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Human vs. Covenant by Ronald Maszk
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Human vs. Covenant War: Part One
Date: 22 June 2003, 3:17 AM
"Um..... sir, I think you should see this," Hansley stated. He saw 3 Cov. transport ships drop down about 30 or 40 clicks southeast of their location.
" What is it, Hansley," the Sarge asked. He was a big man. About 6 '5, and about 250 pounds." I asked you a question, marine. What is it?"
" Sorry sir, dozed off. Won't happen again."
" Make sure it doesn't. Now get to it." The sarge was getting agitated. He just got back from Planet Farquad. Farquad was a battlefield. A breeding ground for Covenant. The planet was glassed a half-an-hour after he left. His marines were all destroyed. He was not use to failing.
" I've sighted 3 Covenant transport ships awhile away. What should are squad do?" Hansley sounded nervous. Who wouldn't? The Covenant were very dangerous. Grunts were weak alone, but in packs could kill a dozen careless marines. Jackals had energy shields, which recharged after being taken out. Same as the grunts, harmless alone, but deadly in packs. Elites are deadly alone and in packs. They were fierce fighters. Same with Hunters. Hunters even have a Fuel Rod Gun implanted into their armor. They have titanium shields, which are unpenetrable.
" Alert everyone of the news, we can't be too careless." The Sarge also sounded nervous, but for different reasons. He didn't want to fail again. He didn't want to lose more marines. He was sure that if he lost more marines, he would be demoted. Maybe even taken out of the UNSC. " By the way, thanks for noticing. Tell everyone to keep on their toes. We got some Covie bastards to kill."
" Sir, yes, sir. And, you're welcome." Hansley ran off to alert the troops. He knew it was time to die. Covenant were tough aliens. They would put up a fierce fight. They would make it awfully hard to win. Hansley alerted the troops and ran back to his post.
" Anything new, Hansley?"
" No Sarge. But, I'll be sure to keep you updated."
" You best, or I'll single handedly kill you." The sarge broke out in laughter. He walked to Private Jackson. Jackson was a marine, a very good one. The sarge didn't understand why Jackson doesn't get promoted. His antics are a little wild, but they get the job done. He wore a blue bandana, with the rest of the army spackled clothes and gear." How's it going Jackson?" The sarge was attempting to make conversation.
" Fine, you?" Right now, there were millions of things running through his mind. Like every other day, he wondered if this would be his last. He was an excellent marksman. And, an excellent marine. He wondered if that would help on the battlefield.
" Oh, just fine. Like any other day." The sarge laughed again. He wasn't laughing inside, though. His stomach had major butterflies. He didn't like their location. Him and his troops were on Subject: 83702, a.k.a Ground Barrier. They were just on a neverending wall, with no possible cover. Talk about suicide.
" Sir! They're coming!" Hansley screamed it at the top of his lungs. " I spotted them about 3 clicks away from our location. I don't know how they got here so fast. Perhaps, Ghosts?"
" Let me see, marine!" The sarge peeked through the binoculars. He saw rows and rows of Covenant. They were marching toward his location. He panicked, and screamed, " Run, Run! We are all going to die!" Just then, Hansley shot the sarge's foot with his M6D. The sarge slowly calmed down. "Thanks, Hansley."
" No problem, sir. Just don't do it again, or else I'll have to kill you."
The sarge and Hansley laughed together for 10 seconds. Then the sarge heard a scream.
" What was that?" The sarge looked down the row of marines, and noticed that one was laying face down. he sprinted toward the motionless marine. When he got there, he flipped the marine over and saw a hole in his head. " Oh my lord, it looks like we lost a marine, men. Everyone try and take cover. They are close enough to kill, so be on your guard. The hole looks like a plasma shot. God loves you, and we wish you good luck."
Every marine got into prone position, and readied their weapons. Marines screamed curse words, and profane things. The first shot was fired, and was rewarded with many others. Hansley saw rows of Covenant fall, dead. It looked like they would win. Then, 4 marines fell off the side of the wall, dying of plasma burns. Marines were dying left and right. Hansley was screaming for the sarge, but there was no answer. He knew he was dead. He got up, in the line of fire, and ran looking for the sarge. He found him, lying on his stomach, with a hole clean through his head. " That's it, it's war!" He climbed the ladder down to the battlefield. He fired his MA5B AR, and was quickly out of AR ammo. He then switched to his M6D Human Pistol, and fired it, until it was also dry of ammo.
