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Chapter 5- Just because you have armour doesn't make you a Spartan
Rolek limped up a small, sandy hill and stared at the distant city, large rounds of Plasma fire illuminated it and huge, menacing Corvette hovered over the city's space elevator, sending barrage after barrage of plasma torpeados onto the ravaged roads, creating gargantuan explosions that broke the eerie, dark night.
Suddenly, his foot hit a small, hidden rock and he tumbled. He rolled over and fell down the hill. He cried out as he felt his foot brake. Slowly, he tried to stand. His head spun volientely and a bout of excruciating, jarring pain shot up his left leg. He almost fainted. He coughed noisily and croaked for help as another wave of nausea passed over him.
Then a Phantom, guarded by a pink Covenant air vehicle called a Vampire, flew over head. It's small but bright yellow searchlight swivelled around. Rolek watched as it hung stationary above a cave and began to descend.
"Mmmmmm...." He thought,"That must be going somewhere."
He waited for the Vampire to go away before crawling towards the opening of the dark, damp cave.
*
Malarek's Pelican drifted above the carcass of the metal Falcon.
"Sir, someone's over here!" Yelled an Army Private, scanning a pile of rubble with a Thermal Scanner.
Malarek rushed over to the Private and hauled the bricks off of the floor. He tossed them out the wall(That was made of glass.) Lying there was the lifeless body of Fringlek. Malarek dived to the ground and felt desparately for a pulse. Lub! Dub! Lub! Dub! It was there, but faint. Scarily, faint.
"Medic!" Shouted Malarek, lifting Fringlek off of the dusty floor.
A medic jumped from the Pelican and jogged over to Fringlek. He took a small green bottle of Biofoam from his belt and adminisdered it to Fringlek's bleeding stomach.
"Lieutenant, we are running on bingo fuel. We gotta leave." Said the pilot.
Malarek thrust Fringlek into the Pelican and glanced around. Rolek was nowhere to be seen.
*
Rolek snaked his way his way through the grass and onto the yellow, sandstone rock of the cave. He grabbed onto the sloping sides of the cave and stood up. He followed a trail spilt plasma and journeyed deeper into the cavity. He turned on his handheld flashlight and limped foward. He was walking for 5 uneventful minutes until he came to a wide, unnaturally-lit cavern of the cave.
In it were 4 Phantoms being re-fitted and dozens of Banshees. Many big, complicated computers were in the middle figuring out hundreds of calculations and deciphering numerous dark-blue glyphs. However, what made Rolek curious, was the giant, green Spartan-II sitting in the middle of a Covenant jail cell which was being guarded by two high-ranking Elites.
*
A green Fuel Rod hit the wing of the Pelican and it lurched foward. Malarek pulled out his Grenade Launcher. He loaded it and held onto the roof. He fired. The projectile arced in the air and went right past the Banshee. Malarek groaned and fired again, this time he changed the mode of fire to manual.
It exploded a few inches beside the vehicle but released a small EMP.
"Good hit lieutenant, we are approaching Utgard now." Said Charlie-Echo 244
Malarek sat back down.
Then, unexpectedley, a humongous, shark-like, purple ship tore through a cloud and crashed right through a skyscraper. The top half of the building plummeted to the ground, producing a massive shockwave.
"Sir, I am detecting a radiation flare!" Charlie-Echo 244 informed Malarek anxiously.
"Gett us outta here! Now!" Ordered Malarek.
The front of the ship glowed brightly, and then it unleashed a terribley devastating laser beam.
The beam cut through roads and buildings with ease as the Pelican retreated further into the city.
*
Rolek looked around carefully and spotted a pile of unwanted, unguarded plasma containers. He crept over to them and picked one up. He turned around to face the Phantom, which was only 30 metres away and out of the shadows. He had an idea.
[Edited on 10.24.2010 10:16 AM PDT]