Games I like:,
Half-Minute Hero
MBU
Portal
Halo 3 is the best Halo ever
Maps I like: Turf, Avalanche, Pylon, Sandbox, Breakpoint and many more.
Chapter 6!
Chapter 6: Why did it have to be aliens?
UNSC Honeysuckle, July 30, 2330 hours
it didn't take us long to suit up. After a quick briefing, Flame snatched the keycard from my grasp. We suited up, and headed through a maze of burning passages and frightened cleaning staff. After narrowly avoiding being burnt to a crisp, we arrived at the hangar. And met Captain Duncan, standing in our way. He was holding a magnum at us. "You're under arrest for assaulting an ONI officer! One more move and your dead!" He cried, pointing the weak side-arm at my helmet. There was large crack and Duncan once again fell to the ground. Shadow stood behind him. "Son of a gun, that man is a total jack-ass" I heard him mutter, as he kicked the limp body. I was going to join in, but Flame had already gone past us towards a longsword fighter. 'Hop aboard" He instructed.
It wasn't the easiest flight in. Although we had reflective mirrors to camouflage us, when you're caught trying to sneak your way into an alien vessel, while in the midst of a battle, things can get pretty heated. More than once we were hit by a stray plasma bolt. After a lot of jostling, we finally landed, a little more beaten up than when we first started, on the alien deck. I was thinking running out the rear ramp, guns blazing, when I received a joyful punch in the stomach. "This way you fool!" Flame hissed. He instructed me to a small trapdoor in the cockpit. "Secret exit" Came Pulses voice over the comm. I looked up at the outside cameras, and saw two lower class elites guarding the hangar. The mirrors on the longsword seemed to have worked. As I was climbing through the secret hole, I heard the port doorway hiss open. Crack was standing at the door, holding a Frag grenade and a knife.
It was short battle. But a deadly battle all the same. Flame jumped onto Crack, the grenade, pin drawn, tumbling at the elites, just before a blue bolt of plasma hit him. It dissipated on the inner hull of the longsword. Meanwhile, I took aim at the first elite's head and fired. The elite's shields were weakened from the grenade. As soon as the bullet struck He was knocked dead. Pulse took down the second one, while Shadow ran out with his shotgun. Both elites were dead, and now the whole team was exposed to any reinforcements. There was an alien language coming from one of the corpses. Radios I thought to myself. "We better get out of here now." Flame called. He was running up a bright yellow ramp. Shrugging, I took the radio and followed him.
The ramp led to a long stretch of hallway. One end held what seemed to be an elevator, the other went on to who knows where. A cold mist surrounded me. "Methane" Shadow said. "Damn Grunts can't breathe without it". 'So which say Sarge?" finished Shadow."Take the lift" called Flame, over the comm. "And for god's sake be careful!". "Chief, this lift is locked down" Pulses news mad me stop cold. "Can you unlock it?" "I'll try, but it's going to take some of my best hacking skills" Pulse opened a small hatch next to the door, and started to fiddle with the wires. He hooked a small keypad, and typed like mad. "Should be easy enough, Covenant use the same sort of number system the Romans did, with Letters taking the numbers. Bingo" The doors slid open. Satisfied, Shadow walked in. The rest of us followed. "Now take us to the Bridge"
The doors slid open. They were facing a blue tunnel. "Pulse, where are we" Crack asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "Damn lift didn't take us all the way. Covies must have shut it down. They know were on board. " The lights went out above them. "Were gonna have to take the service shafts up. According to the last recorded layout of a Covenant corvette, there should be one about 400 meters up." I pulled up the silenced DMR from my back, and turned its light on. Flame covered it with his hand. 'No, lights are too obvious. See that little switch on your keypad? Flick it'. Obeying, the room suddenly lit up. "VISR, Low light vision filter. Essential for all stealthy operations. We walked in silence, weapons in hand. The tunnel got wider, a several hallways branched off into the side. I heard a noise. Raising my weapon, I aimed it down the hallway I thought the noise had come from. A small light up, and a green shot flew towards me through the darkness. I ducked, just in time,. I glanced up, and several more lights showed up. Large blue discs also appear on some of the lights. "Jackals!" Shadow yelled, and dragged me off to the side. A small firefight erupted. Green light lit up the corridor, and soon we were forced behind the cover. I pulled out a grenade, and chucked it in. That was a big mistake. The hallway erupted into blue flames, and I smelt burnt flesh. Peeking my head over, I saw the aliens corpses blackened. It was a good thing I was wearing a helmet, as I let a small amount of air leek in and I almost vomited. The blue mist circled us again. 'the methane's up here too?!" Pulse's, surprised voice came over the comm. Crack was kicking the nearest Jackal to us. "Take that you bird freaks!". We continued down the hallway, and reached the service shafts. "I hope you know how to climb" came Flames voice.
