- LIL Smurf DOGG
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Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.
<//:_PART FIVE_"EVACUATION"// LOCATION - REBEL MILITAR BASE - HARVEST_ YEAR 2561
Leon looked at the Datapad, and coudln't believe it. Spartans. Enemy Spartans.
"This isn't good..." He said. Brandon shook his head. Delilah heard footsteps, she leveld her Battle Rifle, and winked her light red. The Spartan's leveled their weapons, too.
Az'Tumel revealed himself, and said "It is I, friends. Do not fret." Two more Elites uncloaked behind him.
"We fell back, there were too many of them. They have a pair of Lekgolo, we do not have the firepower to fight all of them, and I see no way out. They will be upon us within the next few minutes," an Elite said, shaking his head.
"Any suggestions?" Lesley asked.
"Yes," Az'Tumel said. "The Shadow of Intent is sending us reinforcements. They will be here within the next twenty units, we must hold out, however."
Brandon nodded. "We can do that," He said. "You need to look at this first," he finished, handing Az'Tumel the Datapad. Az'tumel looked at it, and his mandibles quivered.
"This is troubling news," He said, handing Brandon back the Datapad. Brandon was about to reply, when he heard plasma being released. From the sounds of it, it came from an Energy Blade. He looked past Az'Tumel, and noticed four Wretched Elites, all weilding blades. Their armor stood out, with it's crude spikes on the torso, and pauldrons.
"We shall handle this," Az'Tumel said, unsheathing his blade. His fellow Elites did the same.
The Spartans knew better to interfere. This was much more than a battle to the Sangheili. It was a matter of Honor.
Az'Tumel started the fight by lunging his blade, which a Wrectched elite avoided. He retaliated, but Az'Tumel was too fast, and too experienced. He quickly ducked, and stuck the blade through the Elites stomach. He pulled it out, and fended off another attack.Two Wretched Elites teamed on Az'Tumel, but his ally decapitated one of them. It was now three against two. The remaining Wretched Elites both lunged at the Defenders. One defender was caught off guard, as was the other. They both died. Az'Tumel was all that remained. He waited for his foes to attack. One lunged at Az'Tumel, and he evaded most of it, getting a fresh cut on his side. He let out a sigh of pain, then quickly used his backhand to force the Elite away. Az'Tumel tackled the other, and dug his blade into his throat. He quickly recovered his footing, and then focused on the last Wretched Sangheili.
"Just you and I," Az'Tumel said.
"Honor light your way," The Wretched Elite replied.
"Our blood shall forge a thousand generations." Az'Tumel finished. It was an old Covenant proverb, one which showed respect. Az'Tumel lunged at the Sangheili, and swung. He blocked it with his blade, then kicked Az'Tumel back. Az'Tumel recovered, and quickly leaped into the air, this action caught the Wretched off guard. Az'Tumel landed on the Elite, grabbed his neck, and finished him.
He slowly got up, and sheathed his blade. But the fight wasn't over. Rebels came pouring into the laboratory, and the Spartans let rounds fly fromt their Rifles. Az'Tumel retaliated by unholstering his Plasma Rifle, and firing. Brandon moved to cover behind a cryo tube, but his shields dropped to 3/4 on the way. Ashley pulled up beside him. Brandon looked at her, and felt the heat of battle. Things didn't look good, though. They were vastly outnumbered. He got out from cover, and fired at a couple of Rebels, they dropped. He quickly rolled over behind a table, next to Leon. Delilah ran out of ammo fast, then switched over to her Magnum. Just then, they heard explosions overhead.
"What was that?" Brandon asked Leon. He shrugged, and kept firing. Suddenly, Defener Grunts ran into the Lab, and caught the Rebels unexpected. When they turned around, the Grunts screamed in their high pitched voices, and retreated due to their cowardice.
Then a pair of Defender Lekgolo came into the lab. They quickly disposed of the Rebels that had the Spartans and Az'Tumel pinned down.
Az'Tumel approached the Lekgolo, and offered thanks. They replied in unison: "The mighty Arbiter awaits you,"
Az'Tumel bowed his respects, and the Spartans followed him upstairs. When they exited the lab, the entire compund was under Defender and UNSC control. There was everything from ODST to Jackals. All allied to the UNSC.
"We better get that Datapad to your comand," Az'Tumel suggested. Brandon nodded.
Letting Comand know about the Spartans was their number one priority.