Several miles away from the carnage Pax's shadow slowly moved to a halt. Tears relentlessly poured down Pax's face as he climbed out of his vehicle. Hesitantly the blue armored elite sat down with his back to a large boulder.
"Cowered." He muttered to him self, "That's all I am and that's all I'll ever be."
Pax unhooked a plasma grenade from his belt and held it in his hand. Suicide was not forbidden among the Covenant, indeed if you failed or disgraced your leadership you are encouraged to suicide. He had committed a high crime. He had fled from a battle. Pax almost pushed the button that would detonate the grenade when a pair of Covenant dropships flew by overhead. They slowly came to a halt a good 50 meters from Pax. Twelve orange and red grunts hopped out of the troop compartments, as well as four blue elites. The ships also dropped off four shades. Pax continued to watch the Covenant tropes set up a camp, then rising up he began to walk over to the camp. It only took a few moments for one of the blue elites in the camp to spot Pax. "Identify your self!" the elite roared.
"I am Pax Umlees, One of the warriors of the Sixtieth Elite Platoon." Pax roared back.
"Where is the rest of your platoon?"
"Dead."
"You are the lone survivor of the victorious battle then?"
Pax gulped knowing that his answer would sign his death warrant, "lone survivor: yes, victorious battle: no. I fled from the battle." Pax calmly told the elite. The entire camp grew quite; the blue elite he was talking to eyes went wide. "You fled from the battle," the blue elite repeated. Pax nodded his head. The elite commander of the camp nodded to another elite standing behind Pax. Before Pax could do anything he felt a burning pain on the back of his head, then all went dark.
Pax awoke a few hours later lying on the cold hard ground of a Covenant vessel. "Ouch," he muttered to him self as he stood up. He was inside a large purple cell; a large green energy field hummed in front of him. Across the hall he could see a few other cells like his, except the other cells held no prisoners. A pair of red elites were patrolling the prison holding area. Pax grimaced as he felt a pain on the back of his head. Lightly he touched the back of his head with his hand, when he withdrew his hand it was covered with wet blue blood. The doors leading in to the prison area flickered briefly then opened. A gold armored elite marched into the prison area with half a dozen black spec ops elites. The gold elite walked up to the red elites in the area. "Praise is to the gods!" they proclaimed. The gold Patheran acknowledged the greeting with a nod, and then turned to face Pax. "Pax Umlees you are in the prison cells of the Truth and Reconciliation," the elite boomed, "and you have committed one of the highest treasons a soldier in the Covenant could have done, you have deserted. Your execution will take place one day fr…" The gold elites speech was cut short as a voice cackled on the radio, "Sir, a large mass of flood are heading towards the ship, their numbers are incalculable." The gold Patheran calmly assessed the situation. "Get the ship onto combat alert, and get the ship into space." The elite tossed a glare at Pax, "I shall deal with your death later." Then the gold elite and his command left the detention cellblocks. A whirlwind of thoughts tormented Pax's head. Flood, what the hell were the goddamn flood! Pax did not get to dwindle on the thought because out of the sides of the cell tubes opened up and light green gas poured down upon him. He was unconscious in an instant.
Pax awoke a small while later to see that the green barricade of plasma was gone. Sparks leapt out from all over the room. In one cell a small fire had started. On the ground laid splayed the two red elites, along with half-a-dozen dead mutated elites. Flood, Pax thought to himself. That was the name of the squid like alien things, and their mutate slaves. Pax stood up and ran out of the detention area, scooping up two plasma grenades and a plasma rifle as he went.
When he left the detention area he saw two infected flood marines dragging the body of an elite along. Not hesitating Pax threw a plasma grenade on the floor next to them. Before either of the things could register the fact that there was an enemy near by the grenade exploded. Grinning to him self he started to move down the corridor. But he stopped dead in his tracks and thought to himself, where will I go? The Covenant wants him dead, and the humans will kill me on sight. I will live a hermit's life he decided. I will steal a ship and go back to my home world. Determined to do this he continued on. Around the next corner a firefight was occurring. Four spec ops elites and six spec ops grunts were fighting a hoard of flood. It did not last long. The flood quickly swarmed the Covenant. Then spying him six large flood warriors charged towards him. Back peddling Pax let his plasma rifle take down three of the infected things. As one of them came near him he bashed it, stunning it. Then his plasma rifle decimated the thing. He drooped his last grenade right in front of the last two flood. They quickly learned to fly. Growing more confident he moved forward past the corner, and ran right into a green armored human.
PS How do you indent? It would not let me. It pressed tab so many times I lost count! Someone pleace help me!
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