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The Plaza
Posted By: The Scribe<nero@cinci.rr.com>
Date: 18 August 2003, 10:21 PM
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NOTE: Remember to read all prequels! This is the only series I've done, so every title that you see is a part of this. Just click on "more by this author".
Medic Arlington sat in the shadows of the surgery tent and breathed heavily, begging God to help him. It was when the huge, gold-clad Elite jumped in front of him and glared at him, that he knew it was over. This particular Elite had an orange scar down hi face. Obviously, he was the legendary "Scar". The famous Covenant Elite known by everyone in the Corps for his brilliant tactics and merciless killing spirit.
It barked and Arlington fired the M6D that he so tightly clutched. The round caused the beast's shields to flicker, but this only pissed him off. With a roar, he kicked the Medic's gun-holding arm. The bones in Arlington's forearm shattered and the Medic lost his breath as the intense pain sent sharp spikes of fiery cramps to his brain.
"Oh, God! Jesus, help me!"
His forearm drooped over to one side, like rubber. He couldn't take it. His vision darkened and he became dizzy. Forgetting entirely about the hostile soldier before him, his head rolled to one side and he passed out. The last thing that ran through his mind was a loud zapping noise....Medic Dave P. Arlington never woke up.
Base 9 came into view and the Master Chief's stomach suddenly relaxed. The camp was large and well fortified. Large rows of manned heavy chain guns surrounded the area and patrols of twenty men a piece were scattered about the perimeter.
"Damn," Private Farrell muttered, admiring the base.
The Chief and his three accomplices were not given a hard time during the process of entering the heavily guarded encampment.
"Why in the hell is the place so heavily guarded?" Abraham questioned out loud.
"General Raven is stationed here along with Paul Haggler, Dracon's ambassador," Cortana responded over the helmets' radios. "Pretty important figures of this war, wouldn't you say? Okay, Chief, now that we're here, I suggest that you report to the General's tent. He's the one who radioed me, demanding we report here in the first place."
The four soldiers's passed their way through a small village of barrack tents before arriving at Raven's large, nicer tent.
The guard out front grinned at seeing the group.
"The two other marines are ready to go. They're inside with the general," he said.
"Thank you," the Chief replied, pushing the entrance flaps apart and stepping inside.
Two black armored marines greeted him.
One was an African American and stepped forth.
"Nice to meet you, Chief. The name's Miles Cordell. That there's Sean Riley," he said, shaking the Spartan's large, armored hand.
The Chief gave a short nod to each of them.
It wasn't long before they were back on the deserted, rubble-littered streets of the city.
After all of the hiders and survivors had been lined up and shot, Tuka Hanamee barked the order to move on. The squad swiftly left the medical camp behind them, as well as the row of bolt riddled patients, nurses and medics.
Hanamee could only guess which way the green human had gone. But along the way he became more confident in his chosen direction. Little clues of the super soldier's presence had been left behind. The streets of the city were very dusty and powdery in some areas from where the buildings had fallen or broken apart. The super soldier's footprint could easily be recognized as Hanamee learned very quickly. This particular human's foot was not the same as the others. When he would walk, his boot print left behind a small group of strange characters...most likely human letters or writing.
He would be easy to track, and he would pay in blood for his faults.
Abraham clicked his tongue on the top of his mouth, as the fifth Grunt collapsed and squirmed on the ground. Through the scope, the marine could see the Grunt was armored in an elegant purplish color. Apparently, the small squad had been a Special Forces group. Abraham swallowed as the thought that maybe he, his fellow marines and the Spartan were in deep Covenant territory.
He brought up this thought to the Master Chief, but Cortana responded.
"According to the UNSC's battle mapping database, this is UNSC territory... there just seems to be a scarce occupation of troops here, although it's odd. Still, though, our orders have not been changed. We are to make our way to the 13th Plaza. A security satellite orbiting the planet, captured images of two Prophets, under extreme guard, enter the Plaza's main building. Right after capturing these images, the satellite was blown to hell by Seraphs.
"Someone didn't want us seeing those Prophets, marines."
Taking Cortana's news and info seriously, the Chief and his men began to make their way towards the dead Grunts lying in the road. If they took this road back to the main road, they would end up right on Plaza 13.
The city was a scarcely occupied graveyard, the huge vacant skyscrapers being tombstones. Every once in awhile, the small group of marines would pass by some more bodies, mostly human.
"Damn, they really hit us hard," Spears muttered.
No one responded to his comment.
Hanamee roared with excitement. The two humans were doomed and the battle-loving Elite loved it to the core. The helpless pests scampered in and out of the rubble of a nearby bombing site, his men in hot pursuit. These particular humans looked to be non-military. They weren't dressed like human troops. They were civilians.
A female and a male, apparently.
Two of his men kicked up their running speeds and cut the humans off. His troops had them surrounded. The male human embraced the female in his arms and put himself in a shielding position. The female screamed and Hanamee's men opened up on them. The couple collapsed in a bloody form and never budged after wards.
The squad of alien warriors gave looks of triumph and victory up to Hanamee.
It seemed like hours but it had only been a good thirty minutes before the Plaza came into view.
"...My god," Farrell said, looking at it.
At least twenty Covenant troops occupied the Plaza outside. There was absolutely no telling of how many were lurking around in some of the nearby shops and stores. The large mall in the center of the Plaza was in large pieces, so at least that area wasn't a problem.
Over all, the Chief figured that it was going to be a hell getting a hold of those Prophets. But it would have to be done...and with that thought, the Spartan gave the signal.
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