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He hailed command, they responded faster then normal, "Zero-One-Three, what have you got for me?" responded a male voice from over the comlink, it was plagued by static, but the connection was there.
"Covenant Status: still passive sir, they haven't made a move yet. One thing to report, absence of sentries, possible reassignment? We don't know what their condition is, I'll report back as soon as we make a find."
"We'll be looking forward to it thirteen, Highland out." As soon as the connection was cut, Morgrim laughed,
"My ass," he said to himself, "Like they would really care, four reports, every morning, every night with the same answer, sometimes I wonder how Kitsun even stays awake," he thought to himself, whipping a branch that was in his way to the side.
He trudged through a small river, which only reached up to waist high on the tall Spartan III. He winced as he pulled his armored boot out of the mud on the bottom of the water, making a very audible sucking sound as his foot was released. He crouched, water reaching mid chest, as to not appear a large target to an enemy, should one be near. He stood, making a mental note to avoid that stream on his next trip back. Why did he have to take a different route each time?
He made it through quickly, trying to make as little noise as possible. Happy to see no movement on either side of the river, he moved on, yet every footstep was plagued with the dripping sound of small water droplets that clung to his armor.
The night was drowsy, a storm thundered off in the distance, and rain constantly pounded the already wet Spartan. He shrugged off the cold and the rain with an annoyed expression, only a matter of time before it started pouring. Which would most likely mess with his HUD.
As he approached the clearing they had used to make camp he stopped. Eyeing the rustling in the bush a few meters away.
"Rising" He said quietly, barely distinguishable.
"Moon" came the response he was looking for. Sara stood up to full height, roughly the same size as the already tall Spartan III, in both height and amount of muscle. Her maroon armor was trimmed with spots of gold, being the opposite of his forest and white set. She carried herself with an air of pride as she approached the campsite.
She reached into a pocket on her chest plate and removed a canister filled with a bright colored liquid. She activated it, and threw it into the center of the clearing. The container lit, shedding a dim, red light across the campsite and revealing the small tents the two Spartans used for shelter. That was all they had supply wise, everything else was loaded into their chest plates, or in their packs.
Sara removed her DMR from a strap on her back and sat down, Investigating its inner parts and mechanisms. Sara's fascination with the internal parts of weaponry always confused Morgrim.
"Again Sara?' he questioned as he sat down.
"Yes again Morgrim, I don't want my baby failing on me now do I?"
"Heh, you know the rifle's reliable enough to drag through anything, why waste your time?'
"Wasted time Morgrim?" She laughed, "If anybody's wasting time here, its you. We have been camped here for two days straight, sitting on our asses doing nothing, at least I'm prepared. What did you do?" She was right, "Commander, you really need to find some kind of hobby." She didn't look up from the rifle she held in her hands.
"I suppose your right,"
"Morgrim, you should know by now that I am always right." Morgrim couldn't see her face, but had no doubt she was smiling. He grunted at her response, and reached up to his helmet, and turning. A small rush of air released itself as his air tight helmet unsealed. His face was young, stern and battle scarred.
At the sound of his helmet unsealing, Sara unsealed her own, unaware she had even kept it on. Her blonde, almost white hair fell down to her shoulders. She flicked the tangled mess from her eyes with a twist of her head, and continued working.
Minutes passed, they turned to an hour, at an hour and a half, Morgrim slammed his fist down, "Damn it! We're Spartans what the Hell are we doing sitting here? We should be doing something! Stopping the Covenant advance in Quezon, or anywhere!" Morgrim was never patient, and in a foul mood ever since the assignment was given.
"Calm down Morgrim, were advanced Recon, were only about a kilometer from enemy lines! Think of how we--"
Movement in the brush. Both Spartans stood, holding their rifles at the ready. "Show yourself!" shouted Sara, the only answer they received was more movement, quickly it began retreating, Making a loud squawking noise as it fled.
"After it!" the Spartans raced after the movement, quickly putting on their helmets and knocking away brush and ducking under branches. Slowly advancing on the creature.
A large, armored fist reached out from the high grass to Morgrim's right and smashed into the Spartans helmet with incredible force. It knocked the Spartan back, and he tripped over his own feet. His shields were reduced to nothing.
