The Assualt on Earth: Chapters 6 & 7
Posted By: vorengaffer<korbat68@hotmail.com>
Date: 6 December 2005, 7:15 am
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Chapter six:
Covenant holy city, High Charity
Ninth age of reclamation,
Three days until expedition to Holy Planet (Earth)
Seraph pilot Zee'Mosalee walked through the mausoleum of the arbiter having just arrived by Phantom to meet with the Prophet of Regret. He walked past innumerable guards on his way there; Many times he was stoped but his position as the Commander of the entire Covenant fleet let him through.
Kneeling before the figure in the centre of the room he whispered so only Regret could hear.
"I thank your graciousness for not punishing me for my part in the loss of the Unyielding Hierophant. You must understand I am not questioning your decision but why are you letting me live for my failure when others have died for pettier crimes." The prophet responded in the same tone.
"All will be explained in due time, but first come let me show you the first phase of my divine plan."
And with that they descended down into the bowls of High Charity.
Chapter seven:
Covenant holy city, High Charity
Ninth age of reclamation,
Two days until expedition to Holy Planet (Earth)
Zee'Mosalee knew that there was more to the plan he didn't know, but whole heartily trusted the Prophet of Regret. Knowing what he must do he set out.
"Fan out Elites, give him no options" said an anomalous voice over the communication system. Zee'Mosalee kneeled behind an ornate stone pillar with his carbine aimed between the gaps of the patterns, towards the door.
Hiss... Two high ranking honour guards walked out of the door followed by a councillor and two more guards.
"There he is. Move, Move, Move." Said the same voice over the system. Zee'Mosalee fired six shot's at the lead Elites head the shield dropped and an unseen Elite finished him off, Zee'Mosalee moved on to the next and repeated until only the councillor was left. Half of the team come out of there hiding place the others waiting encase of more resistance, Zee'Mosalee stood there for three cycles and promptly raised his carbine…
"Come on hurry up the next patrol will be around soon." Whinged the Grunt in charge, following this three Grunts quit what they were doing and moved onto removing the councillor's brain or what was left of it from the back wall, while two more dragged the bodies onto a phantom. Zee'Mosalee got on after them happy to smell blood after sitting in ships for so long.
The phantom took off and sent the elites to there next target, a known heretic living inside high charity. Within 14 cycles they touched down not far from his last seen location.
Hopping off the phantom Zee'Mosalee walked casually towards the building entrance and pushed the call button. As a testament to the teams ability they had already hidden them self. It didn't take long for three jackals to answer the call.
"What business do you have here commander." One snarled.
"I have learnt the truth and wish to help you lead a successful rebellion, with my ships I can get rid of the prophet filth." Zee'Mosalee prayed to himself that those words weren't going to come back on him.
the excuse seamed to satisfy the jackals that so desperately wanted some results they didn't notice the 11 cloaked figures walk in behind Zee'Mosalee. Soon after entering Zee'Mosalee stuck out his hand and grabbed a jackal's jaw yanking off its head. He then activated his plasma sword straight into the second jackal's chest, the armour plating around the wound sizzled as it melted away.
Zee'Mosalee didn't have to kill the last one as 11 shots were aimed directly for it. The door at the end of the hall opened out of it poured the security teams; Zee'Mosalee rushed forward arms out ready to slice what ever was in the way of his blade. He tripped on the dead jackal's foot and piled over, luckily this meant he avoided the hunters from instantly killing him. The gods have saved me. Zee'Mosalee thought. With renewed vigour the elites ploughed through the hastily erected defences.
Zee'Mosalee aimed a bead on a grunts head and fired, the opalescent blood spilled out making the ground slick. As was his aim the security teams rushing forward slipped over the blood in the narrow corridor.
"GREANADE" Yelled the 2nd in command, while hurling a grenade at the pile of wrangling bodies on the floor. The adhesive grenade stuck to an outstretched hand, with a reflex the hand disappeared in the pile of bodies so the elite could see what it was. Boom the 4 elites and 8 grunts were consumed in the plasma fire as one grenade exploded after the other, all that was left was scorch marks on the wall as well as a few chunks of flaming flesh.
With the way cleared the elites moved forward. In the brief respite Zee'Mosalee noted that all of his elites were still standing but isa'flokered was missing a finger on his right hand also there was a hole burned through his upper thigh.
"Get Isa'flokered back to the phantom, you to take him now." Ordered Zee'Mosalee, continuing "Okay Elites fix what you can but be quick we have a heretic to catch."
A couple of elites replaced valves on there suite and soon they were off.
Through the door they went, and dispatched of the few remaining guards, then Zee'Mosalee shot the leader totally ignoring his pleas of the truth.
Back on the Phantom, Zee'Mosalee regretted killing his brethren, but took solace in the fact that he would go on the great journey for his actions.
P.S. sorry it took so long to get this out but I've had things happening. And I got rid of my last story line and made a new one, most people have said they like the new one better. So well I'll try to be a little more consistent in my chapters.
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