Arbiter Attack
DISCLAIMER:
I do not own any aspect of Halo or Halo2. They are a creation of the
company Bungie.
Para surveyed his troops as they set-up base. Brutes were marking a banshee landzone while Buggers guiding down a Phantom carrying a Wraith and trigger happy recruits weilding plundered shotguns. The wind that swayed the fields green grass blades flapped his red flag viciously. His com-net buzzed into life.
"This is Rarae of Ghost patrol 16, we have found a gunned down jackal sentry, awaiting orders"
Before Para could reply a loud buzz filled the captains ear.
" Under fi..." the brute began but several new buzzs boomed through the com and the whine of Ghosts shutting down fizzed loudy before the channel was comsumed with static.
A sweat drop trickled between his eyes as he discovered all his sentries and patrols were being eeriely quite.
Then he discovered a shadow, moving towards his camp.
The wraith shot crashed into the Phantom, blowing the nearby Buggers into white clots of flesh. A next wave of plasma blasts blew the Phantom into a burning pile of purple plates.
Plasma rained from the sky, blowing the Banshees in all directions.
Para flew backwards, winded by a Banshee wing.
"This is camp Cobra, we require assistance urgently!" he shouted as Banshee oil sprayed onto his back.
When the Brutes ran for their vehicles, most of them died their limp bodies being thrown in all directions. The few that reached their vehicles found they were blown out recks wreathed in blue and purple flames.
Three Phantom reinforcements zoomed overhead, heading to the origin of fire. As soon as they approached the hills that concealed the enemy a stream of red, blue and green plasma blew them apart were they floated. Then came the charge.
A wave of Ghosts and Spectres formed up on the hills. They streaked forward, stopping 100 yards from the base. They opened fire, burning several young bloods through. Para hid behind a Wraith, a Brute splayed across the bonnet. A fourth Phantom flew forward and broke up the Elites formation. The vehicles retreated, any stragglers blown to bits. The pilot chuckled over the com-net. But in a momemt the Phantom exploded, a great green beam tearing through it. The Scarab emerged. Para tuned his com to the Scarabs frequency.
"Ha! Take it!" a human voice barked.
The Ghosts charged the Brute line, running down the brave ones who dared emerge from cover.
The Spectres disembarked their passengers.
The Elites drew their power swords and advanced on the line.
"Hold your ground!" cried Para, trying to hide his fear. He threw his Carbine to the ground, tore off his armour and galloped away on all fours. Run Run Run Crack!
A armoured fist sent him sprawling.
The Arbiter stood above him, leaning on a Beam Rifle.
" Just kill me Arbiter!" he cried.
The mighty Elite shook his head.
Para grinned " You don't have the nerve"
" Maybe not me, but she does," the Elites leader said, stepping aside. A black haired Earthling stood their, Battle Rifle at the ready.
BAM
Authors note: So what do you think? This is my first fan fic. Any praise, death threats, advice, criticism, mockery or pity is welcome