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Oblivion Chapter 6: New York City: Covenant Playground
Posted By: Reclaimer<xenoragnarok@aol.com>
Date: 25 July 2003, 4:19 AM
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New York City: Covenant playground
The city, besieged and burned, had become a battleground. Human and Covenant forces exchanged ground and gave ground. Burning cars, fallen buildings, and dead bodies were now common sights in the city. It had become a guerilla war. In the city, however, humans had the advantage. The Covenant would drink from the cup of death.
In the heart of New York City and the heat of battle, a charging elite sliced a fleeing human in half with his plasma sword and laughed. He was splashed with blood, and that pissed him off. There was nothing more repulsive to a Covenant elite than getting yourself dirtied by the blood of your fallen, unclean foes. Still, it could have been worse. Their unclean bullets could have pierced his skin, and, worse yet, he could be the one lying on the ground, forever branded by the purest form of shame at falling victim to the unclean ones.
A human ran out into the street carrying two flaming bottles and yelled as it threw one of the bottles at a group of grunts. The elite saw the crude incendiary device burst into flaming glass and liquid. Engulfing the grunts in flame, the molten shards of the wine bottle punctured the tanks of the flammable methane, and, consequently, lit the flammable gas on fire. A string of grunt fireworks erupted, turning all of the grunts into brilliant flashes of light.
"Take that, you Covenant mutha sukkaz!"
With that, the human ran for cover, leaving the six grunts to flame and burn in the street.
A hunter had noticed the death of the grunts, and, while not in a particular fervor to avenge the grunts, he just couldn't stand for humans to be alive. It charged the human head on, destroying broken, dented cars and mangled trashcans in its path. He chased it up a flight of white marble stairs and impaled it on the door.
And with his last bit of strength, the human bashed the Molotov cocktail against the hunter's armor.
The people inside the building jumped as long, bloody spikes ripped their way through the doorway. Seconds later, the door exploded.
Although its armor protected it for the most part, a single shard of glass passed into the hunter's neck and severed a vital artery. It fell through the door, greeted by a hail of bullets. The scientists watched as the hunter performed a dance of death. It dragged itself across the room as orange blood spurted from its neck.
"Cease-fire! It's dead," Pittman yelled.
Indeed, the mighty beast fell dead.
"Hey, man. When's that evac coming, man? If we don't get this suit out of here, the Covenant will get it," Hudson asked hysterically.
"Why don't you shut your hole, Hudson. The Evac'll be here when it gets here. Don't you remember what they said in basic," asked Smith.
Jimmy saw a dim light flashing through the smoking remains of the hunter and let loose with the battle rifle.
The elite's shield fizzled and popped. He dove for cover. Humans, he thought.
"Damn those humans!!"
He called out to a lone jackal wandering around aimlessly; the jackal's squad had had a little run-in with a couple of rednecks who had horded rocket launchers and grenades and had finally decided to share. Time to join them, the elite thought.
He tossed the jackal into the room. It was gunned down in a hail of bullets, but seconds later, the elite was inside the building.
The elite activated its sword and dove it deep into Fujimoto's chest. He swept it left and right, and two more scientists hit the floor. He killed 3 more scientists before the humans even reacted.
Jimmy watched the scientists fall to pieces in the heat of battle. He lifted his rifle and begun to fire. He finally penetrated through the elite's shield and sent a bullet into the elite's brain. He was the only one left, however.
The evac did arrive, with only one scientist left to greet them. Marines hopped out of the pelican, secured the area, and entered the building.
The marines found Jimmy sitting on a crate, his head down-turned. He had covered his butchered colleagues with a tarp, but their image would haunt him forever. He'd have to get that memory erased.
The marines helped him load 4 prototype Mark 6 battle armors onto the pelican, and as they lifted away, Jimmy popped a cigarette into his mouth. As the only man alive who held the suit's secrets, he had a date with destiny.
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