- Pink Menace
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- Elder Mythic Member
It was a cold day near the southern base in Blood Gulch. Cortana and I were relaxing over a game of Go Fish, WHEN OUT OF NO WHERE 700 BANSHEES CAME FLYING IN!!! I GRABED MY SPARTAN LASER AND LET HELL REIGN DOWN UPON THEM. I HOPPED IN THE NEAREST WARTHOG AND TOLD CORTANA TO GET IN.
The Arbiter gazed on as the Grunts fired the yellow teardrops of plasma at the oncoming Jackals. The shields glowed red, flickered, and died. Spurts of blood and burnt flesh filled the air.
"Now!" The Arbiter roared. Out from a cave, behind the mass of Brutes, Jackals, and Drones stepped all 17 Hunters. They bellowed a deep war cry, charged their Fuel Rod Cannons, and fired.
Chunks of charred meat and armor rained from the sky. The survivors, in disarray, fired blindly about killing more friends then enemies. The ones that had realized what happened fled. Most of the Brutes and Drones got past the slow Hunters, but the Jackals, being in the front, weren't as lucky.
"Run you heretic cowards!" the Arbiter shouted.
"Yeah! Run you yellow-bellied bastards!" Johnson hollared.
Just then they heard a deep rumbling noise from far off in the canyon. The Arbiter gazed ahead at the barren red cliff walls. It came again, this time much louder. He saw the glint of chrome armor plating-
It was a Scarab.
"Retreat! Take cover!" The Arbiter commanded. Johnson stood unscathed by the Arbiter. The small Grunts squealed in fright as they tried to escape. The Scarab was now in full view, and it's main cannon began to charge.
"Get down!" The Arbiter shouted. White plasma shot through the air and impacted their small fortress. It instantly boiled away at anything within a 20 meter radius of it. Screams of Grunts and Elites could be heard as the heat penetrated their sheilds and armor. The Arbiter had been far enough away to have only his sheilds depleted, but he knew he wouldnt make it out of this one alive.
"Human, have you sistained any injuries?"
"Nothin' worth cryin over." Johnson replied. They stared up at the Scarab, the metallic sound of it charging its main gun ringing in their ears. But wait- this wasn't the Scarabs gun. Johnson looked into the pale blue sky and saw five teardrop shaped fighters closing in.
"Well I'll be damned..." The Sergent muttered "Never thought I'd be glad to see those!"
"Seraphs!" A Grunt shouted, giddy with the thought that he may yet survive.
"They didn't forget..." The Arbiter whispered. He looked again at the Scarab, whos main cannon was now aimed at Seraphs. It began charging, but too late. The Seraphs opened fire on the Scarab. White plasma blossomed over the surface of the insect-like war machine, boiled its armor, and crippled it. The Scarab went down, two of its "legs" having been destroyed. The main cannon seperated from the rest of the vehicle. The plasma, now having no magnetic coils to control it, expanded harmlesly into nothing more then air.
"Hurray!" The Grunts screamed.
The Arbiter heard a faint static coming from his COMM, then audible speech. It was from the Flagship. "Arbiter. I am glad to see you are unharmed. I am truely sorry for the time this has taken, but we were occupied in a battle. I have sent ten Phantoms to provide transport for you. I have matters I must discuss with you in person."
[Edited on 12/12/2004 6:55:36 PM]