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The Spartans on Reach continued
Posted By: SpartanFortyFour<Scion-of-darkness@comcast.com>
Date: 22 April 2004, 12:33 AM
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The Spartans couldn't take on seven sword wielding elites at once, so they broke off into groups of threes. Then the elites did something unexpected...they formed a circle around the Spartans. Though there were nine Spartans, and only seven elites, they had plasma swords. The elites charged, screaming in rage. Five Spartans dodged the swords, however there were four unlucky ones. All of them were wounded, and they all had huge gashes in their armor. They could feel their blood draining as the bio-foam filled their wounds. The five others who had dodged them knocked the covenant swords away, and took on hand-to-hand combat. One Spartan threw a punch and missed, and the elite he was fighting swept him off his feet, and drove his fist straight into his chest.
The Spartan's chest cavity caved in, and he died as the blood poured out of him. Another elite was not so lucky as a Spartan grabbed his arm, turned it around his back, and wrenched it off. Two elites came down together as a Spartan picked up a plasma sword, and with excessive force, sliced both of their heads off. A second Spartan came down as an elite drove his plasma sword into his head. The battle lasted for several hours, with which all of the covenant had perished, and yet so did two Spartans. The Spartans traveled many miles, when they reached a campsite of covenant. They were struck with awe, as twelve wraiths slowly made their way to the camp, searching for survivors. They hid in some trees, evading the tanks. The Spartans thought about it long and hard, and then decided, they would send two of them to steal the wraiths, and destroy the others. The plan would commence at night, as the pilots would be sleeping, and there was a shadow shrouded the campsite. The two Spartans bravely took on stealth, as their mission would not be an easy one. They were moving quickly, tree-to-tree. Then they both froze, as six grunts strolled past. One Spartan climbed a tree, while the other caused distractions to lure one at a time. When one would come past, the Spartan in the tree would jump down, and crush the enemy under his boots. Soon they were all dead the Spartans dove for the wraiths, hiding while the night patrol searched the area.
Then they jumped into the cockpits of the mammoth tanks. Wondering how the elites piloted them, since the Spartans had to crouch to fit. When the guards turned away they took the controls, spun around, and fired their mortar tanks on the band of wraiths. The wraiths went up in a fiery red explosion, glowing brilliant yellow and orange. Lights appeared all over the campsite. The Spartans next targets were the elites. They fired the mortar. The elite tent exploded sending the enemy flying in every direction. Next, they would go after the jackals and grunts. They lifted their tanks and...crunch. Blood splattered all over the front of the Spartans' tank. Then when the camp was cleared, the other Spartans moved in. When the two Spartans got out of the tanks, they were drenched with sweat. The Spartans moved, they couldn't be caught as sitting ducks. They moved in groups of threes and twos. One group took the left, the other right, and the last forward. They were each met with a formidable foe.
The two groups of three used combined fire to shred the enemy, the group of two split around the covenant, and bashed in their skulls with their super strength. Then they regrouped, it would be easier to travel together rather than apart. They moved about thirty-five meters, when they were attacked. Four covenant banshees swooped in---in an attempt to run the Spartans over. They had failed, and two came down as the Spartans jumped on top, shredding them and the elites' heads inside with armor-piercing bullets. They hopped off...the banshees exploded, lighting the forest on fire, and sending the pilots, and their weapons flying. Next came a wave of jackals, and the Spartans met them with a horde of grenades, sending blood and body parts flying everywhere. After they were destroyed the Spartans took to hiding behind trees. They were their own individual ghosts, having their own tactics.
The master chief was returning to Reach, with a hope that his fellow Spartans had survived. They finally got there, and sent a transmission to the survivors...two signals and no response. Then a third was sent, and it was returned with the Spartans signal. The master chief brought the dropship to a land, and saw his Spartans running for it. They were being attacked from behind and their sides, so the Spartans picked up their speed. When they reached the dropship, they saw the doors slide open , and they saw the master chief. They hopped in, buckled up, and started to lift, under heavy plasma fire. They were on the brink of exploding, when they jumped out of reach of the weapons, and were safe.
The End.
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