" Oh my god, what can I do." Hansley kept running and meleeing his AR. He ran out of ammo a while back, and that was his only defense against the Covenant. He had been keeping track of his kills, and using them to avenge his Seargent. He had killed 7 Grunts, 4 Jackals, 1 Elite, and not one Hunter. Along the way, he also had to take on some Ghosts, and a few Banshees. He had 4 of each grenades, but never switched his weapons. It was his own rule. He marched on to more Covenant.
After killing many more Covenant warriors, he saw a line of Commander Elites w/ plasma swords. He took cover, hoping they hadn't noticed him. He heard the Elite's cry, and new he had been found out. He didn't have any ammo, and was going up against, perhaps the most dangerous warrior in the Covenant. He knew he was going to die. but, he might kill one or two before he went. He jumped out, and melee'd the first Elite. It just kept getting stronger and angrier. He melee'd the Elite in the abdomen, and when it bent over, elbowed him in the back of the head. When the Elite went down, he lifted his boot, and brought it down on the Elite's face. He wanted to make sure, so he stomped on it once more, and heard it's skull crack, and some squishing. He wiped the alien brains off his boot, and continued to fight.
2 more Elites came at him, and he took them head on. He fought with all of his might, and finally killed the 2. He still had one more to go, and then he could go home. He couldn't see the last one. He looked around, but still couldn't find it. He was still looking, when he was knocked on the ground. His head hurt, and he had a migraine. He forced himself up, and continued to fight. He saw the Elite, and chased him. He hid, and when the Elite had it's back turned, he came up behind it. He melee'd the back of his neck, snapping it, and stepped on his head also. He walked back to the fort, and saw that there were no other marines that survived. He smiled and laughed. He climbed the ladder back up, and searched for the transmitter. When he found it, he radioed for evac. He fell to his knees, and cursed at the sky. He had lost his friends, his fellow marines, and his Seargent. He hopped in the Pelican, and flew off.
The End
Human vs. Covenant War: Part Two, Hansley's second
Date: 28 June 2003, 9:02 PM
Hansley woke up, and had a headache. He walked to the infirmary, and grabbed a couple aspirin. He filled a glass with water, and swallowed the pills. He drank the water, and went back to his cot. He laid down for 30 minutes. He couldn't get back to sleep. So he got up again, and got dressed. He put on a sweatshirt, and sweatpants. He put on his fingerless gloves, and proceeded to the gym. He hooked up a punching bag, and beat it for 3 hours straight. When he was done, he headed for the showers. He undressed, grabbed a bar of soap, and moved on to the showers. He turned it on, and showered for 10 minutes. He then went back to the barracks, and dressed in his uniform. Just when he finished, the intercom screeched, " Hansley to my office, I reapeat Hansley to my office, Now!" He proceeded to the Sergeants office. He came up to his door, and the guards stated, " What's your business?" He told them, and they opened the door. He walked in and didn't notice the Sergeant right away. " Ah, Hansley. Sit down." Right away, Hansley didn't enjoy the enviroment. He was closed in with the Sergeant, and was sure the Sarge was majorly pissed off.
" Now, Hansley," the Sarge screamed. " I heard you put up quite a fight against the Covenant at Ground Barrier, good job. Now, I called you here for two reasons. The first is that you are getting promoted to Lieutenant." Hansley smiled. He was happy about getting promoted, finally it was happening for him. " Now, don't get too happy. The second is, your going into battle again. Now go get ready, you're shipping off in 15. Leave... Now!" Hansley suddnely frowned, he had to go into battle again. He hated battle. His last one, he was almost killed. He left fast, because the Sarge was getting mad. He went to the armory, and put on his armor. He grabbed two frag grenades, and an assualt rifle. He was walking down the hall, when the intercom screeched for him again. it was the Sarge telling him to get back to his office. Hansley walked down to the Sarge's office, again. He walked up to the door, and the guards asked him his business. He told them, and was once again ushered into the room. " I'm sorry. I forgot to give you your new suit of armor. It's three times as powerful as your original, and can carry more weapons and ammo too. Here it is," the Sarge handed him the suit, and Hansley smiled. He suddenly realized why he was given the suit. he got up, gave the Sarge the finger, and walked out. He put the new suit on in the barracks, grabbed a M6D and more ammo for his AR, and walked to the docking board. He jumped into the back of the Pelican, and it flew off into battle.
