"Daredevil!"
Buck called to her over the enormous amounts explosions raining around them. It was doubtful that she had heard him, but he had at least try to reach her. A grunt raised it's plasma riffle setting off another round of fire at the ODST's back scaring the heavy armor located their. It was tough and durable, but it was not of Spartan make. It could only stand so much before it gave way exposing the flesh beneath. Humans were only
That after all. Flesh and bone, Muscle and blood, heart and soul.
The solider turned setting several rounds of machine gun spray. The gun was heavy and straining to his already exhausted muscles, but it did pack the extra punch he was looking for when facing flyers. The grunt fell to the already soiled ground with a silent thud. Well at least that was one enemy he didn't have to worry about. He settled the gun back into position, lugging it back up over his shoulders. If he was right, it still would be useful in the near future.
The loud roar of a banshee engine caught him off guard for a few moments as it's large shadow passed over head speeding towards the battle no doubt for the covenant cause. If Buck could pick one thing that he hated most about the disgusting creatures, it would be they cheated…
"Daredevil!"
He tried again over their communications link only to be met once again with silence. An eerily feeling crept up his spine weaving its way through out his body leaving him quite cold. Even the extra layer of thermal skin inside of his suit could not protect him from himself. The silence was really getting to him, playing tricks on his mind.
His boots clanked against the metal ground below him as he ran no longer caring for hiding his presence. The aliens already knew they were there, why hide it any longer? A small beep on his helmet lit up suddenly pausing him in mid-stride. A 'S.O.S' beacon. Someone was injured. He only prayed it wasn't one of his teammates.
Changing course, he maneuvered down a large hallway. Covenant bodies mingled with Marines in a disgusting mix that would forever be implanted in his soul. It was amazing just how much damage wars like this one could leave behind on the mind. In his later years, he would talk about this with whatever family he had left and muse over just how afraid he really was. If he lived that long anyway...
He adjusted his shoulders dropping the large weapon in favor of a more suitable one for this terrain. The flash light on the end of his battle riffle illuminated the blackness of the tunnels giving him full visual range. Something he had been lacking before. A twitch of movement amongst a pile of fallen aliens.
He jumped over a large brace that seemed to have fallen from a stray laser rifle beam. Stupid aliens. Now they were even killing themselves. He half beat it was one of the foolish grunts which fired the shot; those things were never the brightest of the group anyway. The twitch continued as the beacon's hum grew stronger on his helmet hub. Whoever was seeking assistance was there..under the scumbags of the universe.
"Easy Solider," Buck began unsure if the being was still conscious or even alive for that matter, twitching meant nothing. He pulled at a fallen elite accidently snapping its jaw in an awkward position. If it had not been for his strong gloves, the soft skin upon his palms would have surely slit open wide. That was something he was not looking forward to. As humans, they still weren't quite sure of the numbers of bacteria that these beast carried. He pulled the body down before reaching for the next.
It seemed like hours had passed before the last body had been pulled off the dulled set of arm though only a few moments had pasted. Holding his breath, Buck turned the being over eyes widening in shock as he took in the broken helmet glass and the familiar markings reserved for his special unit.
"Oh man, Rookie, what did you get yourself into?"