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Guardians of the Sanctum: (Part 03) -Clashing Titans-
Posted By: BansheeBoy
Date: 2 July 2004, 5:07 PM
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Guardians of the Sanctum: (Part 03) -Clashing Titans-
Note: This is Part 03 of BansheeBoy's Guardians of the Sanctum series.
Ninth Age of Reclamation, Step of Silence Covenant Holy City,
"High Charity," Sanctum of the Hierarchs
Olos Rosmee heaved the crate of plasma batteries and placed it onto First Fort's gravity lift for the rebel's second wave. 'This is degrading' he thought as the crate floated up through the holographic chute. Rosmee would much rather be on the front lines, slaughtering his enemies and breaking weak necks. But instead him, a few other Brutes and a few Hunters, were doing heavy lifting. It was the kind of work a Grunt would usually be forced to do, but would be crushed under the weight of the crates.
Rosmee struggled to lift a huge metallic crate off the ground. He got his sharp claws underneath the heavy weight and heaved it slowly into the air. He made it a few yards before Rosmee realised that it really was too heavy. The crate tumbled from his paws and crashed onto the floor, narrowly missing his own foot. The ape stood back in a state of shock as a Hunter made it's way towards him.
"Weak Brute!" it laughed. Olos was about to reply when he noticed a crack in the metal crate. He recognised the contents as fuel rod cannons, the type which Grunts carried. The type that also had fail-safes. The Brute watched as the cannons glowed a sickly green.
"Run you fool!" bellowed Rosmee as he charged away from the glowing crate.
"Huh?" replied the Hunter with his last word. Rosmee dived away as the crate of fuel rod cannons went off, engulfing a few crates and the boisterous Hunter in a fabulous green veil of flame. The Brute slumped down as he watched the plumes of smoke rise towards First Fort. That was close, too close. His thoughts were interrupted by the cries of a Hunter.
"Murak!" it shrieked. It sprinted over to the location of the blast and knelt down next to the dead Hunter. It let out a deep, mourning sob, turning many heads in the canyon. Rosmee began to stride away in a panic.
"Stop, Brute!" the Hunter shouted. Rosmee halted in his tracks and slowly turned to face the furious Hunter.
"You killed my bond-brother, and I'm gonna make you pay, Brute" it said spitting with disgust. The Hunter stood at it's full height of twelve-feet, towering above the Brute. Rosmee stood tall and proud but inside his head it was a completely different story.
The colossal beast rose above the seemingly tiny ape. It's massive structure stood before him, many units above the Brute. 'What can I do to beat him?' thought Rosmee. The answer popped into his head. He had to use his advantage. Hunters were machines, and had hardly any tactical brilliance. Rosmee, on the other hand, did consider himself a tactical genius. He had to use his surroundings. But there was no time for that at the moment though, as the Hunter charged his fuel rod cannon. Rosmee dived behind a small crate, just before the cannon fired. The charged plasma impacted on the crate sending it flying, narrowly over the Brute's head. This Hunter wasn't happy. Rosmee charged towards the Hunter, taking cover when necessary, before drawing his rusty blade and assaulting the blue-armored Adonis. The sword impacted on the Hunter's chest-plate, cracking it straight down the middle. It roared in anger, as it punched Rosmee back a few feet, knocking the rusty blade out of the ape's furry paws. The Brute regained his balance, feeling purple-blood trickle down his cheek. Rosmee growled. The Hunter had just made a big mistake.
Olos Rosmee lurched forward, taking the Hunter on in hand to hand combat. His muscular left arm grabbed it's fuel rod cannon and struggled to aim it at the beast's face, while his right arm fought for supremacy over the Adonis's left hand. Rosmee managed to force the fuel rod cannon up into the sky as the Hunter charged a heavy bolt of plasma. The lime beam collected energy at the tip of the cannon and it's plasma orb grew to a massive size. The mini-sun shone upon the battling titans, fighting over the cannon. Finally the beam could no longer be charged, so it released itself into the air. The entire canyon watched as the orb of destruction soared into the atmosphere above. But this caused only a brief pause in the battle as the pair continued to fight. At last, Rosmee ended the hand to hand scuffle by head butting the Hunter's already damaged chest-plate. The crack spreaded out over the battle plate until a large piece flaked off. Rosmee spied the Hunter's rugged orange skin through the armor's gap and let out a throaty laugh. But the blue-armored Adonis wasn't licked just yet.
