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CHAPTER ONE: THE TANK. THE STEALTHY. AND THE DECEPTOR.
Tsar blinked his eyes as he stood inside of the Phantom. The Phantoms were built for stealth unlike their Spirit cousins.
The Spirits were bright and clearly visible; while the Phantoms had a cloaking system built in and were hardly ever seen during the night.
Unless of course, their nose gun was replaced by a useless flashlight, Tsar brushed his thoughts into the back of his head. He would have time for this later instead of thinking about rants he stripped down his armour until all he was left in was his airtight body-suit.
Tsar was handed the Special operations armor piece by piece. It was, a lot more aesthetic than the regular Special Operations Armor. Which was simply the Default armor painted black with a cloaking system built in, that cloaking device took all the power and left almost nothing for the shields. When the Sangheili were uncloaked however, their shields were a lot stronger.
Tsar clicked his mandibles and looked back at his lance. The Unggoy were busy pulling their armour on, while Skarak was simply standing there as he was already in his suit of special Operations armor. The armour of the Kig-Yar resembled that of a commando, though it was painted black, had white hud-lights at the eyes and enhanced his sight and vision even more from what he was told. It also had a built-in cloaking device, which was required in order to be placed in Spec-ops.
Tsar didn't know why he was placed in spec-ops. All he know is that his father had persuaded the council to allow him to train Tsar. His father had been one of those who were addressed as 'Holy one' and the council approved, though reluctant. They told him that it was a first and would be something interesting to try.
Tsar blinked his eyes once more and looked back at the Unggoy.
They were done, just finishing up with placing their masks upon their faces. They looked a lot more intimidating than they once did. It made Tsar slightly proud on the inside.
Tsar waited for the phantom to drop them off at their landing zone. Waiting patiently with a god-like aura, the rest of the phantom was empty. Nobody else was inside except he and his lance of two unggoy and one Kig-yar Skirmisher.
"Unggoy!" Tsar shouted and watched them.
"Yes leader?" The eldest and tallest one asked. Who happened to be wielding a Needler.
"What are your names?" He asked them and left his Plasma rifle on its hip holster.
"Me Dayap" The grunt pointed to itself and then to the smaller grunt. "That Trulap." The grunt said with his high pitched voice and looked at his leader through the helmet's visor.
"Good, now I have something to address both of you as." Tsar said and felt the Phantom suddenly jerk to a halt. "Go go go!" Tsar shouted and watched as his Lance dove down the hole in the center of the Phantom's troop bay.
Once his lance was through the departing hole in the center of the phantom's troop bay, Tsar dove after them and dropped to one knee as he hit the ground. Scanning the region in an instant and taking in his new surroundings. He and his Lance were to re-establish communications with the covenant at the
Forerunner facility. They were in a swampy region, with spores floating through the air. There were multiple trees that annoyed the Sangheili because it impaired his vision to a small degree.
Tsar yawned tiredly but he continued to the facility, clicking his mandibles multiple times and started to job forward with his small Spec-ops lance. He wondered why he had been chosen specifically to go on this mission. 'Was the high council testing his combat efficiency?' He mentally asked himself as he jogged. Only to receive no answer, he would have to ask or keep his mouth shut.
Soon enough the small Lance of four made it to the entrance of the facility. The entrance was empty and no signs of covenant could be found.
Tsar took the first step inside of the facility, via the entrance with no signs of a; energy shield door or something to contain anything that may be locked away inside. Tsar activated his cloaking system and his Lance did the same without him saying, he had ordered them to be radio silent on the way to the facility.
Tsar continued walking and studied the rooms; they were all dimly lit with some sort of lights and shined upon the green walls of the facility, also providing something of an eerie aura.
Tsar continued to walk until he saw the glint of something metallic on the far side of a room. Tsar wasted no time and pursued the glint of light There was no need. What he was looking for couldn't run, it was simply the corpse of another
Sangheili. Tsar blinked his eyes emotionlessly and studied the
Sangheili's wounds. He would have time for emotions later.
