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Installation 00, the Ark
"Gun it Chief! Jump! Right into the hangar!" She screamed within his head. He complied.
With neck-breaking speed the battered warthog soared through air, right into the Forward Unto Dawn's narrow hangar. Crashing down onto the hangar's floor and flipping over twice, the now demolished warthog, came upturned to halt. Seemingly unfazed Chief crawled out from beneath the military vehicle, looking out for the Arbiter. Detecting him to his right, several feet away of his own position, nearby a scorpion battle tank. There was a moment of safety, barely enough to breath through, but it wasn't meant to last. As usual.
Without warning the Dawn suddenly shifted to the right, it's momentum letting the warthog slide over the metal floor towards the Spartan. Bringing his left hand up in time he stopped the several ton heavy vehicle and pushed it out of his way. Propping himself up, he hastened over the warthog just in time to witness the scorpion tank crashing directly into an exit out of the hangar. That fact alone wouldn't have caused the second long delay of looking at the crash, but the fact that the tank had undoubtedly moved in direction, as well as beyond the former position of the Arbiter proofed enough to cause this reaction from the battle-harded human.
His concern for the alien warrior rendered unnecessary, for but an eye blink later both Shangheili and Human looked each other mutually into their pair of eyes. Yellow and brown met intensively. A nod from each specimen, and they both went after their respective task. Thel 'Vadam raced off towards the spaceship's bridge, while John reached the hangar's holo projector, plugged Cortana out of his neural interface and into the projector's slot. Her sleek, violet holographic image emerged. "Hang on." And hang on he did. At once she powered up the Dawn's engines and began to navigate the ship away from the ark. Unfortunately the Dawn's velocity was some seconds later even to much for the Spartan's enhanced muscles and his hands lost grip of the holo tank.
A dreadful, female scream. "Chief!"
He uncontrollably spinned through the decreasing air oft he hangar, bouncing off the floor, oblivious of up and down. However, as a Spartan, he was trained considering every possibly occurring scenario. Therefore he was able to efficiently get hold on a hollow in the hangars base. Even the scenario of a 66 ton battletank falling at you. Impossible to see with the naked eye, Chief evaded the falling, metal beast by lying flat, nearly imprinting himself on the hangar's surface. Climbing the hollows coming before, back toward the holo tank was, after all, easy.
At maximum pace the Dawn urged away from the meanwhile imploding, unfinished Halo construct and towards an immense splispace portal.
"If we don't make it…" Cortana quizzically questioned, once she was again connected with John's neural interface, but was calmly, yet encouragingly interrupted by him.
"We'll make it." A pause.
"It's been an honour, serving with you John." They both relaxed, body as well as mind and waited.
Waited.
After a millisecond lasting flash, the space vessel was gone into the unfathomable depths of space.
Geth Space Station
"Light it up!"
Simultaneously four firearms open fire, nothing but wrecking the Geth Juggernaut, standing in her team's way, beyond help and repair.
'Argh, for the love of god, why do they always have to screech that way?'
Though she knew such thoughts would not help her team nor herself, she just wasn't able to not think of it.
"Grunt, up front. Legion, cover fire. Jack. Everything behind us. Tear it apart!"
"Battlemaster." Grunted the krogan supersoldier.
"Affirmative." A synthetic acknowledgement.
"Gee." came as delighted, girlish reply.
"Lets move, people, time's running low."
As one, they began to move through the corridor towards their exit point. An airlock in the hull of a heretic geth station, infiltrated by an special operations team. Sarah checked the mission timer on her Heads-Up-Display.
'1 minute, 48 seconds.'
Once Grunt stomped around the corner to their left, bullets started whizzing through the corridor. Immediately the fire was returned by the krogan youngling and the closest geth's chest exploded after a direct hit out of the krogans shotgun, a claymore. He pumped the shotgun, letting the heatsink escape and charged with a battlecry, head on into the next drone taking it apart. Meanwhile the rest of the team was around, opened fire and peppered the remaining geth drones with bullets.
"Forward!" she cried, over the last exchanged shots.
'1 minute, 17 seconds.'
Around the next corner. More geth, as usual. After sighting a Geth Prime, she roared out of the top of her lungs.
"Take cover!"
Sarah found herself right next to her krogan crewmember, feeling the high-velocity projectiles hitting the metal barrier she leaned on. With a tremendous crack, whose origin could only be Legion's Anti-Material Rifle, she heard one geth body thump down on the cold surface. Her head shortly sticking out of cover, she analysed her surroundings, imprinting the position of her enemys, noticing the airlock at the end oft he corridor. A plan formed in her mind.
"Grunt, left side! Pinn 'em down. Jack, Shockwave, head on and hit them hard! Legion, cover me. Wait for my command" Sarah barked.
Meanwhile she perceived the adrenaline rushing into her bloodstream, everything slowed down, her breathing became steady, her body relaxed. Then she tensed every muscle in her body, ready to strike, with a commanding, yet calm,
"Now.", she sprang into action.
Her green eyes watched as mostly all geth were stunned by Jack's Shockwave, a geth to here right unfazed by the biotic attack cracked open after Legion deemed it as threat to her, left she saw two drones suppress by Grunt's rapid firing Assault Rifle. All of this she observed in a small amount of heartbeats, as her body got up and began to strode forward, her M-96 Mattock Assault Rifle pressed to her right shoulder she started to pick targets. Disruptor Rounds tore through geth like a hot knife through butter. One Shot. One drone dead. Two shots. A Juggernaut down. Two more shots. Two more drones dropped. At last only a Geth Prime was still standing, just recovering from the convict's biotic shockwave, Sarah Shepard unleashed her last ten bullets into the Prime, vandalizing it completely.
Time began to slow down, her heart returned to beat at normal rate, she felt exhausted. She checked her Heads-Up-Display.
'32 seconds.'
"Let's check in home guys, before this station blows itself to hell." Shepard called out to them, a lopsided grin beaming up on her face, while opening the airlock and revealing the Kodiak Shuttle in front of it. Every crewmembers inside, the Kodiak began to speed up towards the nearby, opening hangar bay of the Normandy.
'14 seconds.'
Sarah opened the hatch before they even touched down inside the hangar. Jumping out, sprinting for the elevator, while screaming. „EDI, get me Joker!" „Ready, Commander."
'11 seconds.'
"The Commander wants to speak with you, Mr. Moreau."
"Roge.." Was all he could bring out.
„Get us out of here, Joker, now!"
"On it!" With that he accelerated his sleek, beautiful spaceship, the Normandy SR2, to full speed, whilst he launched the FTL drive.
After a millisecond lasting flash, the space vessel was gone into the unfathomable depths of space.
Author's notes:
So guys, this is my first published english fanfiction. Please, read, review and give me some notes. I have actually no clue how my writing feels to read for others. So I would very much appreciate it if you could criticize my overall writing and tell me how it's feeling while reading.
I know it's pretty short, but it's just for a start and getting some critics in.
Thanks,
fjun