- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
This is a teaser chapter of my upcoming fanfic. It may or may not be in the final story. Enjoy!
Seventh Cycle, Forty-nine Units, (Covenant Military Calender), Step of Humility, Ninth Age of Reclamation, aboard abandoned Forerunner facility, orbiting Threshold.
As soon as he heard the radio calls of the Heretics being slaughtered by the Covenant SpecOps team, Takap the Unngoy knew the base had gone. They had been discovered.
In a frantic need to survive, and well aware that the Covenant soldiers would be moving towards the hanger and launch bays, the Unngoy moved towards the less used secondary hanger, where his personal Archangel was located. Being of an unusually high rank for a Grunt, he was allowed free reign as the Sangheili rushed past wielding any weapons they could find. He was about to approach the hanger doors when, with a sickening jolt, the entire station was cut loose from the orbiting anchor and plummeted towards the giant storm on Threshold.
Takap keened in surprise and fear as he was jerked off his feat roughly, to land on the floor. Worse news awaited him; several Covenant troops rounded the corner and opened fire with plasma pistols and rifles. The superheated energy melted sizzling holes in the eons old Forerunner metal. Takap ducked, weaved and dodged, activated the door controls and ran to the Archangel as fast as his small legs could take him.
Once inside, he quickly activated the secondary guns and rounded on the Covenant forces. Blue pulse lasers neatly dissected Unngoy and Sangheili alike. Nearby though, a Covenant Phantom was approaching the hanger bay. He would need to be fast.
The Archangel roared out of the launch bay at just under MACH 1, spun sideways and launched it’s primary weapons at the Phantom. Twin tongues of plasma launched from his Seraph and gracefully curled towards the dropship. The slow, bulky Phantom tried to dodge, missed and fell towards Threshold in a ball of fire.
[Edited on 12/20/2004 12:18:04 AM]