Halo: Team Silver
PROLOUGE
0350 Hours, March 11th, 2722 (Military Calendar)/
Romulu Madagascar System, Planet LongWood
Joshua squeezed through the two meter long corridor, built for Covenant engineers. He slightly turned his head enough to see two heavily armed Elites fire fuel rod cannons down the hallway. Casey, who was on the other side of the hallway, aimed her sniper at one of the Elites heads. She pulled the trigger and a 14.5 mm armor-piercing round flew into the Elites helmet, penetrating its shield and sending blood and brain onto the second Elites helmet. As the Elite struggled to clear his eyes, another Elite stood next, having not moved yet, waiting for enough suppressive fire, so it could fire its beam rifle. Two grunts jumped into the corridor, firing overcharged plasma pistols. The Elite with the beam rifle popped out from the side and fired at Joshua's ribcage It was a direct hit which killed him. The other Elite had finally cleared his eyes and had dropped its fuel rod gun and switched to its plasma rifle. He fired down the corridor again. Casey backed up and allowed Nick and Andrew to lay down some blanket fire from their battle rifles. Cory came up behind the two and sprayed MA5B fire down the hallway.
All of the armor-piercing rounds forced the Elites back down out the corridor reluctantly. They wanted there kills but understood they would have to wait to have them. They took a new route that their Covenant AI had setup for them. They jogged down the hallway to a door that detected their presence and hissed open. The two grunts ran in first, and the two Elites followed. They came out on the other side and spotted their kills. The four enemy contacts were making their way towards the bridge. The two grunts opened fire and smeared the door with plasma fire leaving smoldering black holes on the sides of the door. The lead Elite stepped forward and motioned for a cease fire. They followed behind and entered a big purple/white room. There was a ramp that lead to a platform in the middle. Many glowing panels surrounded the platform. Two of the enemy contacts were working on-top of the platform and saw them. They turned around and motioned at them. The Elites and grunts started to turn their heads when they were peppered with armor-piercing rounds. The clatter of spent shell casings enveloped the room and bounced off the walls.
By the time the Elites and grunts tried to charge the room again the Slipspace engines were online and there was a sudden rumble through out the ship and they were all thrown to the deck.
"Simulation end." A computer said over the loud speakers. "Score, Red team three, Blue team two. Red team wins." The computer added. The room they were in faded to a gray room. "Shit!" yelled ZanZuga. He was the Elite who carried the beam rifle. His helmet, along with everyone else's shone a brilliant silver. Tiam, the grunt and his brother Atu agreed. The Elite superior, LaTymee, walked out the door and the others followed. They entered another room, and found the five Spartans cheering their battle cry. "Wahoo! Shrill and Kill!" Those words were repeated several times. LaTymee walked in and saw Nick turn around. They stared in each others flaming eyes, grabbed each others hand and gave a quick hug. The entire group stood in a line. This is Silver Team.