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Elven Suicede: Part Two-The Covanent did THAT?!
Posted By: The Arbitress
Date: 26 December 2004, 8:42 PM
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Author's note: sorry for the long delay. I got serious writer's block.
Christine scanned the horizon.
Good. It's all in place.
She turned around to face the gathered teams. Chris glanced down at Kevin, stretched out on the ground, peering through a scope. She had finally caved and let him bring along his baby- an old and battered S2 AM sniper rifle.
She put her hands on her hips and started to address the soldier.
"So, Kev, what do we have?"
Kevin jumped around and scrambled to his feet. He snapped his hand to his forehead and stuttered out a reply.
"Uh...well..."
Chris put up a hand to interrupt him.
"Kev, it's almost sundown. We don't have time for this."
He let his hand fall to his side, then glanced down at the ground.
"Sorry, you just startled me."
She opened her mouth to offer a retort, only to be stopped by a quick response from Kevin.
"I know, I know. Spotters. I just figured...never mind."
He looked up at Chris, afraid to find what his squad leader would say. Instead, he found her staring off into the distance.
She still couldn't believe what she saw.
Its, crazy. How...there's no way this could have once been a human colony. People don't do this. But since when did the Covanent?
In front of her lay miles upon miles of untouched beauty. Rolling green hills, glittering gold wheat fields,in the far distance a mountain range touching the very horizon, and touching the mountain tops, amid a mixture of every color imaginable, from baby blue to blood red, the most beautiful sunset she had ever-
"Uh...Chris?"
She spun around to face Kevin. She had, again, forgotten he was there.
"Sorry, preoccupied again."
Kevin's eyebrows knitted together in worry, then softened as he donned a look of pure amusement, which, in turn, painted a confused look on Christine's face.
"What?" She asked, bewildered.
"Oh, nothing. You've just been..." he trailed off, searching for the right words.
Her features loosened as she figured out what was going on.
"Say no more. Just tell me what you found at the base.
Kevin shook his head, a light smile still on his lips. He held up his hands in defeat.
"Ok, I'm saying no more."
He turned around to point at the little spot in the distance, then continued.
"It's about a half a mile from here, with only about four elites guarding the outside. I don't know if there's anything else."
"Good," she answered half mindedly, chewing on her lip. With a glazed look on her face, she was already thinking about how to take the elites out.
Christine peered out of her hiding place among the trees. It was about midnight, and the teams had snuck into their assigned positions. Or she hoped. Chris was with the green team; they were crouching amid the brush to the right of the base. The UNSC hadn't equipped them with any type of radio system, so the only proof that everyone else was in position was faith.
She turned around to face her teammates, looking for the right thing to say.
Chris closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and started.
"On the count of three, we jump out and attack. Since this is supposed to be a surprise, the elites shouldn't have their shields on. Other than that, just listen to my commands, and...good luck."
The could barely see their hands in front of their faces, so Christine didn't know what kind of reaction she was getting from her teammates, but she could hear steady breathing.
They're calm. Strange. I'm terrified.
As she started the countdown, she could hear her heart hammering inside her chest. Chris prayed that no-one else could sense how scared she was.
"One," she whispered, "two, three!"
They jumped out of the woods, drawing their various weapons, only to find the little field in front of the base deserted. As if on queue, they started to voice their thoughts.
A new kind of fear rippled through Christine's heart. She spun around to reprimand the soldiers.
"What do you think you are doing?" she whispered through clenched teeth. They were going to alert everyone of their position!
WHACK
Everyone turned toward the sound. Before their eyes, time seemed to screech to a halt as Andrew crumpled to the ground, dead or unconscious. Behind him stood a towering crimson Elite, bringing a plasma pistol above its head, readying to smash it down again.
Strangely enough, or so Chris thought, the Eldar reacted with unity. She could feel the electricity in the crowd as she watched through unbelieving eyes as each and every one of them brought up their guns and started firing.
She shook her head and snapped out of her trance. Not a single thought raced through her mind besides fight as she drew out her combat knife.
Concentrate.
An Elite shoved a pistol in her face; she reacted by smashing the knife through its face plate.
She spun around as she felt a rush of air behind her. In front of her was an arm crashing down to her skull. She grabbed the arm and twisted violently until she heard bones snap. She kicked it in the gut to finish the job, then started on the next target: an Elite bearing an energy sword that was staring down at Rachel, who was cowering in the dirt with her hands over her head.
Chris kicked the alien in the back to grab its attention, then dodged to the right as it spun around and brought the sword down at the place she had been a split second ago. She could hear the air crackle and a wisp of hot air brushed her cheek. Christine pulled out her SMG and started to pull the trigger, only to have to dodge the impending blade to keep her shoulder intact.
This is not gonna work.
"Chris! Duck!" sounded a voice behind her. She obeyed the command and dropped to the ground just as the sword came whistling down dangerously close to her head. She felt her hair rustle as a bullet whizzed over her head, crashed into the Elite's helmet, and exploded.
"Thanks." Christine breathed a sigh of relief as she turned around to face her savior, only to feel a hard object impact with the back of her skull and resonated through her entire body with what seemed like a nuclear explosion. She fell to the ground, quickly losing consciousness. As her hearing and sight faded, she thought she could hear extra voices, some that shouldn't be there; was that Sergeant Erickson? No, couldn't be. She was just imagining. Didn't really matter, though, did it. No, the battle was lost.
Wait, what? She wondered as her mind finally gave up fighting.
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