- Sergeant Murph
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- Noble Legendary Member
Chapter 10
Fashionably Late
An entire wall of Covenant weapons were right infront of me, each of them having there own respective skill. My choice came down to Plasma Rifles, or an Energy Sword. I didn't know which to pick, because even though the sword was more powerful, getting close to Kovalee could be fatal.
I chose the sword anyway.
I was about to unhinge one of them, when I noticed the tag on one specific handle was different from the others, that simply read Energy Sword. I drew closer and squinted at the small print.
Type 1 Custom Battle Blade.
Battle Blade is easier to maneuver than it's Energy Sword counterpart, although does not do as much damage. Perfect for those who struggle with the original.
It was as if my dreams were unleashed into reality. I snatched the handle off the rack, and pressed the button, which unleashed a burst of red plasma, rather than blue. It shined of the color of Human blood, and kept the same shape as an Energy Sword.
Happy with my weapon, I proceeded to the other side of the room, towards the door, when something caught my eye on the left. There was Gold Elite armor, probably stolen from a dead Zealot, with a red Eagle on the front, and under it, were the initials UNSC.
A quick makeover wouldn't hurt.
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All was going as planned. The remainder of the Humans were following me up the small mountain in there pathetic little vehicles, where he would finally end their lives. The bomb looked like the gateway to heaven right now, sitting behind him, awaiting it's arming.
All that was left was to arm the bomb, and make sure the Humans didn't disarm it, ruining everything. Kovalee laughed in triumph. He never imagined suicide feeling so good.
Four Phantoms were appearing from the other side of the mountain. Elites or Brutes? No matter. Either way, they would help in holding off the Humans, not knowing that they would only have twenty minutes to live.
Kovalee landed the Phantom on the peak, only about one hundred feet from the ground, but it would do.
He got out of the cockpit, made his way over to the bomb, pressed the switch up, activating the plasma within the bomb, just as a Plasma Grenade worked. It made a loud beeping noise, and then a small burst of plasma, which Kovalee narrowly avoided, annoyed. There were still several detonations, growing in size, until the final one killed everyone within fifty three miles.
Zens Kovalee drew his Energy Sword as he exited the dropship out of a side door. Four Warthogs came up the mountain, followed by almost twenty soldiers. There was no sign of Solonee.
Kovalee gave a loud battle cry, and set his feet, ready to slash anything that got in the way of his plans.
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Anderson drove straight at Kovalee, determined to end the battle before it started. When the Warhog came within three feet of the ultra, he rolled to the side, then slashed the top left wheel, causing Anderson to slide out of control, tipping the Warthog over. His two passengers got out and rushed to help him. One was Burns, one was Parker, the one that hated Sol.
"Sir, are you alright?" asked Burns, helping him to his feet.
Anderson looked annoyed. "Yes, I'm fine! Now quit stalling and go kill that thing with the sword!"
Burns nodded, and drew his Battle Rifle, shooting fiercly at Kovalee's general direction, but not hitting the mark once. He ducked behind the Warthog every now and then for cover.
"What the hell are you doing?" asked Anderson after repeatedly firing a Shotgun wildly from long range.
"Taking cover,"
"From what? Is he gonna shoot us with the sword or something? Get up,"
Only moments after he finished, four red plasma bursts hit the Warthog, sliding away from Burns, leaving him in the open.
Anderson looked up at four Phantoms, Brutes already piling down the Gravity Lift.
"Changed my mind. Go find us a nice big rock, Burns,"
"Yes sir,"
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Private Ryan Parker took a knee, about fifteen feet away from Kovalee's position, where he was guarding the ship, unamused by all the action going on, all the shots being fired. He looked like he wanted to be charged, just so he didn't have to move.
Parker pointed two SMGs at Kovalee, making sure to aim for his skull. He had no problem fighting Elites, mostly because it was out of revenge, not defense.
He pulled the trigger, unleashing numerous shots at Kovalee's head, who was facing the other way before the attack. He turned to his attacker, fury in his eyes. The Energy Sword seemed to give him an even more angry look as he took several long strides toward Parker.
Holding his ground, he continued to fire unrewardingly at the Ultra, until finally it came so close that he had to stop, in fear of being cut in half. He backed up a step, but not much. He felt tall, even though Kovalee towered over him, standing at seven foot six.
Kovalee grabbed Parker's right fist, shaking the gun out of his hand, then using his blade to cut the other in half. He laughed as he kicked a defensless Parker flat on his back. He slightly titled the sword back, then guided it all the way down to his chest. Kovalee felt an urge of pride, followed by anger. The Heretic himself, wearing a new, gold armor, stood on Parker's left side, a red Energy Sword in hand, blocking Kovalee's blade only inches from the unarmed Marine's chest.
From that moment that they looked into each others eyes, rage filled both their hearts. Both of them pushed hard on the others swords, but neither pulled away, in fear of being an open target.
Only seconds of the locking had passed when yet another blade came flailing at Kovalee, who ducked and rolled away just in time. Rymn Zanakee stood beside Sol and Parker.
"Nice view, isn't it, Zens?"
End Transmission
[Edited on 08.08.2008 1:33 PM PDT]