A large Elite minor slowly walked out of the grass. "Keep going Sara!" He yelled as the Elite came closer. It clutched its fist, and its mandibles flailed around, as if in shock, "Aww, did I hurt your hand you son of a bit" He was pounced on. The Elite immobilized his arms, and legs, laughing as he did. As Morgrim struggled the Elite produced a long stream of foreign words from his mouth, recognizing a single one, "Human" The Elite slowly inched its hand towards his neck, trying his best to keep the Spartan from moving. He ignited his wrist mounted Energy blade, and Morgrim gained a bit of strength, "I won't die here!" his mind yelled.
He freed his arm and grabbed the Elite's wrist, twisting it to the point of it cracking. The Elite roared in pain and anger, but was unable to respond with another blow before the Spartan's gauntlet could land against the Elite's skull, just beside his split jaws. Morgrim grabbed the Elite's broken arm, and threw the Elite on the ground, in the very same patch of grass that he landed in moments ago. He ignited the Elite's wrist mounted blade by himself and forcing his weight on it, brought it down and slit the Elite's throat. It gasped and released one final dying breath, before laying still. He put his hands on the Minor's armored chest, gasping for breath. If that was anything but a minor, he had no doubt he would be dead by now. ".......that's 'Spartan' to you........Covie bastard,"
He pushed himself back on to his own feet, "Sara, you there?"
"Yeah, I'm alive, the movement was a jackal scout. when I saw he had friends waiting for him in a clearing, it got messy."
"Good to hear, I'll come to you."
Morgrim began to move jogging to Sara's position when he heard a noise behind him. He knew what it was as red dots filled his motion tracker. He picked up the pace, running at full speed to his partners position, as soon as he passed her he yelled, "Run! Follow me!"
Sara picked up her head from the dead Jackal, and sheathed her combat knife, wiping the Jackal's blood off her Bronze visor, and matching his speed seconds after he passed by.
In a desperate voice he yelled into his comlink, "This is Spartan zero-one-three, do you copy Highland?"
"Affirmative zero-one-three, this is Highland, go ahead."
"Highland, our position has been compromised, strike force is on the move directly behind us, moving back to camp two for immediate extraction!" A hail of Plasma flew past the two Spartans as all species of the Covenant open fired,
"Roger zero-one-three, dispatching Falcon now."
Sara analyzed every tree as it passed by, she was hit in the back by plasma, but she kept telling herself to keep moving, and don't look back. She glanced at Morgrim, and he was doing the same.
Finally a tree with a large letter "X" carved into its bark. She removed a detonator from her chest plate pouch, "First row of landmines" She clicked a large red button, "Armed!"
Behind them a large Elite Ultra planted his foot on the ground,
Boom! Both Spartan's laughed at the first few rows of the Covenant strike force were decimated by row after row of landmines.
Morgrim tripped and almost fell over a branch; before he could even lift his feet off the ground Sara grabbed his hand, resteadying him.
The sound of rotating blades entered the air in a sudden burst, "That's the Falcon!" yelled Sara over the Falcon's blades as well as the incoming plasma fire.
A sound dominating them all, a mounted turret spewed bullets, and when the Spartan's looked behind them, began tearing through the Covenant. The Falcon flew overhead and landed a few meters ahead. "Get on!" shouted a marine with an assault rifle. The Spartan's ran as fast as they could to the Falcon. They turned as soon as the first step on to the Falcon was made and began firing their DMRs, killing Covenant who were unshielded. The falcon took off, spinning and flying from the clearing.
"Dammit!" yelled Sara as Plasma Grenades broke through the trees. "Plasma Launcher! Pilot take Evasive action!"
It was too late, the Grenades stuck to the body of the Falcon, just before it was destroyed Morgrim saw several Phantoms flying towards them, Then the explosion.
Everything was a blur, wind rushed through the Falcons open doors as the Pilotless machine began spiraling out of control. "Lock armor!" Shouted Morgrim, almost being torn from the small handle he was holding on to. Then........Darkness
[Edited on 07.23.2011 9:12 PM PDT]