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Forbidden Love by Halo Fanatic 2006
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Forbidden Love: One
Date: 24 April 2006, 5:12 pm
05:34 Local Time
New Mombasa, Africa
11th October 2552
"Come on! Lets go, evacuation was ordered five minutes ago!" Carol Smith yelled at her ten and seven-year-old sons. The three civilians rushed out of their home in New Mombassa and headed for the shuttles that would take them out of the town and away from the Covenant. They were already attacking the UNSC space platforms somewhere in that glistening sky above their heads. They met up with other people making their way to the station. They carried their belongings as fast as they could. Then Carol saw a woman she could swear she recognised; she was crossing the street "Natalie!" Carol shouted at a woman across the road. "Wait!" The woman put down here baggage and looked around. "Oh, Carol! I'm so glad to see that you're okay." She shouted back. They ran up to each other and exchanged hugs. "Me too," Carol replied as they were locked friendship for a few seconds. "But we have to hurry." The two women and two children now began to run.
Carol looked down the paved street and wondered what it would look like after the Covenant had come here. The marvels of this city were the reason she moved in, unaware that those aliens were going to come here. She stared at the walls that housed the evacuation shuttles; they were unscarred by any kind of plasma burn or bullet hole. She climbed in the same one as Natalie with her children behind her. She braced herself, as she never did like flight. She made sure her boys had the seatbelts on before the shuttle took off. As it did a huge lurch turned and churned her stomach. She felt like a pile of mush or something similar.
Carol's ten-year-old son, Jack, never believed in the Covenant before. He told himself it was a story to scare young children just like many others; they had never attacked New Mombassa so why should they exist? However when he heard that they were evacuating he wondered what was happening at first. Maybe now it was true after all. Her other son, Michael, was always anxious about the Covenant. He found them fascinating and frightening at the same time. Jack had found his brother's fear annoying, however.
Jack suddenly spotted a small, but bright light in the sky. "Mum," he asked anxiously. "What is that?" Michael stared at the little dot in the sky. He was very intelligent for his age, but jumped to conclusions too soon. "Maybe a Covenant missile," he replied without invitation; "Or landing pod?" His voice contained that essence of fear already. Sure enough the bright dot grew bigger very slowly, and Carol could see a speck of purple colour, hidden by the bright light that was presumably the fire created when entering the atmosphere. She instantly feared the worst. Natalie was gazing too now, and stared in disbelief at the strange thing.
The tiny pimple on the face of the glorious sky was still growing. It came closer, and closer. "We need to get away from that thing." Carol said suddenly. "Somehow, I agree," replied Natalie, "How do you override these controls?" She asked, her voice quickening and growing with fear. "I don't think you can," Michael told her, "It's set to a specific course."
"Then the hell with this!" Carol shouted abruptly, "Let the pod be blown to a billion shards, I'm getting out of here now!" She was right, the Covenant missile or pod was heading straight for them. Bits of it were falling away under the pressure of the blistering heat.
She looked in the behind the back seats. She found three parachutes. Three. "Er, we have a problem." She called to the worried looking passengers. "There's only three parachutes,"
"Ohhh, dear." Jack cried. "Crap!"
"Watch your language, you!" His mother shouted at him. "Carol!" Natalie screamed. Carol turned to see the spot. Only it wasn't a spot. It was now big enough for Carol to see it was indeed a drop pod. It grew bigger still until she could see the glaring, snarling face of a Covenant troop. A scout. It was too late. The two ships collided with a clash of fire and heat. A giant mass of gas and fire grew in the sky. Five figures fell out of the ball of death. They fell to the smoke below.
Onboard Covenant Carrier Legends of Untold Majesty
Outside Earth's Atmosphere
Ninth Age of Reclamation
"Landing drop pod troops, abort your stations," The Carrier's Commander yelled over the loudspeaker. "I repeat, abandon your stations! We have enemy boarding craft inbound, looks like the made it past our battle cluster." Quen 'Elkofee snarled at thin air. A fellow Major strode up. "You heard him," He shouted ,"Repel the boarders!"
"Why do we not just land on Earth!?" 'Elkofee replied; he was growing impatient of the constant switch of stations. "Because of authority!" The Sanheili's temper rose. "The Commander ordered us to do this and by the Forunners we will! Understand!?" 'Elkofee nodded his head slowly ran towards his station. He wanted this to be over with…
The young Major charged into the already large fray. He spun his twin rifles in impatience, either knocking or shooting his opponents. A blow to the back knocked him over. His shields beeping, he rolled over and shot the Human up the nostrils. He staggered away; dropped his weapon and fell flat on his back. Pitiful thing. 'Elkofee then swung his legs in a circle, knocking almost three humans over. One almost flipped over and landed flat, his face twisted. With his spine broken, he died; blood seeping from the motionless face.
