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On A Pale Horse: Assault
Posted By: Silent Hunter<silenthunter18509@yahoo.com>
Date: 27 November 2003, 12:06 AM
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Note from the author: Hehe, looks like my two-month long writers block is no more...
0027 Hours, December 23, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
On the Surface of the Covenant World
"Chief...the object seems to have gone into that building..." said Cortana.
"Perfect..." John said with a sigh. He got off of the vehicle, and walked towards the building. He kept his Battle Rifle aimed at the giant blast door. He placed 20 pounds of C-12 on the front. He backed about 200 meters away, and crouched behind a wall. He was bewildered by the surprisingly low amount of resistance he has had to face so far. He pushed the detonator, and a massive explosion rocked the area. He was knocked off of his feet. He picked himself up, and looked at the door. Even with the massive explosion, only a small hole was blown in the door. He approached it, and he figured he might be able to squeeze in.
He thought about the Spartans. He had them be evacuated while he pursued the prophet. None of them wanted to go, but John knew better. He knew that the likelihood of anyone surviving this mission was very low. He also knew that if no one gave pursuit quickly that there would be no chance of capturing a prophet. So he went alone. Hopefully, he could hold out until the UNSC could arrive with better weapons and reinforcements.
He Climbed through the meter wide hole, and looked around. There were 5 doors, each with a symbol on it. He walked to the center door, and pushed a button on it. It flew open, revealing several grunts waiting for him. He quickly brought up his Battle Rifle, and unloaded. He took several shots, but his shields protected him. Once the last grunt fell to the ground, he reloaded the gun, and proceeded forward. After 60 seconds, an elite dove down through a hole in the ceiling. It was in white armor, and had an activated energy blade.
John fired several shots, but the elite dodged them, and pulled out something like an energy shuriken. It threw it at John. He dodged it, and the shuriken cut threw the wall. He Fired several rounds at the elite, and amazingly, the elite blocked them with his sword. John pulled his shotgun over his shoulder, and aimed. "Block this!" He said in a low voice. He pulled the trigger. The elite jumped, and grabbed a pipe 3 meters above the floor. He fired another shot, and it pushed off the pipe, and hit the ground, and its shields were activated. "Cortana, what do I got to do to kill this thing?" The Chief asked.
"DUCK!" Shouted Cortana as the elite swung his sword at the Chief. John dove to the ground, and jumped to his feet. He Put out several more shotgun shells. Each one missing, or doing minimal damage. He activated a plasma grenade, and threw it. The elite dodged this one as well.
"Shit..." John got his Battle Rifle out, and he pulled the trigger. Every shot missed as the elite gracefully dodged them. John backpedaled and picked up a needler from a fallen grunt. He activated a plasma grenade, threw it, and unloaded a full clip of needler rounds at the elite. It dodged the plasma grenade, and some needler rounds, but the majority hit the elite. It erupted in a purple explosion. It hit the ground. Miraculously it was still breathing. He put of its misery by pumping several Battle Rifle rounds into it.
John proceeded down the hall. He came up to a door. He pushed a button. Inside this door was A patrol of Jackals. He threw in a fragmentation grenade, and it killed them all before they even knew what was going on. John proceeded down the hallway with caution. He thought he heard something. He shot out all the lights, and everything was enveloped in blackness. He switched to thermal imaging. Everything was still freezing, but not as bad as outside. He could barely make out the walls and the floor. He proceeded down the hall. He saw three Brutes, bewildered at the sudden loss of light.
John could hear them talking to each other. One was away from the other two, with his back turned to John. Perfect, he thought. He pulled his machete out, and slowly approached the Brute. In a blink of an eye, John grabbed its forehead, and slit its throat. It made a sick noise, and fell to the floor. The other two brutes turned their attention to the fallen brute. They approached it, and one tripped over its dead body. John threw a fragmentation grenade at the fallen Brute. It exploded, killing both brutes. John continued down the dark hall. Then He came to a strange door. It had symbols painted all over it. He pushed the button, and the door flew open...
0056 Hours, December 23, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
Covenant Political Building, On the surface of Covenant World
"My lord, they have broken in. We must get you to safety."
"You...you have fought these warriors before, yes?"
"Yes my lord, I am aware of their battle techniques."
"You must hold them off, at least until reinforcements arrive."
"As long as I am still breathing, I vow to never let them past me..."
"May fate be with you...Good bye..." The Prophet left the room. Now Loma was alone. He heard some activity behind a door on the opposite side of the room...He activated two energy short-swords, one in each hand, and awaited whatever lay behind the door. He gripped the swords hard...and as the door opened, he almost broke them...
0058 Hours, December 23, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
Covenant Political Building, On the surface of Covenant World
John quickly aimed his Battle Rifle at the Elite. He fired two rounds. It quickly rolled to the right, and charged the Chief, it swung one sword at him, but John dodged it. He did a backflip to avoid a low sword thrust. He pushed off of the ground, and landed on his feet. He dropped the Battle Rifle, and took out his SMG. He Unloaded on the elite, it's shields protecting it from the low caliber bullets. It thrusted both swords at John One almost hit him, as his shields activated. He swung his SMG at the elite, and made contact with its arm. It dropped one of its swords. It dropkicked John in response, knocking him to the ground. He couldn't recover in time before the elite got up, and held its sword at John's neck...
It was about to plunge it into John, when its head exploded. The sword deactivated, and the elite fell backwards. John picked himself up, and examined the dead elite. "Cortana. What the hell just happened?"
"I knew you'd need some help, John..." A shadowy figure in the hall said.
John and Cortana both said at the same time, "Who the hell are you?" Then it stepped into the light. It was a fellow Spartan, Miranda-227, and she was holding a sniper rifle.
"And you thought you could do it alone..."
"I thought I told you to hang back, and help the wounded."
"Yeah, well, I had a gut feeling that I should go with you..."
"Last I checked, I outrank your gut...You violated a direct order...thanks..."
"Anytime..."
"Hate to interrupt your little chat, but I think we still have a mission here..." Cortana said.
"She's right...let's end this war, shall we? Miranda said.
"Chief, I've just got word from the Atlantic...they're sending in reinforcements ETA 10 minutes...
"Good...we'll wait here until they get here..."
TO BE CONTINUED
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