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Blue Squadron Chronicles, Part Four
Posted By: Hunter_Killer<jlp8118@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 29 October 2003, 12:57 PM
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1121 Hours, 9 May 2601(Military Calendar)/
Near Earth,
Sol System
"Uh oh..." mumbled Jonathan, as the giant blob of Fiery Red Plasma sped ever closer to his Sword. He pulled extremely hard on the stick, and the ship sharply flared straight up.
However, the Plasma changed course to track the fighter, and it enveloped the Sword.
There was a blinding flash. The ship flew out a moment later, numerous explosions and fires riddling the devastated fighter.
Jonathan coughed at the smoke filling the cockpit, as he struggled without effect with the controls. It spun out of control, straight towards a Covenant Cruiser.
"Not good... not good..." He fervently repeated under his breath, while spraying a fire extinguisher at the flaming Comm. Panel.
It was now closing in on the Enemy Vessel, only 200 Meters away...
1123 Hours, 9 May, 2601, Command Center of Covenant Cruiser Divine Wind/
"Commander!" Yelled a panicky Red Elite to the Golden Commander Elite.
"Yes?" The Elite walked over to the Red one's station, and read the displays.
"There's a Human fighter-probably damaged-coming towards us at 4000 Units per Unit! What do we do, Excellency!?"
"Muahahahahahahahahaha, lower shields and turn the ship so it lands in Launch Bay 2. Pressurize it and get some Security Teams down there. This could be fun..."
"Yes, excellency!" The Elite typed the orders on the holo-panel that popped up by the Elite's thought, and the ship instantaneously gyrated to face the Fighter with the Launch Bay 2.
1124 Hours, 9 May, 2601, "Blue One" Longsword B/
Jonathan was thrown free from his seat, his safety belts snapping, from the impact with the deck. His head's fall was cushioned by a pillow blown from down the hall.
It still hurt his head, though, and he was slow to get up. When he regained a vertical base, he looked around for his M10E Pistol. Before he found his weapon, he was attracted to a beeping noise. It was in the engine room. A klaxon was blaring still.
Weaving through debris, he found the cause of alert. The fuel tank was on fire!
"Aw, man," Said Jonathan, and his adrenaline kicked in. In 2 Seconds flat, he had sprinted out of the fighter and to the other side of the room.
He turned, in time to see his beloved Longsword-and his weapons, supplies, personal photo he had there- explode. The rumble of the deck planted the Spartan V on the glossy violet deck with a thunk.
He got up, and rubbed his rump. "Aye, aye, aye," Said he.
Using his enhanced hearing, he heard an Elite commanding some others behind a door to the room. Jonathan dove behind a few crates, and the door beeped and opened.
"Worp! Worp! Worp!" Yelled and Elite, and a squad consisting of 7 Grunts, 4 Jackals and himself charged in the room.
After seeing nothing, they became confused.
"Where is it?" Questioned a Grunt, holding his Plasma Pistol nervously.
"Here," Replied Jonathan, and he vaulted over the Crates into a Red Grunt. They became entangled, and Jonathan wrestled control of the Plasma Pistol, which he promptly drove clear through the head of the unlucky Grunt.
Blood trickled out, as the Covenant opened fire.
Jonathan rolled, still holding the lifeless corpse, avoiding 14 needles and 6 Bursts of Plasma. Jonathan used the Grunt as a shield, it taking two hits immediately.
He stuck the Weapon around his shield, and gave two Grunts an early grave. Aimlessly firing-and getting a Jackal in the groin-, he ran back to the crates.
Plasma erupted in streams over and to the sides of the Crates, and Jonathan ducked.
"Hello..." Said he, as the Crate began to melt, and a Plasma Grenade fell on top of him. He ignited it, and gave it a good chuck to land right on a Grunt. It panicked, and ran around wildly. In the plasmatic blast, it took out all but a single Grunt.
It yipped, and ran away. It didn't get 5 Meters before a superheated bolt of Plasma hit it square in the shoulder, and the jet stream of blood spun the body round and round like a top.
Jonathan smiled, and stood up. There were several bodies, most charred beyond recognition. This was just the beginning. He was going to kill every single one of the god damn bastards on the Ship, by hook or crook.
So, he scavenged around for 2 Plasma Rifles and a full load of Plasma Grenades. Once so armed, he set out to get to the next floor, where he saw several dead Marines. Probably from another assault.
He had a plan: Find a radio, and call for Marine backup. Even he couldn't take all the enemies, since he was meant for the air anyways.
With a couple dozen jarheads, he could take the ship easily, though.
Entering the next hallway, he took out several Covenant troopers. Grunts, most of them. The rest were Jackals. Nothing he couldn't handle.
Every hallway after that, more Covenant. Finaly, he entered the door to level two. A Red Elite was on vigilant patrol.
He crouched, and snuck up to 12 Centimeters behind it. A swift blow to the back dropped it with no resistance.
After another quick sweep, he approached the bodies. After looking over a Corporal's, he found a working radio.
"Blue One to UNSC," Said a blatant Jonathan into the radio.
"Jonathan? Holy Crap, I thought we'd lost ya. Where are you?" Said Lan's voice over the radio.
"On the Covie Cruiser that's biggest. Come Gimme some Marine backup to secure the ship, will ya?"
"I'll put in a word for ya to General Kirby; we're commin!"
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