Gagalaw, the Grunt was patrolling the contol room. He walked along with his fellow comrade, Jaelas who was also a Grunt. They suddenly heard the sound of a loud motor. A Human ship lowered, and dropped 3 dozen marines. He screamed for Elites, or Jackals. He started to run away, when there was a big explosion that blew him 15 meters away. He lay there in pain, weeping, and barely breathing. He gathered enough energy to turn around, so he was lying on his back. He heard a motor, that sounded like a machine the Humans called a "Warthog." He heard it getting closer, and turned his head just in time to see the wheel heading for his head. He exhaled, and the Warthog thumped as the wheel crushed the Grunt's skull, and splattered brains everywhere.
Jaelas witnessed the death of his friend Gagalaw from inside the Fortress. He knew Gawgalaw well, and didn't appreciate him being killed. He was the only Grunt left, the Humans had killed the rest of his kind. He still had 3 Jackals and 1 Elite in the Fortress. He was angered, and clenched his fists. He pulled out his Plasma Pistol, but the lone Elite put it down. " No Jaelas. I know you're angry, and frustrated, but if you would have shot we to would have also been killed. Put the weapon away, Now!" Jaelas lowered his weapon, and started to weep. " But Master," a Jackal said as he raised his weapon, " we could kill them. I'm sure of it." "No, you will get us all killed. Now, if you don't lower your weapon, I will be forced to kill you myself." The Jackal didn't listen and raised it higher. Jaelas, still weeping, heard the sound of the Jackal cry. He grimaced, as blue, green goo covered him. " Any other non- followers?" Everyone shook their heads no. " Good, now let's move."
They moved out of the Fortress and into the Control Room, steeping over the dead, crushed body of Gawgalaw. Jaelas still weeping, and hardly moving. He couldn't keep up with the rest, so the Elite carried him. They moved into the control room, and sat down. " Now, everyone must listen to me," the Elite said, " we must kill the Humans, which you already know. I have a plan, but it will end in the death of one of us. Do I have a volunteer?" " Master why not you?" The Elite raised his weapon and fired until there was noting left of the stupid Jackal. " Now, any volunteers?" The last Jackal raised his hand. "Okay. Here's the plan. The volunteer will head back to the Fortress. When he enters we will know because of the security cams set up everywhere. He will then set all the grenades he has on the ground, except for one. He will then fire his weapon, until the Humans enter, which then he will throw the grenade at the rest of them, creating a great explosion, and killing the Humans. Genius, I know." Jaelas was satified with the plan, and was happy that the Humans would soon be dead.
Hansley was walking around looking for Covenant, when he heard the sound of Plasma fire. He headed toward it, with his group of marines following close behind. He entered the place where the Plasma fire seemed to be coming from, and saw a Jackal throw a grenade, on a pile of grenades. He ran back, but his marines entered the room. " Nooo," he screamed, but it was too late. The building blew up, throwing body parts, blood, and guts everywhere. He was blown onto his back, and suddenly felt tons of pressure on his leg. he looked up, and saw an Elite standing on his leg. The Elite lifted his weapon, and dropped it on his face, knocking Hansley out.
He woke up later, in alot of pain. It seemed as if the Covenant were torturing him. " Why are you doing this to me? You guys never keep any prisoners." He felt Plasma burns on his chest, and winced in pain. He felt something up against his leg, and reached for it. It was his Pistol, and he grabbed it. He shot it once to see if it was working, and then the Elite charged into the room, knocking him over. He turned his head and saw what looked like a Plasma Sword. he grabbed it and turned it on. The Elite dug around in it's armor, and finally pulled out a Plasma Sword, also. They battled. Hansley jumped up, and came down on the Elite, chopping of the Elites left hand. It screamed in pain, and continued to fight. The Elite ducked down, and swung the Sword, chopping off Hansley's foot. Hansley fell in pain. He swung the Sword at the Elites knees, chopping both of it's legs off at the knees. The Elite fell down, blood squirting out of it's knubby legs. Hansley got up on his knees, lifted the Plasma Sword, and sliced it through the air, cutting the Elite in two. The Elite's chest dropped, and never rose again. Hansley killed the Elite, but then suddenly felt Plasma hit his left arm, blowing it off. He pulled out his Pistol, and fired it around in the shadows. Nothing. He suddenly saw something move to his right turned there, and fired three times. He heard the Grunt cry and fall to floor dead. Hansley felt himself slowly dying, and radioed in for evac. 5 minutes later, the Pelican landed near him, picked him up, and headed for the Hospital. Hansley laughed, as he died. He suddenly felt better, and knew he was going to die. he closed his eyes, and saw the white tunnel. " No, we lost him," the doctor cried as the heart moniter flatlined. " Give me the defibbulators." The doctor rubbed them together, and put them on Hansley's chest, " Clear!" Hansley's nerves clenched, and his chest raised. 10 minutes later, Hansley was revived, and finally was in the Hospital.