He then spun up readied his plasma rifles again. He fired and fired. Killing nearly every human in sight. The job was done. He helped up a wounded Minor before wondering whether that was it. A sudden jolt rocked the ship. "The Demon!" The Commander called again, "The Demon is here! He's just planted our own bomb on the ship's main chamber. Everyon"- he was cut off as a huge explosion sounded overhead. 'Elkofee ran to his drop-pod, shut the door and launched. It was the only way off the ship now because according to the status report on his monitor the hangars were destroyed. He was getting close to Earth's atmosphere now.
He didn't worry about the humans. They wouldn't be able to track a vessel this small. Fire emerged from the side of the ship as he descended. But then he saw another ship lower down in the sky; a human one, but not UNSC. "Life check!" He shouted at the computer screen. "Four life forms," the female voice answered, "All human. Shuttle is a standard escape pod, used in evacuation. Collision in T-minus five seconds."
"Collision!" 'Elkofee bellowed, he hadn't realized they were heading towards the shuttle all along. His face widened as the ship exploded. He fell into the smoke, and finally into water on the African Coast.
Forbbiden Love: Two
Date: 29 April 2006, 7:20 pm
13:56 Local Time
Near New Mombasa, African Coast
11th October 2552
Carol Smith opened one eye. She instantly laid still. Something was standing over her and she had a pretty good idea what it was. It was drenched by the water of the sea, drops falling off of his armour and his body flickering all over in a kind of bronze-gold colour. Carol saw the shins of two long and slender legs with hooves instead of feet. They were almost covered in shining red armour. The reflection from the midday sun made them shimmer with beauty. However she knew this was no creature to be dazzled by. It would kill her instantly if he knew she was still alive.
She played dead for ages; but the Elite did not move. He stood there, as if he was waiting for something. She caught glances of his head. Pointed, from the very top to the mandibles and swivelling on a long neck. She could almost see the back of his mouth because he was so hideous. Then the alien's head turned, it sensed something. She saw his legs moving away from her. When he had his back turned she rolled over and looked in the same direction as him.
Horror met her eyes. Michael was trying to get to his feet, stumbling. The alien started to move towards him. It had no weapons now, so it most certainly wanted to beat him to death; which would be very easy. Carol could not help letting out a gasp of fear. The Elite's head turned again, eying the two humans. They were both alive no doubt. Michael finally saw the danger slumped down again, pretending to die. But the Elite was no idiot. He ran at him. Michael could only wait in fear.
He couldn't run away; the bank was behind him and the Elite would catch up anyway. He only had one idea. The Covenant troop pulled his arm back up high, ready to kill the child in one vicious blow. Michael rolled and then dodged the best he could, but the Elite reacted immediately. His hooves slid across the ground about five centimetres knocking small stones into the water. He was toppling on the edge. But he went nowhere. Instead he turned and charged again.
Michael now had no other choice. So he ran. Faster than he ever had before. He felt like he was being lifted of the ground. The Elite was far too fast however, he caught in seconds; then grabbed the child and swung him round, holding him by the neck. The Elite spoke. "You, just like the rest of your pathetic race are incompetent." Michael didn't understand a word he said. "By the will of the gods, we shall destroy this city, and this planet, it is the way things must go. Your fate is already sealed." His voice trailed away as he tightened his grip. Michael could f eel the Elite's fingers closing in and his spine clicking. This must be it. Any more and the colossal creature would snap the poor boy's spine.
Everything happened at once, a burst of rifle-fire hit the alien's shields. Blue marks appeared all over his body as they reacted. He dropped the half-dead boy in surprise, but on purpose. He turned to the source where four marines in camouflage green stood, weapons at the ready. "Die, Bitch." One said, not letting the covenant troop hear. It charged, they fired. All of the bullets reflected away on the shields, causing him no harm, but soon his defences dropped. He was very angry now.
Carol ran over to find her other son lying strewn across the floor, eyes closed. She feared the worst. "Oh, Ja"- she stopped as he wearily opened his eyes. "Jack!" she cried with relief. He got up slowly, limping. Carol turned round, her face filled with happiness now, until she saw what lay before here. Natalie. Dead. Lying flat on her face. She had been the closest to the window when the ships collided and probably died because of the flames. Carol dropped to her knees, and sulked.
Quen 'Elkofee ran at the four humans, his shields were now down so he was doubling the pace. The beeping sound got louder he ignored it. He was close enough. He grabbed one human, broke his neck, and threw him into two more. The weight forced them both down so he turned to the last one. It dodged as he attacked and his hand went flying into the building behind. His fist throbbing. He turned to only meet another round to the chest. He bent over. Angry at the fact the human was winning, he decided to run behind a building for his shields to recharge.
