- Sergeant Murph
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- Noble Legendary Member
Chapter 8
Reunion
"Defend this battle station at all costs! More importanly, defend Last Resort!" yelled the Captain, running back out into the large room, sprinting for the nearest Battle Rifle.
From outside the entrance, I could hear solid thudding noises, probably footsteps, coming closer and closer to our position. I ran outside the bomb room, drawing Kovalee's energy sword from my belt, ready to pouce if I met its owner again.
A familiar voice could be heard throughout the room, echoing off the walls.
"Please! We mean no harm!" it yelled. I knew I had heard it recently, but couldn't place it. Nineteen Marines jumped to the scene, looking around for the Elite who had been pleading with them.
"Lower your weapons! We mean no harm!" he yelled again. The door opened, but no one was there.
"Marines, lock all the doors. It's invisible!" yelled the Captain, looking for shimmers in the air.
Seconds later, the small metal door closed. Everyone in the room held their breath, waiting for something to pop out of the air and start shooting.
"Guns at the ready!" yelled the Captain.
Suddenly, I was kicked in the ankle, causing me to colapse backward, losing the sword.An Elite held a Plasma Rifle to my head.
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Betrayed. Decieved. Cheated.
That was all Kovalee could think about on board the Phantom, filled from wall to wall with dead Brutes. Since he had attacked, it had been on Auto-Pilot. The Brutes were most likely scanning the ring, not looking any place in particular, for Elites, hoping to wipe them out, as the Prophets had ordered them.
Kovalee took control of the Phantom, flying around, bored. What was he to do now? He had no idea where Solonee was, he was probably wanted, and he couldn't return to High Charity. To him, there were two paths to take: one was to abandon the war, and return to Sanghelios, and the other, to kill himself, taking everyone else down with him. How to do this, though, he did not know.
But what? What could he do to kill all them all? One by one would take far too long, although he was confident that he could do it. Then it hit him. Since the beggining of the conflict, rumors had been going around that the Humans possesed a bomb that could wipe out three fourths of the Covenant.
"It must be on this ring," he muttered to himself. He had flown quite a long time now. The landscape of Halo was a sight to see, with all the ancient Forerunner ruins and waterfalls, and of course, the mountains. If there was ever a place that he would arm that bomb, it would be the mountains, simply because he enjoyed looking down on the world below, looking back at the past, and forward into the future.
Then, all the calm and serenity was sucked out of him as he returned to his violent, merciless state. Thoughts of death and killing invaded his mind. Soon he would pull the trigger on the end of the universe, born as a god, and dying as one.
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I didn't move an inch, afraid to be mistaken and shot to death. I tried my best to glimpse up at the attacker, but couldn't.
"Listen, or I kill him," said the Elite, sounding somewhat annoyed after being assumed as a killer.
It finally came back to me. The voice was that of the Special Operations Officer that had brought me to the armory that day, then sent me a message, saying that I wouldn't escape.
Half of them dropped their guns, half took aim, ready to fire on the Captains command.
"Call them off, or he dies!" yelled the Officer.
"At ease," said the Captain, although he never took his finger off the trigger of his Battle Rifle.
"Thank you. We are not here to hurt you, but to aid you," he said.
The Captain raised his eyebrows so high I thought they were going to slip of his head.
" We? You mean to tell me you brought more than one person into my station?" said the Captain, ignoring the part about helping them.
Despite the Captain's question, the Officer continued. Seconds later, seven SpecOps Elites appeared behind him, all staring back at the nineteen Marines.
"On the way back to our ship, we were attacked by a pack of Brutes. Six Elites, and all of our Grunts were lost,"
"I couldn't care less," said the Captain.
"I'm not finished. We got information out of one of them. Our race is no longer part of the Covenant, and we are being hunted down,"
The Captain was still unimpressed. Although the Officer had taken his gun off me moments ago, I still layed on the floor, just to be sure.
The Captain looked like he was about order his Marines to kill them all, when the Officer got one more statement in.
