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Chapter Five:
****A Night Stroll With the Covvie****
I was really starting to hate this god-forsaken ring and what ever bloody thing that inhabited it. The night had well settled in and I was thrown back into the fray again against the Covenant after returning to Alpha Base and set with a new mission- to get Captain Keyes back from the bastards holding him. As we came near to the huge Covenant cruiser, we saw bodies strewn around everywhere on the ground near the grav-lift. The grav-lift was heavily guarded obviously by the Covenant and we were told to go up it. It was suicidal, although a platoon of those damned crazy ODST with the Chief had been told to secure the area when another platoon of normal marines came and helped kick some alien ass. Personally I thought the Master Chief was helluva soldier, and as Pvt Ranktria had said that the Covvies were going to have a hard time dealing with him, I still doubted that he would have survived the raid. Although supported by the best soldiers in a few thousand light-years, I really didn’t damn think any of them would actually make it to the grav-lift, wipe out the heavily armoured bastards and still live. So I was in for a shock when I saw the Chief still very much alive and at least ten marines still on their feet. The majority of the bodies were Covenant, painting the sand stone and dry grass an all new colour. The platoon hopped down from the Pelican, our lights from our rifles shining over the blood stained ground towards the survivors. As we neared, we saw there were wounded among the survivors and with speed, the wounded were lifted aboard the Pelican. I looked up at the purple beam and grimaced. It wasn’t going to surprise me if nobody bloody made it out of the cruiser. An invisible hand picked us up and threw us up, and Ranktria, being as smart as always gave a whoop of eagerness.
The medic prodded gently at my wound, the disgusting black burn that adorned my left hand to the elbow. The friggin grun got a lucky shot at that last rush towards our lines as Chief came. I thought of my men, all of Alpha Fire Team, the best team in Omega Company, nearly all killed. Their smiling faces, down-to-earth attitude. They were the green, mean fighting machines. But they got wasted. I was in command, Sergeant Mabuto of the squad, and although I couldn’t do anything to save Zackorvich dying in my arms nor Lieutenant “Zacky” Horlos getting blown onto the god-forsaken slope, I felt like if I was responsible for my boys and girls painful deaths. I looked at the young medic and his face, distorted by concentration and carefulness, trying not too hurt his insane patient. I described myself insane for I had taken no anaesthesia for I believed the pain would help me forget my sorrows. Well that plan obviously was screwed for I was hurtin’ like hell, my knuckles felt like if they were going to pop from being clenched to hard. I gasped in surprise as the medic accidentally sliced me with the scalpel on the burnt flesh to hard and I felt myself slipping into the darkness, away from consciousness. Just before I slipped away, I saw those empty eyes, their mouths etched in a silent scream of agony. They were like brothers to me and the bastards had killed them.
We were screwed. We flew up the dammed purple lift thing, and ended up in some god damned hangar or what ever the Covenant called them. Nobody was there in the beginning- or so I thought. An energy blade sprung to life right in front of a hell jumper and the camo Elite stuck the man like a pig, the marines squeal bounding of the walls as he was skewered. We panicked and we fired. Randomly. A private from the squad I had been transported to died under some friendly fire as we were friggin scared. The Corporal of the squad calmed us down and we directed our fire into the shimmering mass with the floating blade that had killed another two marines. Already within a minute we had sustained four casualties. This was going to be a hell of a night I had thought as we tramped through alien corridors, repainting the lavender coloured walls with red, blue, violet and after a long and disastrous battle, orange. A kid named Mendoza opened a door and we entered a chamber, the exact one which I am in right now. This was the chamber when hell broke loose and the bastards and Fire Team Zulu danced a deadly tango together.