Once there he found the dead corpse of a Minor. Staring with blank eyes up to the sky. 'Elkofee took his needler. He then peered round the right and fired purple crystals of hell on the humans. The unsespected killed two. The third was gunned down by an Unggoy on a roof which 'Elkofee had not noticed yet. The menacing turret forced the last one (the one that 'Elkofee had had trouble earlier) to run around the corner and narrowly escape. "Is me saving your ass, eh?" The cocky thing remarked, "Not every day me gets to do it for Sangheili."
"Quiet you fool!" 'Elkofee replied back. He checked but his communications were down. "Now what?"
Forbidden Love: Three
Date: 12 May 2006, 6:39 pm
15:02 Local Time
Outskirts of Old Mombasa, Kenya, Africa
11th October 2552
Carol Smith and sobbed with her head in her hands. Her, her two sons and a platoon of Marines walked down the street.
"Now, Ma'am, we must get to the LZ point if we wish to get you away from here and safe." The Captain explained in a rough, low tone. "You are still in danger here."
Carol made no reply. Her feelings were of only sorrow and fear. She wished she didn't have to leave Natalie's corpse, but the Marines had said she was already dead and there was no way they could escape with the extra weight. Carol did not believe him.
She walked slowly, falling behind the Marines, and with her children close behind. The Soldiers aimed their weapons at all high rooftops, crates, walls and even their backs; ready for any kind ambush. Their guns glowed in the beautiful sun, and their helmets glistened, a gentle breeze penetrating the gap in their uniforms and giving them a much-needed relief from drowning in their own sweat.
In war, a moment of silence is almost always followed by moment of commotion, hell and death.
Within a second the beauty of Carol's world had changed, the silence was no more. Plasma bolts tore through the air. They burned into the Marines' skin, killing them with pain and anger. Corpses fell to the ground seconds later and Carol found herself in a world of hell. The deafening sounds that were now echoing throughout the street were suddenly blocked out and her heart thumping in her chest at ninety beats per minute was the most dominating sound.
Was she dead? Was she dreaming? She didn't know; she didn't care. All she saw was a bulking, hideous alien. Towering over her, she now saw something else in his face. Sorrow? Guilt? Anger? His eyes were glistening; he was feeling something he hadn't felt before. He disappeared as she blacked out. Reality had escaped Carol now, and she had no intention to bring it back…
Two Hours Earlier
Quen 'Elkofee ran through the urban jungle around him. The Unggoy could not keep up, but this did not matter to him. What mattered was finding a platoon that he could work with. One Sangheili maybe be strong, but to be truthful, he was worth the Forunner's long lost manure if he ran into a full squad of Marines; if not worst, the Demon.
He rounded a corner, and to his relief, came across a Covenant squad. There was a large, flickering light-up sign that said Hotel Zanzibar on the roof. A fellow Sangheili greeted him with a surprised look. He was dressed in white, radiant armour that glowed in the sun's rays. The Commander strode up, and addressed 'Elkofee.
"Who are you?" was his first question. He had a cold, weary expression.
"Quen 'Elkofee your Excellency," he answered, instant and crisp. I was a survivor from Legends of Untold Majesty. My escape pod was destroyed when I collided with a human escape pod. I"-
"Say no more," The senior warrior cut him off, his mandibles suddenly moving quicker than lightning. "You will stay with us." As his voice trailed away he lifted his left hand up. The palm of his blue covered hand was facing the sky and his two fingers and thumb were half-closed, forming a cup shape. He was clearly gesturing to his squad.
From what 'Elkofee could see, it consisted of three major Kig-yar, a sniper, four major Unggoy with five minor and finally a second Sangheili, dressed in his blue, Minor armour.
"I respect your acceptance." He replied once more.
"I am Grando 'Fucklithee," he said to 'Elkofee, his armour dimming from the sun moving behind a cloud. "Thank me not, we have work to do."
He then stood up tall, looking triumphant despite the battle that was afoot. No one but an anxious Kig-yar saw the Human sniper crouching over the edge of a high building. He squealed in question before hearing a Sangheili's voice.
"Warriors, we most certainly have a battle to win." He bellowed over the crowd. "However, today is the day we get our first foothold on Earth! By conquering this city, we help to fund the resources needed for the invasion of Earth, and the extermination of Humanity!"
He held his head up high, his feelings seemed mixed however; guilt was overpowering glory for some reason. The growling little beast came galloping up, his long jaw and razor-sharp teeth dripping with saliva. 'Fucklithee crossed his eyes. If he had eyebrows they would point downwards in confusion of what the Kig-yar now told him.
