! Oranee, you idiot!" Nalka scolded.
"You're right. I did," replied Oranee as he kicked Nalka in the small of the back. Nalka lost his balanced, and plummeted twenty-five stories. His body landed on the ground with a sickening thwack. Nalka looked up and saw Oranee turning away from his betrayal. Nalka cursed Oranee's house as he slipped into unconsciousness.
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