Rosmee dived away from another blast of green energy, courtesy of the Hunter's fuel rod cannon. The Brute ducked down behind a pair of large crates and closed his eyes as another thump resounded from the Hunter's cannon. One of the crates exploded from the shot, sending debris and weapons all over Rosmee. A weapon landed at the crouching ape's feet and Rosmee recognised it as the new Carbine. The Carbine was very much like the human Battle Rifle, except it used plasma instead of slugs. It fired rounds in a slow but powerful fashion and also had a 2X scope, making it very useful. The Brute lifted the unfamiliar weapon off the ground and loaded it with a new battery. The ape looked up to see the Hunter standing in front of the gravity lift. He had a plan.
Rosmee leapt out from behind his cover and charged towards the Hunter. The Adonis was caught by surprise, as the Brute barged him back onto the gravity lift. The Hunter soared up towards First Fort and Rosmee dived after him. The beast twirled around in zero-G, delirious. The ape stared down the scope of the Carbine and blasted at the Hunter's exposed orange flesh. The charged beams impacted on the rough skin and blood exploded out of the wound. The Adonis shrieked in pain as he disappeared inside First Fort and Rosmee followed closely behind.
Olos Rosmee gently dropped onto the fluorescent decking of the outer defence's gravity lift. The Hunter's body lay mangled at his feet, dead. A few shocked Grunts and Jackals backed away as the ape let out a throaty laugh.
"I cannot be bested! Weak Hunter!"
Aeas Mustamee's vision was clouded and foggy. Everything ached and he felt a horrible pain around his right thigh. He tried to move but that only made the pain increase. He wondered for a few moments whether he was dead, only to hear the familiar high pitch chirps of some Grunts. But still he couldn't see a thing. Something was placed upon the Elite's forehead and Mustamee felt the piercing cold of an ice pack. His arm was injected with a serum and he got a sudden burst of energy. The haze in front of his eyes disappeared and Mustamee met the slightly concerned face of a medical Grunt. Banshees soared above battling in the battle-scarred sky and the scent of war filled his nose. Plasma flew above his head and suddenly Aeas remembered everything.
The High Guard charged his pair of plasma pistols until balls of burning energy floated an inch above their tips. A rebel Brute heaved himself onto the gold-armored Elite's step, only to have his ugly face scorched by two charged beams of plasma. The guardians had already lost at least half of the Steps of Silence and the rebel advance showed no sign of stopping. It was quite a amazing sight seeing the hundreds of rebels crawling up the massive steps. A heavy thump sounded behind the High Guard, the shots of the Hunters. The volley of plasma hit the step below the gold-armored elite, basically destroying the step. That was the main reason why Hunters weren't allowed into the Sanctum, that their guns destroyed everything they touched. They were basically walking tanks. The High Guard climbed up onto the step behind him, as the rebels furthered their advance.
The High Guard heaved himself up onto the last step, onto the wounded bay in front of the Sanctum. He winced as he heard more of his brother's cry out in pain on the steps behind him. Rebellion or no rebellion they were still his brothers and he hoped they would join him in paradise. They still had their honor. The High Guard approached the figure of a injured, scarlet-armored Elite.
"Aeas, my brother, are you still injured or are you battle-ready?" he questioned. Aeas groaned as the medical Grunt kneeling over him injected an ink-black serum into his throat.
"Always ready, my liege" he replied dryly.
"Good news. You impressed me back in the gravity lift Aeas. You showed the qualities of commander, not that I liked you fulfilling my duties. Anyway, you may be able to help me. We need reinforcements and I know how to get them. Follow me" the High Guard announced. Aeas grinned as the gold-armored Elite helped him to his feet.
Part 04 coming soon!
Note: Sorry it was a bit short, but this is all essential to the plot. Also the title refers to the battle between the Brute and the Hunter, but also the continuing battle between the rebellion and the guardians. Just thought that needed clearing up!
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