He found it no joke however when an Unggoy which was sat on a nearby broken wall received a sniper round to his crinkled neck. The little thing shot back and off the wall, screaming with an almost motionless mouth.
'Fucklithee followed the grey, tell-tale line, up to where the nose of a gleaming black object hanged over the edge of a building. He pointed the location of the human and a second Kig-yar, beam rifle in hand, aimed at the head of the protruding human. The accelerated particle beam moved at the speed of light, piercing the human's head the moment the trigger was pulled.
The noise echoed all around the dimming streets of the town.
"We must make haste." 'Fucklithee concluded shortly afterwards. "We haven't won yet."
With that, the group of fifteen Covenant troops walked through a building and into the dim light of Hotel Zanzibar.
The eerie lights of this creepy, forbidden place flickered continuously, sending Goosebumps down the Unggoys' shivering spine. The group moved light-footedly to avoid attracting attention, however the silence was broken when 'Fucklithee spoke.
"This building would make a good outpost for out troops," he said calmly in his yet dull voice, not changing his tone for moment. "Clear it of any hostiles."
His comrades went to check out the building their own ways although he stopped them immediately. He fake-coughed, getting their attention.
"I, the five minor Unggoy and two of the Major Kig-yars, will check downstairs. The remaining Kig-yar, our sniper and all Major Unggoy will go with 'Vortexee and 'Elkofee to check upstairs." He addressed both the other Sangheili.
They split into their groups and set off. 'Elkofee could hear the old wooded stairs creaking under his weight. Every time his hooves touched the floor they chipped up bits of old rotting wood. He reached the top and checked for targets. It was clear, he had to be careful the since the Humans could easily establish an ambush in these winding corridors, and the lack of visibility created another problem. He kept his firearm high, ready for an assault.
But nothing could prepare him for being surrounded with no cover. In an instant the air vent opened above and fell onto an unfortunate Unggoy, crushing his weak bones with much force to spare. The responsible marine jumped down, only to be impacted on 'Elkofee's foot. He flew backwards and slammed into a wall, smearing his blood on the bullet-scared paint.
A female human came from nowhere and went to hit him from behind, 'Elkofee dodged the butt of her rifle and kneed her in the stomach. She flipped through the air, coughing up half her guts in the process. A third attack came from directly ahead where a two more soldiers had fired their burst fire weapons at him. They reflected his shields so he returned fire, launching a blue-white hail of death at the dumbstruck humans. They landed on the floor almost instantly with a satisfying thud, their blood coated bodies strewn on the carpet.
Then, before he could react, more fire reflected off 'Vortexee's shields before they failed, leaving the flesh exposed. Taking advantage while both Sangheili were still in shock, threw a knife round the corner wall and pierced the Minor's mouth, his separated mandibles unable to do anything to stop the blade from hitting the back of his throat. He choked, while another human fired at him, hitting him in the back of his head. The Sangheili collapsed, as the other growled in anger. 'Elkofee was in rage. He heard a second Sangheili scream downstairs and was certain it was 'Fucklithee.
He charged first at the marine who threw the knife. 'Elkofee lifted him by the neck, then tensing his fingers and snapping his bones with satisfactory click. He then threw the limp body into the other human at the end of the hall, forcing over like he had done outside.
"By the Gods, you have defied our race and dealt with Demons, your race is insignificant and we will crush you like the pitiful bugs you are. You are pimples on our conquest Our Prophets are the arms of the Forunners, and us warriors, we are the blade, the blade that will puncture your heresy and desecration. "
The human grunted, then laughed.
"Go to hell you freak," he coughed as 'Elkofee shot him square in the chest; unaware of the fragmentation grenade he was holding.
The Sangheili stared in disbelief as it blew up, shards of metal flying everywhere; he flew of his feet, and fell unconscious.
One and a half hours later
14:59
'Elkofee blinked, and then sat up. He was surrounded by a group of Unggoy and one Kig-yar.
"Excellency, you alive!?" One of them grunted, as they all stood back.
'Elkofee stood up; he seemed Okay.
"Went sent a signal to a Phantom." Said another Unggoy. "But we have Humans closing in, and we couldn't leave you Excellency."
"Hide," answered 'Elkofee, "We will ambush them."
A few minutes later they had arrived, all the troops were in position as there was an eerie silence.
"Open fire!" He shouted in an instant.
A few seconds and the humans were dead. He stood over some civilians. He went to fire, but his finger would not pull the trigger. He tried, but nothing happened. An Unggoy finished the job for him, however he felt something, he cared for them. His feelings were even more mixed, as the Phantom appeared overhead.
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