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A Series of Wierd Events, Part Six
Posted By: Hunter_Killer<jlp8118@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 22 September 2003, 11:16 AM
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It JUST WON'T WORK!!!(My watch's Time)
Inside Halo: Combat Evolved.
AoTCR
Elfster yelled, and shot once. The bullet whizzed by. The Elite roared, and charged me. It seemed like slow motion. I raised my SR, and let loose a full clip. One of them hit it, and the Elite materialized right in front of me.
The shields on it flickered. I clubbed it with my SR, and the shields dropped.
Elfster and Alpha Charged. The Elite raised the Sword. He brought it down, and it was 2 Inches from my skull.
A sniper round hit the sword, and it de-stabilized. The Elite fell to the ground. I wasted only the fraction of a second it takes to pull a trigger, and I was splattered in Elite guts.
"Class dismissed," I whooped, triumphantly. I again boarded my Hog.
Nosolee and a Sniper Marine were there.
"I'm going after the prize," I yelled to the 50 other Humans, "Cover us."
Elfster and Frensa exchanged looks, as if to say; Cover Him?!?!?!?!!? AGAINST ALL THAT!!?!?!?!. I stepped on the gas, and snow smooshed under the tires as the LRV shot off.
The Tanks took several seconds, as the ground troops screamed for support, as they were being sliced through by Humans. 5 Other Hogs trailed right behind us, in a loose V Formation, with us at the lead. The Wraiths were now drawing beads and firing on us. "Enemies!" A grunt yelled, and then I made it road-kill. Nosolee swiveled his LAAG back, and fired on the enemy tanks.
A flaming wraith exploded in a mosaic of yellows, purples, grays, whites, and reds. "Yah!" Said a Sniper Marine, "Class is now in session!"
A plasma mortar hit our hog, dead on. Nosolee and a badly mangled Marine were thrown free, and I was hurled into Nosolee.
The hog, now in midair, exploded, sending debris crashing down on us.
I was hit by the barrel of the tri-pod mounded gun, and said, "That's bad news."
I helped Elfster up. A Warthog was flipping in midair, and it arrived right up to us, obviously hit. I looked back, to find Two Marine's and Walker's bodies on the ground.
"Thanks," I said, and we boarded.
I heard Walker groan, and I drove to him. With all his strength, he managed to make it to the Passengers' Seat.
I slammed the petal down, and the Hog sped forward with gusto.
I noticed me and the other 5 Hogs that were left weren't under Tank Fire any more. We were out of range! Finally, some good news.
What's more, we were almost to the Pyramid thingy.
The Humans unloaded, and began the climb up. At several points, we faced grueling battles against those damn Covenant, but we finally made it to the top.
We approached the door.
The Marines were all dead, leaving us with: Elfster, Frensa, Walker, GLAD, Agent Shade, Mainevent, and Tinmad! In our little party. The rest were at the bridge.
"I don't think I need to tell you to get ready. We will fight the Covenant inside, then retrieve Louis and the Index, and then we'll escape this game any way possible. At any cost. Is that understood?"
It surprised, yet delighted me, to hear them all yell, "Sir, yes Sir!" At once. I had become their Sarge.
They all aimed their weapons at the door. Some of them crouched, and they all spread out. I took out my AR(I, among few, like this weapon; besides, this was close quarters battle here), and walked up to the holo-panel.
Somehow, I pressed the right buttons, and the door slid open.
It revealed... NOTHING!? "What the fuck..." Frensa's voice trailed off.
"Stay sharp! I KNOW there's enemies here." My voice had a resounding air of authority. We quickly entered the first room, and secured the area.
We were about to open the 2nd door, when the familiar Worp! Worp! Worp! Of Elites came to my ears.
Several Plasma Grenades landed at our feet. We all dove away, as the Grenades went off. Plasma bolts materialized and slashed through the air over us.
"Stealth Elites!" Elfster was panicking now.
I rolled on my back, and raised my rifle. I let loose several bursts. No luck.
We all stood, and fired, whilst dodging Plasma.
Finally, an Elite appeared from my bullets. And so, we whittled down the enemy. Every time someone yelled: "There! There's one!", we would all line it with lead.
After several minutes of tedious battle, the last Elite fell. We must've had more luck than I assumed, for the only person that was hit was Elfster, a glancing blow by Plasma to his cheek. That had done almost no damage.
We encountered no Covenant as we breached the doors, one by one.
Finally, we came to the Control Center. As we entered, a Hunter noticed us.
We all were about to fire, when it said, in perfect English, "Don't shoot! It's me, Frogblast!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
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