- davidfazz243
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And so, Achronos lifted the banhammer high above his head, exclaming "You shall not sully these forums again!" And with one, deft blow, he brought the banhammer down upon the offender, and slew him.
Bah, what's the point? You're only goingt to troll, flame or E-raip me.
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Mick's legs pumped, faster and harder then he'd ever sprinted before. Something was following him, and although he hadn't seen it, he had a sneaking suspicion of what it was. His feet dug deep into the loamy undergrowth of the forest, and he found himself leaping from tree root to tree root. He fought the urge to look back, knowing that any loss of speed would likely kill him. He tripped, tumbling to the ground.
"Ah -blam!-" He said, wincing. He landed flat on his back, tearing the biofoam that held his wound together. He felt warm, sticky blood seep down his back. He rolled to his front, causing a bigger tear, and leapt to his feet in extreme agony.
"Oh, no" The follower advanced on him, a bright light emitting from the center of the structure. The light shone into his eyes, temporarily blinding Mick.
Bold, red writing was typed onto his HUD: "Hello, Reclaimer"
"Not this again" He whispered. He had to do something about this, before the sentinel figured out who he was. His hands dropped to his sides, apparently in relaxation. The sentinel came closer, and, in one, smooth motion, Mick swept a plasma grenade from his side (that he had stolen from the Elite) and tossed it onto the sentinel's eye.
It recoiled in shock, trying to shake the pulsing device from itself, while Mick turned and sprinted into the forest once more. Mick heard a satisfying whine and an explosion as the grenade detonated, melting the casing of the sentinel. He slowed down to a jog, finally taking in his surroundings.
The forest was lush, filled with life and activity. He watched native squirrels hop from tree to tree, beetles scuttle beneath leaves, birds singing and feeding their young, and flies, so many flies that they formed a haze infront of him. After a while he started to become attuned to the forest; sensing any changes from the natural hustle and bustle, changes in smell, or noice levels.
New air filtered through his helmet, fresh, cooler air. He was getting close to an exit. he sprinted forward, his heart now filled with hope; maybe he would find a way off this god forsaken rock after all. He heard gunfire in the distance, followed by the whine of covenant plasma weapons. He saw light before him, breaking through small gaps between the trees. He charged through, and found himself stood upon a hill, looking down on a UNSC firebase.
He dropped to one knee, and looked through his sniper scope at the battle below. All types of fighter were defending the base; marines, ODSTs, police forces, even some Reach Army Core soldiers were fighting. Sheets of different calibre bullets erupted from the fighter's weapons, ripping through shields, purple flesh, and bone. Dozens of tattered corpses lay, torn apart, on the floor. Some were so disfigured that he couldn't tell which was which; elites, grunts, jackals and humans all lay spread around the killzone.
It appeared the UNSC were winning, or, at least to the soldiers in the base it did. Mick saw what was truly happening; a black armoured spec-ops unit was being led in a flanking maneuver around the base, being headed by a Gold-armoured field commander. Mick had half a mind to leave them, and let the humans below pay the price for their over-confidence.
"No" He whispered, remembering Kay. "No more humans die today".
He aimed through the site at the elite's neck. It was muscular, and what he took to be jugular veins stuck out, a vunerable spot in the otherwise impenetrable facade. He breathed out, steadying his shaking hands. Compensating for drop, his lighting fast reactions enabled him to pull off three shots in quick succession. The first deflected off its shields, spinning away into some unknown area. The second and third rounds blasted through, ripping two fist-sized holes into it, and spattering its squadmate in blood, bone and gore.
He dropped the mag from his rifle, and slammed another one in. Sighting again, he watched the enemy fireteam through it. The second in command, right behind his first target, turned to the source of the shooting, and recieved four rounds to the face for his trouble. The rounds punched through its four mandibles, blasting the back of its head apart.
The rest turned, spraying Mick's position with plasma fire. He was pinned down, and the enemies were advancing fast. Thankfully, the marines had realised what was happening, and drew two squads away to help him. Sixty rounds rapid fire sprayed from ten MA5Bs, and blasted through the elite's exposed backs, killing them instantly.