"We wish to aid you. We shall be your pawns. We shall sacrifice our lives for you. Anything is better than fighting alone,"
Everyone waited for the Captains orders. His pale face looked blank, as if he were confused.
"I don't think so," he said, raising the Battle Rifle.
"And I think that decision is Bullcrap!" yelled yet another voice, entering from the accessible side of the locked door.
Sergeant Major William Anderson, entered the room, followed by Private Joseph J. Burns.
Gasps came from the Marines. I rose to my feet, unable to stand correctly with the rush of happiness flowing through my body.
Anderson walked straight over to the Captain, coming so close that he had to back up a step to avoid being knocked on his back.
"These people are offering you their valuable skills, and you turn it away? That's said, Conners,"
Conners was speechless, looking around the room, hoping to find an excuse to why they could not join their side.
"Well... They're the race that we've been fighting..."
"Yes, and Sol is not an Elite, he's a human that got surgery so he could have four lips," snapped Anderson, angered at Conner's racist excuse.
After that, Conners put up no argument. Anderson was in charge now.
"We'd be glad to have you on the squad..."
"Zanakee. Rymn Zanakee," said the Officer.
"Right. Another double 'e' fellow. Good to have you here,"
There was an awkward silence. No one knew what to do. Twenty- two Humans, nine Sangheili, and one bomb, that still scared me, even from this room.
"Well, I guess we'd better get going. We'll take four elites, you guys take five. Call us if you need us," said Anderson, exiting the giant room made only of weapons, followed by the rest of our squad.
I hesitated for a moment, looking back at the room that held the bomb. Something told me the worst was yet to come.
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A tiny Human outpost came into view from the front of the Phantom. Perfect. It looked like there were only four soldiers in the entire outpost. Even better.
The Phantom was under light fire from the one turret that stood in front of the small metal, circular base.
Kovalee could have taken them all down with the gun attached to the Phantom, but it was more fun this way.
He descended down onto a grassy plain beside the base, and drew his energy sword.
"Stand your ground! Theres only one!" yelled a soldier, firing a Magnum at the Ultra headed toward them, slowly, steadily,
deadly.
With each step, he advanced faster and faster toward the base, until he was finally in a full out sprint, and came within range of the Humans.
Kovalee swung the sword wildly, striking two Humans closest to him, each going down like bowling pins.
The one on the turret fired wildly at him for almost four seconds.
"Damn, this thing won't die!" he yelled. Kovalee heaved the Plasma Grenade he had been keeping on his belt directly onto the turret. The Human tried to get off, but wasn't quick enough, and was taken by the explosion.
Finally, the last had been firing an SMG at him, hoping silence the Ultra. But nothing seemed to work. As the brave soldier held his ground, Kovalee approached him, swiping the enry sword from low to high, breaking the weapon in half.
The Human was horrified by the broken SMG, and turned around, attempting to escape, only to trip and fall.
This was the chance.
Kovalee picked him up and held him against the metal base, the blade pointed at his face.
"I want to know one thing. Where is the bomb you scumbags have been hiding?" asked Kovalee, getting straigh to the point. The Marine looked frightened by this question, as if he wasn't going to tell, as if he couldn't tell.
"I don't know," he bellowed, not moving his mouth in fear of skimming the blade
Kovalee knocked him against the wall, then picked him up again, this time letting the very tip of the blade skim across his chest.
The Marine screamed in pain, his face turning bright red, holding back tears. There was nothing worse then being struck by an energy sword and living.
"Okay, Okay! I'll tell you where it is, but please, please don't do that again!" he screamed, ashamed of himself.
Kovalee laughed a laugh that could only come from a figure of pure evil, amused by the screaming Marine.
The destruction of the Human race, the Covenant, and all others would soon be in his hands.
End Transmission
Again, that chapter was another thing we'll need for the Finale, so plz dont be mad because there wasnt much action. Believe me, you'll get plenty in the Finale, which is only two chapters away!
[Edited on 08.05.2008 5:48 AM PDT]