Covenant Vs Aliens: The Second Comming, Part One
Posted By: Mantis<jamie@netride.net>
Date: 12 February 2005, 3:14 AM
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Covenant
Vs
Aliens
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The Second
Comming
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Part one,
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Don't open the black box.
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The UNSC vessel "Dark Aurora" materialized out of the depths of slip space, scattering interstellar dust across space. "Dark Aurora" was the only vessel in the entire UNSC Navy to achieve speeds and slip space calculation methods faster than a covenant ship. It zoomed across entire solar systems in a matter of hours. Its mission... transport the new Mark 7 MJOLNIR Battle Armor to a remote testing facility on the cold dead planet, known only as "Banea"...
Captain Joshua N. Miller sat in the Bridge's Command chair and fiddled with his lighter. He flicked it on and off, thinking about Reach and some recent battles. They recieved some news that Spartan-117 was still alive after the recent bombing of Prophet Regret's temple. He wondered about the Spartan... "How does he do it." He thought to him self. A detection beeper sounded off, interrupting his thoughts. A hard core voice sounded off from the Bridge's speakers. "Captain, I have detected a cluster of objects containing low level life signs, Permission to investigate?" The captain replied, "Permission granted, Excalibur." Excalibur was the best AI the UNSC had to date, Cortana second only to him, He could calculate M.A.C. gun time formulas in a few seconds.
Dark Aurora approached the tiny objects. With Cargo bay open, It slowly scooped up the objects in a simple upward turn. It righted itself and began to continue its course for Banea.
A squad of Marines piled on to the Cargo bay floor and investigated. There were three pod like objects. Each one had a small door and thrusters. A Marine approached one and knocked on the door. "Ello? Anybody home?" THUMP! "mmff!! lmmmff!" The marine listened further... There was more thumps and bangs on the door... "This ones live peoples! Jennings! get a blow torch!" He pointed to a young marine in the back. "Sir, Yes, Sir!" He reached into his pack and pulled out a blow torch about the size of a pistol. He lit a cigar with it and started to cut. A few moments passed... The door fell outwards. The Marine approached cautiously... He shined a flashlight inwards... Nothing was there, He pulled out an empty clip and tossed it in. "Eek!" A grunt came screaming out of the pod, tripped, smashing into the deck, and rendering himself unconscious. The Marine prodded the grunt with the barrel of his Battle Rifle. Another Marine with a shot gun peered into the pod. "That was it?" He looked up... "Oh holy shi---" He was cut off by a huge claw reaching down from the pod's ceiling and hoisting him up by the throat. A bloody severed arm fell to the deck... "Jesus!" An Alien dropped to the deck. The Marines stared at it in horror. A Marine wielding an assault rifle, raised his gun... The Alien twitched and blurred with speed and the Marine's neck snapped under the force of the leaping Alien. He was thrown into a pile of boxes pulverising almost every bone in his body. All the Marines spun around and opened fire. The alien exploded in a spray of acid as it was torn apart by the hailing bullets. The acid melted through boxes, walkways.... Everything in a 16 foot radius. Several Marines were showered. The rest that were not hit quickly tended to the casualties.
Raren'Te awoke out of deep sleep. What he thought was the poorly lit lights of the escape pod, were very bright lights in a very small room. He sat up... or tried to sit up. His back was screaming at him in pain. Memories came back to him in very quick blows the head. The abandoned ship... the eggs... the aliens... Gran'dree! He sat up full force and looked about franticly... He was still in his Honor guard armor... His helmet was missing though... He was in a jail cell. He got to his feet and examined the outside. A couple of Marines in Hazmat suits dragged an elite away... His chest was split open... and a scientist behind them was carrying a cage, and inside was a flesh colored snake that hissed and snapped at them in anger. Gran'dree, was in a cell opposite him. "Gran'dree? Can you hear me?" Gran'dree got up off the floor in agony. "Raren'Te... Is that you??" Another couple of Marines dragged a grunt away that was screaming and kicking in fear. "Gran'dree! Are you ok?!" Raren'Te asked. "Quiet You!" A Marine wielding a shock stick whacked the bars of the cell. Raren'Te backed away. A Marine guard in a Hazmat suit opened up Gran'dree's cell. "You! OUT." Gran'dree didn't understand the Marine. "I said OUT!" He activated his shock stick. "Leave Gran'dree alone!" Raren'Te yelled in anger. He shook the Jail cell's doors. Two Marine guards opened the cell door and started beating on Raren'Te's armor. Raren'Te tackled the Marine and threw him into the wall. A Marine in a bright yellow Hazmat suit entered the room. "You two! Leave him be... I'll handle this..."
Raren'Te was chained and led into a room. It had a chair stained with blood, Elite blood... Raren'Te was forced into the chair and strapped down. The Marine laughed, "I think I'm gonna need me some privacy for this one!" There were two cameras staring directly at Raren'Te... The Marine tapped some stuff on a large computer. The cameras deactivated. "Now..." He took off the Hazmat helmet... It was the Med-Elite!
"Sorry for the bindings, Brother." He unbuckled the belts. "I've been hiding in a secret compartment in your escape pod when we launched... You were in stasis for quite a while... 370 years to be exact." Raren'Te thought for a moment... "What?!" The 370 years bit kicked his thoughts into gear. "370 years?!?! How are you still alive?!" The Med-Elite snickered. "I'm not a Sangheili... I'm an Android desgined to keep an eye on any vessels that explore uknown territory." Raren'Te's mandibles were wide open in surprise. "But..." Raren'Te stuttered. "I'm based on Forerunner technology." The Med-Elite said casually. Another memory kicked into gear... "WHY DID YOU HURT GRAN'DREE??" Raren'Te yelled in full out rage. "My primary directives are to keep any uknown life forms off a particualar ship I'm assigned to... Gran'dree was the one who carried the elite that was infected by the first alien aboard the ship... SO thus I had to make an attempt to kill her..." Raren'Te punched the Med-Elite in the face. Something cracked... The Med-Elite's left mandibles fell off, exposing machinery and other forerunner devices." The Med-Elite picked up his mandibles and reattached them... "Was that neccessary?" The Med-Elite said unphased.
TO BE CONTINUED
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