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Part. 7
"Blow it."
Boomer looked at Jana. "It's in the back."
B7 jumped out of her chair and fought her way through the wires. She set her eyes on a large, glowing cylinder. "There you are." The Spartan smiled and activated the battery's holo-panel. She tapped at it furiously, knowing they had very little time.
Boomer walked up to A15 and handed him a shotgun. "Oh yeah." Cody grinned, taking the weapon and giving the ODST his assault rifle.
"You can do more with it than I can." Boomer said with a nod. The emergency door burst open and bullets came flying in. The jungle of wires was shredded as lead was thrown from both sides. The second door was cut through. Cody and Boomer turned to it and fired. A rocket shot through the air from Cody's side. He ducked, spun around, and pushed Dante down. The missile shot over their heads and slammed into the Alliance soldiers at the other door.
"Uh, Jana," Dante spoke, "You might want to hurry up."
"Got it!" Jana returned to the squad, "Let's get out of here."
"This is Sierra 117 to Spartan C12, do your read me?"
Affirmitive. It looks pretty damn hot down there.
"We need an evac, now." John's DMR clicked, and he quickly reloaded.
On my way. I'll be hovering at the west wall. Be ready.
"Everyone get to the west wall." John ordered. His squad moved through the broken emergency door and out into the open. More rockets shot at them as they became exposed. One hit the walkway in front of the soldiers. With a flash of blue light and flames it obliterated their path. More Anti-Spartan gear, great.
The squad turned to take cover back under the gun, but a second rocket destroyed their path. They could jump it, but Boomer couldn't. Someone would have to carry him. A second volley of rockets headed their way. Their blast radius was too large to escape them this time. However, luck was on their side.
The stealth ship swooped in, firing its anti missile weapons and detonating the rockets before they could reach the Spartans. It lined up next to the wall, and the airlock slid open. "Come on!" One of blue team's Spartans shouted, waving them in.
One by one they jumped off of the wall into the ship. The Chief made sure he was last. He made the jump just as a rocket flew through his previous location. The airlock slid shut, and they shot up into space. Once they were out of the naval battlefield, they all settled in on the bridge. John removed his helmet and tucked it under his arm. It had been a close call, and it was the Chief's fault. It was the first time he had felt guilt in years. "Everyone take some R&R. We'll meet back on the bridge in 0100 hours." Everyone nodded and went their separate ways.
Dante and Sarah returned to their private quarters, and removed the plates off of their armor. "You know," Dante sat down on the bedside, "We almost died back there."
"Yes," Sarah took a seat down beside him, "First with the plasma wave, which you almost took for me, and second with, well, everything else."
"I hate this." Dante rubbed his temples, "I can't believe this used to be my dream. We were supposed to be numb by now, like everyone else."
"Thank god we're not," Sarah's eyes were full of compassion as she touched Dante's shoulder, "It's a curse, yes, but it's also a gift Dante. I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all, wouldn't you?"
"I suppose."
They were silent for a moment, then Sarah spoke up. "There's been something I've wanted to talk to you about." Her voice was one of nervousness.
"What's that?" Dante turned his head to her.
"Well, you know how many times we've almost been killed. Every time I think I'm finished I always regret never doing this."
"What are you getting at?"
"I'm not pushing for anything, but there's something I've wanted to ask you," Sarah shifted nervously, "Have you ever considered"
"Considered what?" Dante laughed.
"Making love." Sarah's face immediately turned bright red.
"Oh, wow." Dante got off of the bed, looking at the wall to hide his own blushing.
Two Spartans having sex. The idea was almost comical. To anyone on the outside it would be disturbingly hilarious. If the two of them kissing was already off, this would be ludicrous.
"It was just a thought." Sarah said quickly, doing her best to mend the situation.
"Yeah, I know. Maybe we should save this talk for later."
"Yes, but there might not be a later."
Dante turned around, making eye contact with great difficulty. "It's just that there are so many factors to this that makes it a bad idea."
"Like?" Sarah brought her legs up onto the bed, laying them to the side in a way that was unintentionally seductive.
"First off pregnancy, which would be horrible. Second, every Spartan will hear us, and maybe even the ODST. Third, this could end up being a huge distrac...tion." His eyes swept across Sarah's body. It wasn't easy, but he was able to turn around again.
"Is something wrong?" Sarah asked, furrowing her brow.
"Nothing, not really, sort of, yes," Dante turned back to his partner, who was now completely on her side, her head propped up on her hand, "Oh..."
"What?" Sarah laughed. She noticed something in Dante's eyes, something she had seen the night after their augmentation, the look of pure desire.
Cody was sitting in the copilot's chair next to Brian, his seat reclined and his boots up on top of the control panels. "Yes I hate him but that doesn't mean I can let the guy get hit by a rocket launcher."
"True," Brian nodded, "Now here's the real question."
"Let's hear it."
"Alright, a Sangheili comes at him with an energy sword and is about to stab him. Would you-"
"Wait," Cody interrupted, shifting his body so that his ear was pointing in the direction of the sound, "Do you hear that?"
Brian listened, "Yeah, what is it?"
"Well Brian, I suppose it had to happen sooner or later."
"What had to happen?" Cody gave him a look, and he instantly understood, "Mother mercy. Is that them?"
"This is the most hilarious thing I have ever seen." Cody said.
"Then why aren't you laughing." Brian asked in a state of shock and confusion.
"Because it's also the most disgusting thing I've ever seen."
"Well, technically we're not seeing it."
"It's all the same Brian," Cody stretched, "You'll see that one day."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I have no idea."
This is the UNSC Marathon to the Nightingale. Nightingale do you read me?
"I think that's us." Cody said.
Brian leaned forward towards the COM speaker. "This is the Nightingale. We currently have all of the Spartans aboard. Give us orders."
Spartans? I thought they were all destroyed in the ONI facility.
"Spartan's don't die. We're just missing in action."
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Planet Sangheilios...
Thel Vadamee paced back and forth in his bedroom, his concerned mate observing him. "What festers you Thel? I have never seen you like this."
The Sangheilli huffed. "This new rule, it worries me so."
"Why is that?"
"A lord of an entire race? It seemsdangerous."
"Only if the lord is weak hearted."
"Indeed," Thel put one hand on the stone wall and drooped his head, "I have no confidence in our ruler. He has no boundaries, no council to go through. An unstoppable fool."
Thel's mate got out of her chair and placed a hand on his shoulder. "This can be a good thing my love."
"How so?"
"A Sangheili with honor, a Sangheili of justice, such as you could lead us. You would need no council with your judgment."
"Impossible. An entire bloodline would have to fall for me become the lord."
"An obstacle that is conquerable."
Thel brushed his mate's hand off of his shoulder and stepped in close to her. "What you suggest is treachery. Keep in mind that honor is stronger than love."
The female showed no sign of fear or intimidation. "And a woman is stronger than a coward." She stepped back and opened a drawer by their bed. She reached in and retrieved a golden hilt of an energy sword.
"No." Thel's voice was firm.
"Take it Thel, for the safety of our race."
"I will not!"
"Then you are not a true Sangheili!" Thels mate's words hurt more than a thousand plasma bolts. With so few words she had blurred his morals. She was a strong woman indeed.
Thel looked downwards at his hand, and began to raise it. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around the golden hilt.