Mick stood up, and waved a thanks to the marines who helped him. They were ODSTs, the best of the best, apart from spartans like Mick. An ODST with a red arm band, indicating a fireteam leader, turned and saluted him. In this split second hesitation, the marine took a beam to the side of the head, killing him instantly. Mick looked closer; the helmet's inside visor was spattered with blood and bone, indicating that the human's head had exploded.
Mick dropped prone, and cast around to find the source of the shot. He couldn't see, it had all been too sudden. Another beam caught an ODST in the arm, spraying blood on his team mates. He fell, clutching his arm, screaming in pain. This shot gave away the sniper's position, and he found them, in a rockfall next to a cliff. The spotter looked through a strange, purple device, not unlike Kay's old spotter scope, that resided in her kit bag, all the way back in the forest.
"Didn't you hear me!?" He shouted "No. More. Die!" He pumped off four rounds, two for each enemy, and watched as they tumbled from their perch in the cliff, missing a head each. He punched his last magazine into the rifle, and took his last few shots, killing off a leader. This seemed to panic the enemy, and they fell back, all the while being harrassed by warthogs.
Mick sprinted down to the firebase, and realised just how badly they were fairing. Half of the buildings carried plasma scoring, and some had fused into solid blocks. He wandered into the field hospital of the base, a depressing, dreary affair. They were running critically low on supplies, both standard and makeshift, and this latest attack had seriously taken it out of them. Nevertheless, marines seemed to perk up seeing him, a mythical spartan, wander through their base. He didn't deserve their affection; he'd let a friend die under his watch, and then, to top it all off, he'd tortured an enemy, which repulsed him.
An ODST sprinted up to him, killing his spiral of depressive thoughts, and saluted.
"Private William Dean, sir. Good to see you here, spartan, but the Major wants to see you" He said. Mick was befuddled; ODSTs were usually extremely hostile to spartans, seeing them as freaks. The catalyst to all this was John's "scripted" encounter with three ODSTs, were he killed three, and seriously injured another.
"I thought you guys hated us spartans?" Mick asked, inable to control the interest in is voice.
"What? Oh, the armour. Nah, I'm no ODST. Not crazy enough" The soldier replied, tapping a fist on his helmet. "I'm part of the Reach Defense Force. First battalion, and to be perfectly honest, you guys are awesome"
"Well, thank you mar- erm, soldier. Take me to your Major" Mick said.
Private Dean jogged forward, leading Mick through a maze of poly tunnels, charred buildings, and bombed-out hallways. After what seemed like an hour of running and security checks, he found himself infront of a pristine oak door. He cautiously opened it, and walked into a room that was too small for the door.
Before him, across a small, wooden desk, sat an ODST in full battle armour. "Sorry about the helmet, I don't like to be without it in a battlezone. Although that didn't much help Akens"
"Sir, you wanted to see me?" Mick asked, itching to get back to action.
"Yes, I just wanted to say bloody good job out there, but we need you for a new mission" The ODST stood up, almost as tall as a spartan. He was certainly an imposing man, even behind layers of armour.
"We've heard reports of a battle in space; the UNSC are trying to take back reach" He said, tossing a datapad to Mick. He opened the file inside, and was stunned. They were sending a force one-hundred strong to re-take the planet? He had to warn them. If there were more sentinels on this planet, they could rip the UNSC fleet to shreds, and leave earth defenseless.
"Christ..." He whispered.
"I know. We need to get a message out, sow them we're still fighting. We'll take back this planet, no problem. That's where you come in; we only know of one transmitter, and that's in covenant hands"
Mick summed the idea up in an instant. "And you want me to take it back."
The ODST nodded. "Exactly" He said.
"You'll need to find fireteam zulu, they'll be your support on this mission, and will brief you when you get there. Good luck, you'll need it" He said.
"One more thing..." Mick added. "What should I call you?"
"Sedavian" He replied. "Major Sedavian"