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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.
3 is the loneliest number...
but not for long.
"That was quite a fall, spartan." A voice whispered. Jun's vision was coming back; a white light through pitch darkness, gradually widening to form a blurred humanoid figure. It looked vaugely alien, and this triggered a lightening fast response. His hand leapt from his side, fingers bunched ready to hit out at his attacker. It was countered with equal speed; Jun felt his body twist downward and his arm pulled behind him with a jolt of pain.
"Don't try it, Mark III." The surpise had cleared Jun's vision, and, as he unraveled, somewhat like a child's yo-yo toy, he saw his attacker; a human in a black set of SPI armour.
"SPI armour..." He whispered. Jun hadn't seen that in a long time. The last person he'd seen wearing it, along with two-hundred and ninety-three others, was dead, melted into the crust of some god-forsaken planet on the edge of UNSC space, like every other company now. All dead, never to fight the covenant again.
"Yes, SPI. My old suit was damaged in a little... Skydiving incident." The spartan replied, humour in his voice and a small smile on his face.
"I'm Mick, by the way." He said, holding out his gauntleted hand. Jun took it, and pulled himself up, holding back a wince. This "Mick" had one hell of a grip.
"I'm-" Jun started, trying to reply.
"Jun, Sniper of noble team. I know." Mick said with a hint if a childhood know-it-all. Before Jun's training, he would have knocked this smart arse out there and then; Brawn beat Brain on his homeworld. It was how things worked, having to fight for every last scrap. But instead, Jun simply stifled the urge and replaced it with curiosity.
"How do you know that?" Jun asked him unable to hold it any longer. "And how d'you know I'm a spartan-III?"
"It's simple, really." Mick said, with a flair in his eyes. He breathed deep; this was going to be a long explaination.
"There are only two spartans-IIs of your height; I watched one of them get their brains blown out at harvest; and the other's in space, with John-117. So you're not an S-II. You can't be an orion candidate either; you're too young. So, the logical conclusion is that you're an S-III." Mick paused, letting his deduction sink in.
"And the name? I found your dogtags. Here." He continued, holding out two thin pieces of metal that held everything Jun new about himself.
"Erm... Thanks..." Jun said, unable to say much more.
Both, suddenly, span at a familiar, gutwrenching sound. It was the terrifying rumble of a covenant in-atmosphere slipspace jump, a noise that could only mean one thing; death.
Out of the rupture came a covenant corvette, trailing smoke, fire and plasma from gaping holes in its hull, the bright, electric blue fire in amazing contrast to the deep purple metal the luxury ship was burnished in. The forward plasma cannons fired, and Jun realised that it was flying at something; that "Something" being a massive covenant carrier in the process of burning ONI's RAILYARD XARF (Experimental Aircraft Research Facility) to the ground.
The ship had no time to manouever as the bolts splashed against it's shields, burning away a section of the hull. Mick's eagle eyes picked up the slightest change in course of the corvette; it was heading right for the damaged section. Dozens of escape pods, aircraft and bodies ejected from the corvette's cunningly disguised shuttle bays, creating a wave of makeshift, radar-disrupting chaff, jamming the carrier's already stretched weapon systems. Plasma launched from both sides, and both hit one another, burning away hull plating; but it didn't matter. The corvette slammed into the carrier, it's momentum pushing the craft off course.
"Look." Mick said, pointing. Then he saw it; slowly coming into view. A black dot, trailing smoke. It was getting closer to them, and Jun thought he made out wings; very short, angular wings, followed by the familiar, blocky shape of a pelican.
"A pelican?" He said, trying to focus his visor. He was startled when, as all MJOLNIR armour did, he opened up a secure channel to the aircraft, and the Comm. crackled to life.
"Now for the fun part." A voice whispered through the static filled transmission. The corvette's slipspace drive detonated, slicing away the summit of Mt. Silonite, and ripping the carrier in two. The debris dissapeared into the strange non-dimensions of slipspace, killing everything onboard with a flash of radiation.
"Well, at least the bloody covenant stuff works." Said the voice, now startlingly familiar.
"I know that voice..." Said Jun, still staring at the devastation caused by one tiny ship. He saw Mick out of the corner of his eye turn to him with a whisper;
"So do I. Hard to forget a best friend."