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- Exalted Mythic Member
Simyaldee turned his attention toward Domadree. The combat form screamed and charge. The elite warrior lowered his posture and exploded forward. The parasite lashed out with its blade and Simyaldee raised his energy blade in defense. The two weapons collided and Simyaldee pulled his twin blades downward, stabbing the points into Domadree’s wrists. The speed and power was so great that the Mirratord shields weakened and faded. The combat form shrieked as the blades tore through its wrist and hands. Domadree’s combat form jumped backward, away from Simyaldee, ripping its own arms off. As the combat form began to descend toward the ground, Simyaldee sprinted toward the creature and gracefully raised his blade through Domadree’s head. With his other blade, Simyaldee followed through with a stabbing motion and his blade cut through Domadree’s chest and popped the infection form on his back. The body crumbled to the ground and Simyaldee ran toward the Tram station without concern.
Gridolee gazed at the Mirratord second with a gapping mouth. He had struggled to land one blow on the combat form but Simyaldee had beaten it with little difficulty.
Simyaldee approached Gridolee, “Form up the reaming warriors and press the parasites back. My team will cut them down from the rear.” Simyaldee said nothing more. He simply turned and ran back into the overwhelming mass of flood forms.
“How can he be so skilled? He should be amongst the honored, yet is he a simple warrior like myself” Gridolee thought that he was speaking to himself, but his words were overheard by Eric.
“Attack! Take back the front line!” Eric screamed to the marines and elites at his side. The doors to the tram station parted and a typhoon of warriors raced into the battlefield, including the Black Ops. Gridolee turned as they passed him by. He prepared to join them but Eric grabbed his shoulder.
“Was that Lieutenant Simyaldee?”
“Yes, he is the Mirratord Second. You’ve met him before.”
“All those special operation elites look the same. But I did see the purple bar on his shoulder. So he’s second in command of the Mirratord?” Even while they talked, Eric never took his eyes off the battle in front of him. Without Domadree’s combat form leading them, the flood were being slaughtered by the overwhelming number of elites and marines.
“Yes, and I still have much to learn before I could ever reach his level. His speed, grace and power are unlike anything I have ever seen. I have much to dwell on.” Gridolee lowered his head, almost as if he was sad, but he quickly snapped up his twin blades and charged into the battle.
Eric lifted his M90 to shoulder level and waited for more of the flood to break through, but in the distance he heard an explosion. He then saw the smoldering blue flames of wraith tanks.
He turned to the second line marine holding a Jackhammer RPG, “Bout damn time, marine!”
“It wasn’t me, sarge. They weren’t in range of my sights yet.” The marine was as dumbfounded as Eric.
“Must have been more Mirratord support.” Eric thought.
The battle was coming to an end around the Tram station, as the flood were slowly being decimated by the combination of human and elite forces. Eric turned as Palab stepped out of the station and surveyed the battle.
“We took back the front lines, thanks to Simyaldee.”
“Simyaldee here?” Palab questioned with an excited tone. He looked around the area, scanning excitedly as he attempted to find his leader. Palab was eager to fight by his side again.
“He and seven other warriors dropped in behind the enemy lines and disrupted their advance. He’s out there fighting with the others.”
“Why you not go?” Palab questioned.
“Someone has to make sure none of the infection forms slip past.” Eric chuckled. He then looked over his shoulder and gazed through the doors of the tram station. As he instructed, Wesley and Rose were still together and avoiding combat. With them were five grunts and two young elites in blue armor. He didn’t want them to get in the way of his Black Ops or the aggressive nature of the elites during combat. Wesley was an extremely skilled sniper and his usefulness on the field would have been useful, but someone needed to watch over Rose. She had fought enough, Eric thought, and he was going to do his best to keep her out of any more conflicts.
“Me go assist Simyaldee and troops.” Palab stated as he motioned to run out into the battle, but Eric grabbed his methane tank and held him at bay. Palab snarled and turned around feverishly quick, as if he was ready to fight.
Eric stepped away slightly and frowned back at Palab, ”Calm down! I just don’ think it’s a good idea for you to go out there. You’re in command, so you need to gather some officers and start making orders, not running into battle. You’re not just a grunt anymore, Sergeant. You’re a leader. Start leading, and fight only when you have to.” Palab huffed as he sat down at Eric’s feet. None of the elites, not even Simyaldee or his elite friend Belmaeda had ever told him so simply how to be a leader. He had always assumed that he had to lead by example and rush out into combat, but the human was right. It would serve his kin no good if he were wounded in a battle that had already been won. Fighting beside Simyaldee would have to wait for another battle.
“Me understand. You take team and destroy flood bodies within defense perimeter.”
“Understood.” Eric replied as he turned and walked into the Tram station.
Ahead of Eric, toward the rear of the center of the overpopulated Tram station, Wesley sat with his battle riffle resting between his legs. He would have preferred a sniper rifle, but using the long and heavy rifle to baby sit Rose was pointless. Rose sat a few feet away from him, leaning against a wall, and was surrounded by five sleeping grunts. She thumbed the safety of her magnum as she blankly stared at the floor. Wesley was glad that he wasn’t outside fighting those monsters, but he was growing angry that he was stuck with Rose again. She had been ignoring him ever since they landed on the elite’s home world, and every time he approached her she only spoke in short none-conversational statements. Wesley was angry, and he couldn’t fully understand why.
With every glance at Rose he felt a warm fluster of emotions swell within him. He hated being close to her, the sight of her, and even her numerous sighs were irritating him. He wanted to get away from her, to maker her feel as dejected as he was feeling. Wesley looked away from Rose and the heavy thump of human combat boots caught his ears. He looked up as Eric walked up to him and stood to his feet. Wesley saluted loosely at Eric and was relieved that he could pull his mind off of Rose.
Eric nodded softly at Wesley, “Gear up and wake up the grunts. You, Rose, the two elites and the grunts are on clean up patrol.”
Wesley groaned inwardly as he looked at Rose stand to her feet, “Sir, not a good idea. Leave her in here with the grunts. Me and the elites can do this.” Rose approached Eric and Wesley and quickly smiled happily at Eric. She had not heard the conversation.
“Do I call you 19 or Sarge, now?” Rose laughed.
“I’d rather not have her in my teams anymore, Sir.” Wesley sharply barked after Rose’s untimely question.
Rose faced Wesley and gazed at him quizzically as she attempted to fathom what brought on the sudden change of mood.
Eric huffed at Wesley’s words, “Fist off, keep your emotions in check. Second, I told you in Mombasa that you are to stick with her at all times. Unless I give you a different set of orders you best not forget that.”
“Sir, no Sir. Considering our situation, I believe your earlier orders are…” A clean right hook caught Wesley across the jaw as Eric brought the young man to his knees. Wesley’s eyes quickly began to tear as he held his jaw. Eric gripped him by the collar and pulled Wesley away from the two Elites. Rose watched in shock, not knowing how to respond.
Eric pulled Wesley close to him and whispered in his ear, “If you ever question my orders in front of the elites again, you’ll have more then my fist to worry about. Do you get me Private?”
Shocked and in pain, Wesley simply nodded a sobbing yes.
Through gritted teeth Eric fumed, “If you want to live through this war, and if you ever want a chance to be with Rose again, you will not question any orders I give you. Hate me, curse me, and smile when I die, but do not disobey my orders. Now you get over there, check Rose’s gear, form up your team and start your patrol outside, Private!”