The dome-shaped bridge of the covenant vessel glinted purple from the light the machines gave off. My gaze quickly fell towards a group of elites, all wielding the same swords the ones at the Rebel base used, along with a few gorillas, scratching their buttocks. One of them turned around, and soon enough ours were on the line. One thing I noticed, apart from firing at these monsters, is that the gorillas were firing red bolts plasma bolts from their rifles, not the average blue that elites shot. I peeked up for a split second, and as my training took effect, I aimed, fired and ducked in less than a second. One of the monkeys had died, but there was still one more. And the elites with swords were coming. Going out again, I saw the final gorilla had died. I noticed a hole in its helmet, red blood pouring out. Shrugging, I fired at elite. I watched it fall to the gleaming surface of the bridge, its companion falling over its corpse. Taking the advantage, I stuck around the outside, and headed for the controls. As I was running, I crashed into what seemed like thin air. But after I heard that familiar roar of rage, once I saw the elite materialize, I knew this was not thin air. It held a small energy dagger. I watched, as the room around me slowed down, the elites forearm swing down, its triumphant grin upon its face. I also noticed a pipe above its head. Filled with blue gases. Methane, I thought. Too late, I realized the elite were still swinging its dagger down. I rolled to the side, feeling the heat of the dagger as it brushed against my arm. Rolling again, I mustered my last reserve of strength and pulled out my magnum. The effect was instant. As the bullet struck against the glass, an explosion resulted, burning the elite alive. My arm also suffered burns. Limping up, I noticed Flame planting the bomb inside a large water feature in the centre of the bridge. Over the comm. link, he said 'Bomb planted. We have 10 minutes! Everyone back to the lift!" Crawling, I desperately tried to catch up. My body failed me, and I collapsed outside the doors. The rest of the escape was a blur of movement. Flame dragging me and heaving me onto his shoulder. Sprinting into the landing bay. Flame leaning me against the longswords wall as he grabbed a med kit from the wall. I dozed off for the bumpy ride back to the Honeysuckle.
I awoke onboard the longsword. Pulse and Shadow were nowhere to be seen, Crack was sitting on a nearby seat, staring into the distance. Flame was crouched over my arm, tending my wounds. 'Get us out of here Pulse! We have a wounded". "Okay, okay, hold on to your helmet." The engines gave off a loud roar, and we slowly rose. I tried to lift myself up, but Flame held me down. "Get some rest, you took a serious beating over there." I noticed he had a plasma burn on his shoulder. Weakly obeying, I rolled my eyes to the outside cameras. There was a large amount of elites streaming down the yellow walkway. They were holding plasma rifles. They can't get us anyway I told my aching body, trying to remove the stress of immeninent danger brought. I felt something cold in my hand. It was the detonator. I glanced up at Flame. He just nodded at me. Holding my breath, I moved my thumb down. It seemed to have used the last of my strength, but I heard the satisfying click of the button. Glancing up to the view screen, I watched as the Bridge started to erupt, but it didn't destroy the ship. Instead, the ship started to make a head on collision to the Honeysuckle
We skidded into the docking pad, the longsword alight. It didn't do much other damage, seeming as though it was almost destroyed. Hoisted onto Flames back, we ran to the drop pods. Flame had talked about it in training: "If you're in a burning ship, and everything seems lost, just drop". I noticed Captain Duncan was closely following us. He was clutching his shoulder. We soon arrived at the drop pods. Flame shoving me into one, he closed the hatch. The view screen showed the heads of the rest of the team. Flame wildly jammed some buttons on the screens, and Captain Duncan, The captain of the Honeysuckle and Mclivert showed up. After watching Flames helmet pop into a screen, I felt the whooshing of the drop pod, as it slid away from the ship. "Hold on tight team!" I heard the urgent voice of flame. As I entered atmosphere, I saw the others pull a metal cord. Glancing, I found it and held on to it. Letting my body go limp, my body weight pulled the cord down. Several minutes after, we crashed into the surface of Reach.
[Edited on 10.15.2011 12:35 AM PDT]