The End
Sorry if it was messed up!
Human vs. Covenant War: Part Three: Hansley's Guilt
Date: 29 June 2003, 7:58 PM
Hansley was rushed into the hospital, and hooked up to a different heart moniter. He was transferred to a different doctor. " We almost lost him on the way, doc. He won't last long, so you better hurry." The doctor rushed to the sink, and lathered his hands and arms in soap. He quickly rinsed them, and put on his suit, and gloves. " Hmm..., do you have his arm or foot?" The other doctor shook his head, "No." The doctor thought of what he should do. "Well, I'll have to give him prosthetics. He won't be able to join battle or combat for awhile. But in a week or so, he should be just fine." The doctor worked on Hansley for hours, trying many different kinds of prosthetics. He came out into the lobby/waiting room. " The kid's going to be fine, the operation was a great success. He will be back on his feet in no time." Everyone just nodded, like they knew it was going to be fine. The doctor walked out, and everyone smiled. Hanlsey was alive, the lone survivor of battle was still alive, and fighting.
Hansley awoke in the night, lights flickering, and the smell of death in the air. he got out of his bed, but couldn't feel his foot or arm. He fell to the floor, because he wasn't used to the fake foot. He pulled himself up using the side of the hospital bed. It was very dark, and when he finally got back up into his bed, he thought he might have seen Covenant Elites walk right by his room. He tried to walk again, and started to creep. He peeked his head out of his door, and knew he saw a Grunt running away. He walked out more, and heard a scream. He quiclky walked out of the room, to go get some help, praying there was some still alive. He was unarmed, undressed, and probably the only living human in the Hospital. He stepped over a dead marine, picking up his AR, and putting on his armor. Hansley checked the ammo, which there was hardly any. He reloaded it, so it lowered the risk of him having to do that in combat. He started to creep again, and saw a grunt run straight at him. He then felt something hit his back. He fell to the floor, and his head was stomped on by an Elite. He screamed, and woke up. It was just a dream, all just a dream. He prayed, and fell back asleep.
2 weeks later, he was back at the base, ready for combat. He was promoted again to Captain, for bravery and courage. He was now known around the base, and was very decorated. The thing Hansley didn't get though, was that he was always the lone survivor. The next mission, or battle he enters, he was going to make sure that he wasn't the only one coming home. His armor did him good, except for the arm. He now spent atleast 3 hours a day in the training room. He was really buff, now. His life was great. " hansley, Hansley in my office." Hansley walked to the Sergeant's office. He told the guards his business, and was ushered in, yet again. Hansley saluted, " At ease, soldier. Now, sit down. ou just keep moving up the ranks, don't you. Now, i have some bad news, your brother Richard Hansley has been killed, Nicholas. I'm terribly sorry." Hansley was puzzled, his eyes started to well up, and he cried. " Okay, thanks you, sir. I, i have to go now." hansley walked out of the sergeant's office, and back to the training room. He was ready to go into combat, and marched back towards the Sarge's office. " What's your business?" The guards were pests. he lied, and was ushered in. " Sarge, let me go into battle. I'm great on my foot now. Please, i must avenge my brother." The sarge was quiet for a moment, and then said, " Okay Hansley, but if you get into any trouble, I'm not helping you. And, I don't appreciate you calling me Sarge, don't do it again." Hansley walked out, got ready, gathered some marines, and found a place were tons of Cov. were hanging out. he jumped into the Pelican, and was whisped into battle.
" Well, now that we have tracked the Human ship, we must prepare for battle. Get me hundreds of Banshees, and thousands of Ghosts. I need an army of everything we've got. This could be where we finally kill the Humans. Go do it... NOW!" The Prophet hovered out of the room, angry. The Covenant were ready, the Humans were coming, and they were both hoping to spill each others blood on the ground!
