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Chapter 7-Fly away birdy 1 hour prior to Malareks crash landing
Rolek stumbled as multiple explosions of an incredible magnitude of strength erupted outside the purple hull of the Phantom, a Covenant air vehicle that certainly takes the role of juggernaut of the skies. He fell over but the Spartan - who was actualy an abnormally big and strong human that was part of a spec ops group - grabbed him before his knee connected with smooth floor.
"How on Harvest, are you gonna fly an alien plane if you can't even stay on your feet?" Asked the Spartan mockingly, releasing Rolek."Huh?"
"I'll have to try." Rolek retorted, shoving the Spartan away.
He dropped his metal pistol on the ground and walked into the cockpit.
In front of him was a large, pink panel of buttons that had an air of familiararity about it. He settled into the hard, cold, uncomftable seat and pressed a random button. The cockpit door slid closed. He peered at the panel, scrutinizing each button. There were 4 small green buttons, a wierdly shaped joystick, seven round blue buttons and the large red self-destruct button.
He tried out all the buttons carefully. Then the Phantom began to vibrate, half from a button being pressed and partly from the explosions combusting outside, and the engine began to flare. It lifted four feet off the stone, however it dropped to the ground.
"Click the button again!" The Spartan called.
Rolek clicked it again, took the long joystick and miraculously the Phantom began to fly.
It rose above the fire and destruction and ascended above the wide hole cut into the top of the cavern. Rolek moved the joystick foward and the Phantom obeyed by zooming 10 metres to the front.
*
Malarek watched Fringlek run towards the plaza, that made up a huge part of the courtyard outside the Space Elevator, and was almost speared by a burst of needles. He spun around and loaded his Grenade Launcher. Firing accurately, he laughed as the massive throng of Grunts began to wail in terror.
However, it was their turn to laugh hysterically as a towering Elite Feild Marshal stabbed him through the leg. Malarek stumbled and fell painfully to the ground. He turned around to see his tyrannical, abhorred, huge assailiant stand over him with its Energy Sword drawn.
A sleek, Covenant Phantom hovered adjacent to the Elite and a Spartan leaped down from where the Grav-Lift had been momentarily, before being deactivated.
The Spartan sailed gracefully through the damp, dirty air as the Elite slowly rotated its head to face the Phantom. The Spartan's huge,green boots connected with the not to attentive Elite's head and it flipped onto its back, dropping the lethal Energy Sword. The Elite roared loudly as the the Phantom whizzed away, responding to an assualt on an important, strategic compound by Elites and Grunts.
The Spartan advanced on the Elite and dropped his Magnum. The Elite laughed and hopped to his feet. They circled each other like armoured gladiators and taunted each other. The Spartan made the first move, it charged at the Elite knocking it over slightly. The Elite responded by kicking the hulk of metal in the knee and grappling it to the ground. The Spartan and Elite scrappled with each other on the ground, neither getting the upper hand until the Spartan managed to grab hold of the aliens mandibles and thump its head off of the ground. Blood dribbled from under the beast's helmet, which was begining to crack.
Just when it seemed finished it grabbed the Spartan by the throat and lifted it off of him. He stood up, still holding the Spartan, and spat on the golden visor with contempt.
"You and your worthless civilisation will crumble with this blow." Snarled the Elite mockingly.
The Feild Marshal drew back his arm and activated his Energy Dagger.
"Ready." Whispered the Elite.
"Not yet. Behind you" He replied.
The Elite spun around surprised and watched as Malarek drove the Elite's discarded Energy Sword into it's heart.
The Elite wailed and thrashed about, while Malarek scruched his face up in pain and bent over. Malarek looked down at his own body and spotted a Plasma Dagger lodged just above where the Elite had stabbed him previously.
The Spartan rushed over to him and grabbed him gentely, lying him on the creviced floor.
"You hear me?" Querried the Spartan.
Malarek panted heavily and almost passed out."Yeah." He grimaced as the Spartan prodded the grevious wound.
"Don't worry, the Energy Sword only pierced the armour and your skin and so did the dagger. Also the wound is cauterised so you won't bleed to death." Said the Spartan, trying to comfort the dying soldier.
"Good." Whispered Malarek smiling, relieved.
However the rejoicing wasn't to be for long as a new pang of pain overcame Malarek and he twisted onto his side.
The Spartan radioed for assistance while a feeling of dread swept over him. He felt icy cold even though it was summer on Harvest and he felt diseased and sick. His vision went hazy and spots of black clouded his brain. A Phantom landed beside them as Malarek blacked out.
But not for long, because when he saw the bruised, dirty face of Rolek rushing towards him he sat up.
"Captain Rolek!" He exclaimed."You're alive."
Rolek ignored him and dived to the ground.
"Keep fighting Malarek!" He yelled, taking out a med-kit.
He opened up the green box gingerly and took out a small, clear syringe and a large roll of bandages.
"Spartan get help." Ordered Rolek, filling the syringe with a thick blue liquid.
"Already have. Pelican inbound in three." He informed, using his eagle-sharp eyes to scout the perimeter.
He glanced a disturbance in the light and could make out the shape of three cloaked Elites.
"Rolek, three Spec-Ops Elites, get him to a safe distance." He charged at the figures, elbowing one in the neck and wrestiling the gun out of its hand. It was a Plasma Rifle, the weapon that the aliens had used to capture him when he had been separated from the convoy he was guarding.
The Elite roared and de-cloaked while his squad-mates trained their weapons on the Spartan. The Spartan fired a burst of plasma at the Elite and watched the sheild shimmer and die. He walked over to the grey armoured Elite and smashed his head barbarically with his fists.
*
Fringlek sprinted out of the room and into the plaza and was met with a horrible sight. The Army troopers and the Militia were being overwhelmed by Hunters and Brutes. The once majestic and extravagant entrance was now piles of brick and glass and the beautiful, marble fountain was no longer spewing lovely burst of clear water, but gushing pink, diluted blood.
He watched as his friend and squad-mate, James Jameson, being tossed into a wall and impaled on a Spiker round. He saw Tommy Derelick yell and curse, fighting his way over to his pal. Fringlek done the same.
He emptied a whole magasine of Assualt Rifle bullets into a Brutes, badly-armoured chest and threw a Fragmentation Grenade at a group of bulky, raging Hunters. He ducked behind a column of white chalk and reloaded. He gave covering fire to a throng of civvies being harrassed by assailants.
He lifted his comm to his cracked lips and demanded."Martin, assist those civvies."
He looked as Martin no-scoped a bunch of Brutes and ran over to guard the women and children.
"Sir," Radioed a Corporal curiously."We have a huge radiation spike in this area. I advise you to put on your Hazard Su-"
The radio was clogged with static.
"Corporal." Whispered Fringlek into his comm." What is it."
"Oh m-... God... Ship... Of some so-... Right next to the elev-... What the-..."
An explosion went off and Fringlek looked up at the glass roof of the plaza and stared at a large Covenant ship, dwarving any UNSC ship, fly above the Space Elevator.
It charged up a cannon on its underside and unleashed a beam of destruction.
[Edited on 11.19.2010 12:42 PM PST]