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The Shipmaster looked up at the human frigate. The words For Humanity were written on the side. He cracked a distorted smile. The humans stood no chance of winning this battle. There was no trick they could pull that could throw the Elites. His confidence filled him, drowned his rational thought and suffocated his strategic expertise. The imbeciles had pursued them through space for three days straight, and now they were to be decimated. The Shipmaster closed his eyes, took a deep breath and basked in the glorious sound of plasma barrage and irresistible smell of burning metal. The human ship may as well have been made out of paper the plasma ruptured through the hull like lava. He chuckled and turned his head to the window and choked. Through the carnage he could see the hatch of the frigate open to reveal the humans' greatest weapon;
"Drop pods! All hands prepare for battle!" He bellowed. Why would they board? It was suicide! Then, the penny dropped. The Artefact they had stolen it from the humans when they left their planet, Harvest. It was beautiful a trophy to the victory. The humans wanted it back, badly. Compelled by Sangheili greed and blinded by false nobility, the Shipmaster decided that they would not have it back. Not for all the stars in the sky.
The deck was filled with Elites, all clawing at weapons and running in every direction. It was organised confusion. The Shipmaster took a deep breath. He could see the drop pods raining down on the cruiser. He braced for impact, and what an impact it was. The cruiser lurched as the drop pods tore through the stern of the cruiser. The lights flickered. The Shipmaster picked up a carbine and turned to the last few grunts still on deck.
"You!" he boomed "Stay here, kill any human that you see." He turned and left. The deck was silent; the whimpering grunts made no sound as they helplessly watched a lone drop pod crash through the ceiling and crush them. Out stepped a seven foot man, sheathed in bulky, gun-metal grey armour. He raised his hand to his ear and slung his assault rifle onto his back.
"This is Sierra-312, I'm on deck" He looked into the distance and saw, on the horizon of space daybreak over Harvest. "These -blam!-es don't stand a chance"
Critism please. I'll continue with depending on how good you think it is. Thanks.
Sierra 312 is Lone Wolf BTW
[Edited on 02.03.2010 9:16 AM PST]