To Be Continued
Sorry, I might have gotten screwed up!
Human vs. Covenant War: Part Four: Hansley's Battle
Date: 29 June 2003, 9:14 PM
The Pelican lowered dropping Hansley and his men. " Come on let's move it, move it." Hansley was tense. He was really angry, also. He was here to avenge his brother's death. He was going to try and kill whatever was here. He had his special armor, of course. His MA5B AR, his M6D Human Pistol, both with extra ammo. He also had 3 Fragmentation grenades. " Okay men, stop!" He was now a Captain, and had his own group of marines.He was actually given a chance with them. they marched on toward the Covenant base. He made sure his men were pumped up, by telling them lies. "Let's march into the base."
They entered the base indivdually, so if one man was killed they all wouldn't be. After everyone was safely in, Hansley ordered a few men to keep watch. He had another marine manning a Sniper Rifle. He had another, with a SPNKR Rocket Launcher. After about an hour or two, the scoping marines spotted 1 Elite walking towards their location. Hansley told them to silence the Sniper, and kill him. They did just that, and the Elite was dead on the spot. Hansley laid down for a nap. "Any Covenant that come, just kill them." The marines nodded, and Hansley wisped away into a dream world.
The Prophet was angry. They had already had 1 casualty. It was a Commander Elite. He told them to send in the Ghosts, and if that doesn't work, to send in the Banshees. The Prophet wanted this group of Humans to pay dearly. He was sure they would, and smiled. He hovered out of the room, and was gone. He was really mad. And killed a grunt. he was fricken disturbed.
Youlee, the Elite was scared of the Prophet. He was the closest thing to the Prophet. He was sent to go into battle, and went. He carried with him a Plasma Rifle, a Plasma Sword, and 3 Plasma grenades. He walked out on the battlefield. He saw 100 Banshees, and Ghosts moving in, and suddenly wasn't scared anymore. he walked out even more, and was shot. He died on the spot. The last thing he thought about, was the bullet that went through his head.
The Prophet was told another warrior's life was taken. This time, he ordered 50 pairs of hunters on the spot. Hunters moved in onto the battlefield. He heard explosions all over. He smiled and was pleased again. He hovered out of the room, and started to take apart a Warthog engine. He wanted to kill the warrior they called 'Hansley', so he ordered that they bring it to him.
Hansley awoke form loud explosions. There were 10 of his 18 men dead on the floor. 5 out of the 8 he had were injured, and useless. He screamed, grabbed the last 3 men he had, and ran out onto the battlefield. Suddenly, 2 shots were fired, and 2 of his last 3 men were dead. He was suddenly scared, and ran away. He called for evac, and was given no response. He charged back, and fired his AR dry. He then pulled out his M6D Pistol, and did the same. He threw 1 frag, and blew blood, and guts all over. He then ran away, and called for support. He was answered, and 1 minute later, a Longsword fighter dropped bombs on the Covenant base. The Longsword swooped down, and picked Hansley up. He flew off, out of breath. he then remembered there was one more marine left. " Go back, now. There is one of my marines down there." The fighter went back down, and right when it dropped Hansley off, was blown to pieces. He found his marine's head lying on the ground. He threw his last 3 grenades into a large building, and it exploded. He heard a cry, and laughed. he called for evac, and was whisped away in a Pelican.
The Prophet choked as the building he was in exploded, and he was blown out of his hover chair. He could hardly breath, and was coughing out his own blood. He prayed to stay alive. He saw bombs dropping out of the ' Pelican', and then, he was dead. He was no more, and neither was the base.
The Elite suddenly saw bombs dropping on his life. He was scared, and saw a way out. He jumped onto the bottom of the Pelican, and caught a ride. He was happy, and smiling. He was going to the Human's home planet.
To Be Continued...
Sorry might have gotten screwed up during copy/paste. If it was I'm majorly sorry!
