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Victor's legs brushed through the ferns as he walked towards his camp. Moving this girl everywhere was going to be a great liability, but it was the right thing to do. He made it to his clearing, and quickly began to pack. When he entered the tent, the girl was wide awake. An unhealthy and depressed look covered her face. Her savior began taking things out of the tent, and placing them in a bag. "Are you leaving me here?" A soft voice said.
Part.2
Victor closed his eyes, "No." His patient fell silent. This was going to be difficult. He would have to feed two mouths now, and constantly watch over an Incapacitated, useless being.
"Wh-where are we going to go?
"I don't know." Pain shot through Victor's body. Deshavu rushed through his veins. "Can you walk?"
"Idon't think so."
Victor took a piece of venison out of his preservation box," It's a little cold."
"That's okay." This time, she ate all of the food, but it would take at least two weaks for her to regain her strength. She took a long look at her hero. He was tall, but very well built. His eyes were gray, complimented by short white hair. Despite its color, he couldn't possibly be out of his thirties. Over all, she found him dashingly hansom. "What's your name?"
"Victor." He replied. His voice was empty and cold.
"I'm Eve." Her company didn't seem to care.
"It's time for us to go, may I carry you?" Eve nodded. He picked her up, and walked out of the tent. She rested her head on his chest. It was then that Victor noticed he was her guardian. She depended on him, he was her shelter, her safety.
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Al'Katal walked through the woods. His golden armor glistened in the streams of light that penetrated the thick treetops. The chirp of birds filled the air. The Zealot had to admit, this human world was quite beautiful, but that wasn't going to get in the way of his ship glassing it when his forces uncovered the forerunner relics. He came across a sickening stench, one of death. The Elite followed it to find three Kig-Yar dead, lying in the dirt. One was missing its feet. It was cut in numerous places. It had been tortured in ways unimaginable, and finished off by a hole through its back and out of its stomach. Whatever did this was a monster, and would surely pay for its sins.
Even though Al'Katal wasn't particularly fond of the Kig-Yar race, they were his brethren, and deserved vengeance. He strode on, following a trail of crushed ferns. He would find this creature, and then, it would pay.
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Purple blood had spattered victor's clothes, and was now on his truck's seat, but Eve leaned on him anyway. He pondered over where he could go. He didn't know any places that he could hide in, that they could hide in. Then he got an idea. They could probably take shelter in the generator building outside the city until he could think of something better. Yes, that is what they would do. However, the obstacle of getting there alive was still a factor. He started the car, and drove.
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Commander William Collins stepped up to the podium in his ONI base, hidden in an arctic wasteland on Earth. He looked around the room at his audience of twenty, "As all of you know, we are at the edge of a famine. Harvest counted for almost eighty percent of our food. If we don't get it back, and people start starving, they will most certainly turn to the insurgents. I have no doubt about that, and that is the last thing we need right now, another significant threat. So, with Lord Hood's permission, I have commenced operation Black Sky."
Collins pulled up a picture of harvest, Covenant spacecrafts were orbiting the planet, "Here you can see the Covenant's defense grid. They have exactly two hundred ships. We are currently constructing a force of three hundred UNSC vessels, and gathering together an army of five thousand ODSTs and thirty thousand Marines. Our ships will distract the covenant craft while UNSC ground forces engage theirs. Victory is a long shot, but if we don't take Harvest, we will lose everything.
Captain Timothy Renalds spoke up, "Are you suggesting we commence a completely suicidal plan to get a giant fruit bowl back under UNSC control? If we can muster together those forces, we should use them to protect our colonies!"
"I don't think you understand this situation you narrow minded son of a bi-"
"Enough!" Admiral Tailor shouted, immediately ending the quarrel. The Commander is right, Captain. If you have any objections, come back with legitimate data that indicates we are incorrect, otherwise, you are dismissed." The Captain scowled and mumbled to himself as he walked out of the room.
"Excuse me sir?" A woman asked.
"Yes, al-Cygni?"
"Exactly how long will it take to bring these forces together?"
"We are well in to collecting them. They should be ready in a month."
"With all due respect, sir, I doubt we have that long. From the drone's images of the planet, they have already searched most of it."
"Are you suggesting a pre-mature assault?"
"Yes sir, I am."
"And who in this room would take the responsibility of carrying out a mission like that?"
"Me..."
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Victor's truck sailed across the smooth roads of harvest, surrounded by un-collected produce. It was getting late. Eve had fallen asleep, and in truth, he was close to it himself. When they finally reached the generator building, the sun was turning the sky into shades of orange and red.
Victor drove into the gated area, and parked his car under a dent in one side of the construct. It would be best to keep his car hidden from unwanted eyes. He picked the sleeping girl up, and entered the building. The smell of decay was in the air. Bodies of fallen men were scattered everywhere. The walls were stained red. It was obvious the fight had happened quite some time ago, but one could never be sure that the enemy still wasn't around.
Victor found the sleeping quarters of the generator building's staff, and set Eve down on a bed. He pulled the covers over her, and felt her forehead. She was recovering, and now had a decent chance of survival. The man exited the room, and began collecting clips of assault rifle ammunition off of the corpses. He felt no sympathy, no sadness, he was dead inside, and a part of him always would be.
[Edited on 10.22.2009 8:43 PM PDT]