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On A Pale Horse: Two Cruisers
Posted By: Silent Hunter<SilentHunter18509@yahoo.com>
Date: 23 June 2003, 5:32 PM
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Note from the author: Sorry for taking so long, but I kept switching back and forth about what I was going to do…so…ah, who cares, just read…
-The Esteem-
1739 Hours, September 17, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
Covenant Cruiser Esteem, Earth Solar System, in orbit around Earth
An Elite passed through the medical facility of the cruiser. It wore a suit of gold armor. It had bullet holes, and scratches all over it. As the Elite observed his injured allies, it began to remember the hell of the human world…the one they called Reach. He would never forget the humans that he saw there. He knew that these were no ordinary humans. They were fully dressed in emerald green armor, they had near-perfect aim with their weapons, they had enormous strength that almost exceeded his own, and they had shields similar to the one built in to his body armor. They had put him and his comrades through a living hell. Just thinking about them put a chill up his spine. A black elite walked up to him.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but…he is dead…" The Gold Elite walked past him, and up to another Elite, who was lying down, and not moving. It was missing an arm and a leg. He got on one knee, and lowered his head. For the first time in his life he felt truly angry.
"Brother…I swear, on your honor I will destroy any of those unholy beasts that may still be alive…They will burn in hell for what they have done to you…" He thought back to Reach. When one of the green humans aimed its weapon at his brother, whose shields were depleted. Bullets tore through his body, and he fell to the ground, dying.
He stood up, and pushed that memory out of his mind. He walked out of the room, and to the bridge of the cruiser. He walked up to a grunt. "What's our status?" He asked in a bitter tone.
"Sir! 2 kills, and we have damaged 2 more…so far, no damage to the ship." It grunt said in a squeaky voice. Just then, 2 explosions rocked the entire ship.
"WE HAVE BEEN HIT!!!" another grunt screamed
"I'M LOSING CONTROL, WE'RE GOING DOWN!!!" a elite shouted
1747 Hours, September 17, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
Covenant Cruiser Reverence, Earth Solar System, in orbit around Earth
John threw the grenade, and dove into to the floor. He took his plasma pistol out, charged it, and fired it at an elite. He then dropped the spent weapon, and switched back to his Battle Rifle. He zoomed in, aimed at the elite's head, and shot 3 times. John activated another grenade, and hurled it at another elite. John dove to the ground, barely dodging a Rod-Gun shot. John stood up, slung his Battle Rifle over his shoulder, charged towards the same elite, and stuck his arm out. It's face made contact with his arm, and it's feet left the ground. It did a full back-flip before landing. Its shields were still activated, but the elite was out cold.
Another 2 Rod-Gun shots just flew by the Chief's head. He noticed the spike in heat. Then a Brute started running towards John. He pulled his Battle Rifle over his shoulder, and aimed it at the charging Brute. He unloaded the clip on it, but it just kept coming. Just before it got to him, it collapsed as it's internal organs spilled onto the ground. John took his machete off of his belt, and threw it at another Brute. It hit the Brute square in the neck. It made a gurgling moan as it fell to the ground. John jumped as high as he could to dodge another Rod-Gun shot. The three remaining Elites fired streams of plasma at John. The alarm in his helmet signaled that his shield was depleted. He dove under the circular platform. His shields were not even at 50% when the Elites started firing under it. He rolled out, and aimed his Battle Rifle at an elite, and unloaded another clip into it. It's shields died, and it was bleeding, but it wasn't enough to kill it. He reloaded, and continued firing at the same elite, who was charging. It slammed its weapon into John, and his shields died. He slammed his own weapon into its skull, and it fell onto the floor. John threw two fragmentation grenades to either side of the remaining Elites. One was caught in the blast. It had an arm and a leg blown off. John finished it off with his Battle Rifle.
Then, a Hunter exploded. Then 20 ODSTs stormed the room. 5 were carrying SPNKr Rocket Launchers, 7 with SMG's, and 8 with Battle Rifles. The Whole Room became lit with tracer fire, plasma, and explosions. After 30 seconds, no Covenant warriors were left, and 13 ODSTs were standing, 4 wounded, and the rest dead. John let out a sigh of relief. He noticed several medics running into the room. He took the canteen off of his belt, and drank a mouthful, and put it back. He then heard Cortana's voice in his helmet
"Uh, Chief …" He walked up to Cortana's holo-image.
"what?"
"We have a problem..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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