Human vs. Covenant War: Part Five, Masterchief's Man Hunt
Date: 12 July 2003, 11:47 PM
"Stop," Cortana said. "I'm detecting multiple enemies. Continue with caution." Masterchief checked his heat indicator, and found dozens of little red dots peppering the whole area. He put his guns away, and put on the spare camoflague suit. He slowly drifted out of sight, and walked into the room. He turned, and saw a Grunt. He came up behind the little Covenant creature, and grabbed its back with one hand. He lifted the Grunt up, and slammed it's head into a wall, spreading brains and gore everywhere, also flattening the poor alien's head. He came up behind an Elite, and tripped it. He grabbed the Elite's feet in one hand, and it's head in the other, and bent the Elite in half. It's back broke, killing it instantly. The Masterchief pulled his pistol out, and turned the camo off, he was sure he'd need it later. He came up behind another Elite, wrenched it's head back, stuck the barrel of the M6D down it's throat, and fired. The Elite's brains blew on Masterchief, and so he brushed them off. He saw a Grunt, came up behind him, grabbed him in a chokehold, and asked,"Where is he, huh, where is Luki 'Lokimeme." The Grunt told him he had no clue. "Then your no use to me," Masterchief said, and then he broke it's neck. He walked out of the room, and into another room.
"So, what's so important about this Lokimeme?" Masterchief was here to find this Elite, but didn't know anything about him. "You mean you don't know. His a major Kingpin in the Covenant caste system. He is one of the most important Elites in the whole Covenant race. "So, he's really important. Do I have to find him fast?" He hoped not. He was the worst at speed missions. "No, but that doesn't mean that couldn't change." Oh, boy Masterchief thought, but I have to do my duty. He ran to the end of the room, suspicious. Usually Covenant are crawling everywhere in these rooms. He shrugged the question off, and continued to the next room. He saw little heat in this room, and thought that there were just a couple Grunts, and Jackals. He laughed, but was suddenly shot in the back by a Grunt. He ran around the corner, to let his shields recharge. He switched his M6D for his MA5B, and ran after the Grunt. He grabbed it, and asked it the same question, "Where is Lokimeme, huh, where!"
"I'm sorry, I don't know."
"You better tell me if you want to live. I'm serious, i'm not fricken' bluffing."
"I don't know. I'm serious, please don't kill me."
"Why shouldn't I, huh, give me one goddamn reason why I shouldn't"
"I don't have one. Wait, my highers might know. I could ask."
"How can I trust you? How do I know you won't go tell them what I want?"
"You'll have to trust me."
"Trusting anything Covenant is stupid, it's, it's suicide. I'm not going to trust you."
"Well, please don't kill me."
"I can already see this conversation was for nothing. Goodbye!"
"No, no please god, no, no, no. Noooooooooooo," the Grunt screamed as the Chief readied his pistol, and fired four rounds into it's head, blowing brains evrywhere. Chief knew one would do it, but he decided to add a little more led to it's diet because the Grunt had wasted his time, so he added 3 more. The Chief knew it wasn't going to be easy to find this Elite. He was going to find him though, because this would be a key element in the Human vs. Covenant War. He marched off, readying his Assualt Rifle, and wishing he was back at The Mark VIII, his home ship. So, Cortana, is there anything else I need to know about this guy? Like his guards, his weapons, his rank, his money?"
"Well, I told you his rank, but his guards are very powerful. He is the richest Covenant alive, and uses his money to update his 'House of Pain', which he likes to call it, with all sorts of evil and torturous weaponary. There's not much else, oh, and he is a retired soldier, so he himself is very strong. He can fire weapons very well, and is a good marksman."
"Okay, thanks Cortana." He walked through a door, and ducked just in time to dodge a Plasma Ball, from a Fuel Rod Cannon. He noticed 2 Hunters, and ran around a corner. He switched to his M6D Pistol, and 2X'ed. He scoped out the Hunter, and shot it's flesy orange neck. The Hunter groaned, and fell down dead. He hid, so the dead Hunter's blood brother wouldn't see him. He slid down onto the floor, and sat on something big. He got up, and found that he was sitting on a SPNKR Rocket Launcher. He checked to see if it loaded, and found that it was. He jumped out into the open, saw a shot, and took it.
Nama 'Manem saw his brother fall. He cursed this heavily armored alien. He turned in time to see a flaming ball, and smiled because he would soon join his blood brother. The rocket zoomed, and exploded, blowing the Hunter into 56 pieces.
"Well, Cortana. I think it's time to find this Elite."
"I agree, Chief."
Masterchief walked out of the room, and into a wall of Covenant aliens, pointing there weapons at him. "Um... hey!" He pulled out his dual M6D Pistols, and fired continually. He fell under a wall of bullets, and didn't mowas dragged away by the Covenant.
To Be Continued...
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