Emile's voice crackled over Vi's comms, his breath ragged and rasping "I'm ready! How about you?!" Looking up, VI saw Emile plunge his Kukri machete into the zealots throat as they both tumbled out of view. Moments later she was running up to the mass driver, a river of Convenant blood in her wake. See the mission through, get to Emile later, the only thoughts runnign through her head as her AI Jaxx keys her into the mass drivers system.
Screaming as she sent round after round into the sky, cutting the covenant forces to shreds. Barely registering the fact that the cruisers shield were down. With one last roar of anger she pulled the trigger, the mass driver slug punching clean through the cruiser with a satisfying explosion. She hopped out in time to see the Pillar of Autumn lift off, her breathing still hard as the last ship to leave reach disappeared from view. She'd done it, at the cost of her entire team, it was done.
"Hey! Six! Kinda pinned down here, little help?" Emiles voice crackled into focus, he was alive, the tough son of a gun was alive. And he needed help, badly.
VI turned and leapt off the mass driver, landing next to Emile and sending up a cloud of dust, his wound was bad, but he had that under control at least. Only problem was, he was in no state to get out without her help. "Jaxx, throw up a marker for the nearest pelican. We have a man down, and I wont let reach take him." As she spoke she picked up Emiles shotgun, followed by a groaning Emile, slingin him over her shoulder as best she could.
"Hey, Six! Watch the goods!" Cried Emile, in obvious pain as VI took off as fast as she could.
Shotgun blasts carved a path to the nav beacon provided by the AI as she moved, quickly having to start dodging plasma fire from any and all nearby elites. Still she moved, the path carving ever onwards as she double timed it around a pile of unidentifiable wreckage, to come face to face with a Zealot. With a savage cry of anger Vi pumped the remaining round of her shotgun into the enemy before her as its energy swrod cleaved into her visor shattering it and carving into her face. Still she trudged on, she was a spartan, a small wound won't take her down easily. Barely registering her own movements as she discarded the broken helmet, she could bring herself to care right now, not with the pelican so close.
Finally she reached the pelican, laying Emile down carefully before moving to the cockpit to fire up the engines. It was beat to hell but it had one last flight to make before dying, and she would make it fly. The Sabre launch base wasnt far, she could make this, she could get off planet and reach the Havannah, currently in high orbit on the darkside of the planet to ensure the Pillar of autumn gets out of the system. Minutes later it was in sight, along with her baby, the prototype YSS-1000 Anit-ship spaceplane, also known as a sabre. All too soon warning lights flashed up as the pelican began to lose altitude.
Swearing loudly Vi made her way to the back, locked Emiles armor and held him close as she locked her armor up and slid out og the back of the diving pelican. It was a close call, she almost brained herself on a rock on landing, but she was alive, and judging by the groaning, so was Emile. Unlocking both of their armors, Vi hauled Emile into the sabre launch base, and set the systems to automated launch. She made sure emiles armor was locked as she buckled him in, it was always a bumpy ride into space in these. Finally as she let Jaxx take over controls to get them to the Havannah, VI let her head lean back and let out a long pent up swearing spree.
- 6 months after the fall of reach -
"Well, you're clear for active duty VI, and these transfer orders do look interesting." Jaxx said over the comm unit of her new helmet. He'd managed to requitsition it somehow, these things usually took a lot longer, perks of having an AI.
"It's BS! This Wolf guy dosent know jack shit about me, like hell i'm taking orders from him! I bet he's fresh outta Spartan school!" VI screamed in response to the AI's comment as the transport pelican opened the rear door, revealing a lone spartan stood there, red and blue armor glinting in the light.
"SPARTAN B-312 I presume? Commander Wolf is waiting to debrief you, wants you in there in 5." Said the figure before turning to start walking away, pausing to sling a last few words over his shoulder. "Oh, I'm F322 by the way, I mostly get called Fezz, i'm assigned to this team alongside you."