The Sangheili's chest was torn to shreds and a gaping wound made everything look all the more digusting. The blood of Sangheili was smeared everywhere and was shining a bright purple in the light of the luminosity of the lights that lit up the entire room.
Tsar watched his surroundings curiously and turned his head to the grunts. They were both there, he knew because of the outline that his HUD provided around the two small figures.
Tsar turned his head to the right and looked at the Skirmisher He was gone.
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Skirak wasn't lost, he was simply studying the facility, he had broke off from the rest of the small formation to look for evidence of a new threat. He could smell something, but he didn't know what it was. Skirak watched all sides but it wasn't necessary because whatever it was that was down here couldn't see him, due to the prototype cloaking system applied to Special Operations skirmishers.
Skirak was always one of the smarter skirmishers, his feet made no sound despite the normal clicking his claws would've made against the floor of this structure. Skirak was sniffing the air every five to ten seconds. The scent of the anomaly was getting stronger and stronger Skirak jumped as he saw something he had never seen before. A large figure that seemed to resemble that of a Sangheili, but it smelled horrible, it was it was an abomination. The skin was a pale green and three small tentacles were poking out of its chest. The neck was bent back at an odd angle and the eyes were pure white compared to the normal black of his master's eyes. The thing looked sick, extremely sick and extremely weak.
Skirak took no chances and fired a single pink and crystalline needle round that pierced the chest of the form. Skirak thought he hated the humans he had a feeling that by the end of this the humans would be in second of his hate list
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"Ahhhhh! Get the hell away from me!" Private First Class Gabriel Bruce shouted as he ran to the other side of the containment facility with his back turned to the ugly ass bastards who were chasing him. "Holy -blam!- holy -blam!- holy -blam!-" He chanted over and over again as he ran away, and heard their muffled screams as though they were right behind him.
Gabriel felt the adrenaline pump through his veins and time seemed to slow down slightly as he continued to run even faster than he was before. His eyes flickering around as the MA5B Assault rifle sat idle upon his back using Magnetic technology. His M6D Magnum was in his right hand and he spun around with a blur of motion and fired off four shots. Double tapping the trigger and watching as two explosive rounds entered one Ugly-bastard and blew its chest open. Another was hit directly in the tentacles that were protruding from the thing's chest. Ironically the other two were also shot in the chest, they all fell dead in an instant, nothing else was chasing him.
Gabriel's pace slowed, he got lucky and killed off his followers for now. Gabriel studied the surrounding area and blinked his eyes multiple times. Sweat was pouring off of his head like a showerhead.
"I lost Bacon, Man Corporal Bacon is dead Man Poor Tyson" Gabriel murmured hysterically but kept on moving, he found a room with an elevator. He let out a sigh of relief and almost started to cry. His eyes watered up and he pressed a button, a button with an arrow pointing up. He was glad the elevators were that simple, as it started to quickly ascend from the darker lower levels. The containment levels. He was told this was supposed to be a weapons cache not a damn containment facility. He collapsed to one knee and a let out a few hot tears. The monsters were coming, and he was the last one left standing.
Gabriel blinked his eyes rapidly and felt the lift come to a halt and a hand grabbed him by the shoulder and lifted him forcibly to his feet. "On your feet son It's time to kick some ugly-alien-asses." He recognized the voice.
Gabriel looked up and saw the familiar face of his sergeant; Sergeant Major Avery Junior Johnson of the UNSC Marine Corps.
"S-sarge? You're alive!" Gabriel exclaimed and removed the MA5B from the holster on his back and locked and loaded. That was a morale boost in its self. He didn't need a motivational speech, he needed leadership.
"Damn right I am son, aint a few puny little -blam!--roaches gonna turn me into one of them bastards. They cower in fear from the sight of me!" Johnson shouted loudly, his voice echoed clearly and noticeably from the , he was clearly not afraid of the current threat. "Lets move double-time, covenant bastards might be waiting on the other side." Johnson said more calmly and waved for Bruce to follow... They had a fight ahead of them, and with Johnson it was gonna be easy...
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AND SO... that concludes Chapter One... Chapter Two is under way.
[Edited on 03.29.2011 6:24 PM PDT]