Unholy Warriors

Chapter One

I am not, in any way, responsible for the great work done by Bungie and Microsoft-but I wish to the gods that I did. Espescially Cortana... :D

Jack wove his way through the alien jungle, approaching the target with an impossibly quiet but quick gait. Armed only with a SMG and a half-charged plasma pistol, he kept

wary of any enemy ambush. Three meters to his right and nine meters behind him, he knew, was Keira covering him with her SPNKr launcher. That, and the mission panic button.

Hopefully she wouldn't have to use it. Not that it would matter.

The Spartan-III momentarily reflected on the events of the last 36 hours. The operation-draw Covenant forces so that an UNSC fleet with Spartan-laiden drop-pods could board

the enemy held space station Cradle and recapture it-had gone off at a nice start. They had easily decimated the Covenant artillery in the mountains to the north-west. They had just

as flawlessly taken out the subsequent army, that had apparently thought that they had them pinned down in the prarie, with a combination of captured plasma artillery, SPNKrs, and

heavy machine turrents. But they hadn't noticed the gigantic squadren of Banshees moving in from the south in the cover of the mountain range. Low on ammo and lower on energy, it

had been an absolute slaughter. Now Jack and Keira were the last Spartans on this world. They were sure that their brothers and sisters had captured Cradle. Now their objective

was to head to the fall-back point-the bay that lead out into the south-western sea.

But a Covenant armor patrol had cut them off, and while they had managed to take out one of the Wraiths and both Hunters, they had lost their 'Hog. The only way that they

could make it out alive was to take out the remaining tank and continue to the pick-up point.

Jack now saw the target. It's left side was facing him, and he began to plan his attack. If he attacked from the Wraiths rear-right, the tank would turn right to attack him-a move

that would remove any chance of the driver from seeing Keira and her SPNKr. Distracted, it would not have time to dodge the rocket.

Waiting until the Wraith had passed to his left slightly, Jack now charged. Facing the machines rear, he opened up with his SMG. Nine caliber rounds bounced of the purple

metal, creating a myriad of sparks. The Wraith stopped, and began to turn around. But it was turning around the wrong way. It was sure to see Keira. At that distance, the Wraith had

the advantage. All it had to do was fire several "perimiter" volleys, keeping Keira contained until it could move in. Jack had to do something-but armed with a sub-machine gun, he

couldn't do much. Very well. He would have to improvise, just like Cheif Mendez and Leiutenant Ambrose had always taught them.

"Take cover!" he screamed before yelling a battle cry and leaping on to the purple behemoth. He crawled over to the alien cannon at the back, placed his hands on the edges.

and, gritting his teeth, pulled with all his strength. Normally this would have been futile, but with stress, new waves of strength radiated through his body. The cannon slowly jerked

upward, until it was at a practically 90 degree angle. The cannon discharged uselessly, the plasma bolt landing ten feet from the hood of the vehicle. But the force knocked Jack off the

back of the Wraith. He managed to grab the back, however, and crawled back on. He then ran over to the cockpit, and roaring, slammed the hood with his fist. Damaged, the hood

came off easily. Dual-wielding both his SMG and plasma pistol, he subsequently unloaded into the cockpit. With both weapons depleted, all that remained in the tank were broiling

ribbons of flesh.

Kiera ran over with lightning speed. Jack gave her the thumbs-up. She returned the gesture with the two-fingers-over-faceplate "smile" that Spartans used.

"Is it still operational?" she asked, gesturing to the smoking interior.

"Yeah, that's just the Elite," he said. "The cannon's in good shape, too. You wanna drive?"

"Sure." Jack sat down in the seat and allowed Keira to sit in his lap. The tank then began to rumble down on it's long journey down to the south. Hopefully they had enough fuel

to get there.

Jack felt a sense of joy at having Keira so close. Most thought that Spartans had no sex drives, there was no such thing as Spartan romance. But the next generation of Sprtan-

IIIs did, so male subjects could add testosterone to their arsenal. There was no denying his feelings that Jack had for Keira. His Keira.

It had all started back in training. During a routine field training drop, he and Keira were the last to jump. But just then, the Pelican hit a spot of turbulence, and the dropship

crashed. The pilot died instantly, and Keira had to give Jack mouth-to-mouth resussitation. In the middle of this, Jack woke up-and gave her mouth-to-mouth right back. During the

two-week long walk back, they had bonded quite well-and, when time permitted, explored this strange, alien form of contact.

Now, Jack slipped his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder. Keira, surprised but not startled, leaned back into him. Jack felt himself grow hard, but he was on a

mission it would have to wait 'till they got back to base.

The Wraith rumbled off into the night.

If you noticed that this fic has dissapeared twice before this, I've been having some technical difficulties.

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