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On A Pale Horse: Enough Dead Heroes
Posted By: Silent Hunter<silenthunter18509@yahoo.com>
Date: 6 July 2003, 11:23 PM
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-Enough Dead Heroes-
1912 Hours, September 17, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
New Mombasa, Section 64
John climbed out of the Pelican. "uhh…I told you that thing couldn't fly…"
"We're here aren't we?" Cortana responded in her normal voice.
"yeah, but we could've been killed…"
"There was no way we could die from that"
"How do you know?"
"Because, it would be just too stupid if we died like that after going through all that" John chuckled, and set off towards the cruiser looming in the distance. With the Elites roaming the city, it would be far more difficult getting to his objective. He saw a black Elite standing next to a skyscraper, busting a door in. It walked in, and spoke in an alien tongue. He aimed his battle Rifle at the back of it's head, and shot a 5 round burst into the back of it's skull. Its limp body fell to the floor. The Chief walked in the building to see what the elite wanted so bad. He saw 4 children, a man, and a woman. They were huddled in a corner. They gaped at the 7-foot tall Spartan. John thought for a moment. He did have standing orders to protect any human civilians, even if it did get in the way of his main objective. He had an idea.
"Cortana, contact HQ, tell them we have civilians here that need to evacuated.
"OK"
The Chief spoke to the people, they jumped when he spoke "Stay here, there'll be someone here to get you out of here" He brought out one of his SMGs, and held it out to the man "I assume you know how to use one of these. He nodded weakly, and then took the gun. "Remember, stay here." He walked out the door, and closed it. He continued towards the cruiser.
1915 Hours, September 17, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
New Mombasa, Section 64
Loma 'Lumamee ran down the street. He bent down, and picked up an empty shell casing. It was still warm. 'You're time is almost up, human' he thought to himself. He took off down the road, towards the Esteem, knowing that's where he was heading. He stopped when he saw a single, bleeding human soldier limping across the road…that was the same human he saw emerge from the rubble earlier. "this one is strong" he said in a low voice. The human disappeared into a building. He continued down the road, knowing that his target was real close.
1930 Hours, September 17, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
New Mombasa, Section 64
The Sun has disappeared behind real dark storm clouds. The winds picked up, and a strong downpour has begun. Water rushed down the storm-drains. A loud thunderclap shook John. A fog also set in. It was so bad, that he couldn't see 30 meters down the road. Debris flew down the street. He quickened his pace, knowing the rain, and fog would mask his approach. John slowed down. He was under the ship. The fog was still thick, but without the rain, any covenant troop could hear him if he ran. He heard grunts talking. He ducked into an alcove. A patrol of 3 grunts walked by. After 30 seconds, he crouch-walked behind the patrol. After a minute, he saw a gravity lift in the distance. He waited until the grunts were under it, and tossed a grenade towards them. The didn't even see it, and they were blown away. He stepped into the purple beam, when he heard a growl. He looked back, and a golden Elite was walking towards him.
1933 Hours, September 17, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
New Mombasa, Section 64, directly beneath the Esteem
Loma Lumamee' slowly approached the fully armored human. He activated his plasma sword. He spoke "Human, you die here…" The human raised its weapon, and spoke something in its own language, as if it could understand him. He jumped as high as he could, and swung his sword at the human. It was extremely fast. It dodged the sword, and slammed its weapon into his side. The shield blocked it, and he swung his sword at it again. It Jumped high, and dodged it again. It fired 2 shots, and his shield went down. He deactivated his sword, and pulled a plasma grenade out, activated it, and threw it. He dodged it, but it was caught in the blast. It's shield deactivated. He charged it, and hit it as hard as he could. It landed on its back, and he got both its arms, and put a leg on its chest, and pulled. He wanted to make it suffer for his brother. It was strong though…almost stronger than him…it got an arm free, reached into his belt, and grabbed a large knife, that looked like it was stained with blood from a brute. He let go just before it could slice his hand off. It got up, almost throwing his balance off.
It got its weapon out, and shot 12 rounds into his shield. The force behind each pushed him back a step. Then his shield went down. 8 more shots tore through him. The pain was enormous. He didn't fall down though. The human reloaded its weapon, aimed at his head…and fired…
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