I do not own Halo. Halo belongs to Bungie. Oc's belong to thier respective Authors. I belong to me and so does this story. It was the only word that could possibly describe the look on my face behind the helmet. And it wasn't the 'Happy shit', or the 'pleasantly surprised shit'. No. It was the 'Oh-fuck I think I just shit my pants shit'. A Hunter was in my opinion, not a heavy mobile weapons platform, but rather a goddamn walking tank with near impenetrable armor. The only thing that could blow through that armor was a rocket launcher and I currently did not have one, so that left improvisation. Something that I was never good at.
Shit
"Fuck!" I yelped in surprise, and quickly rolled to the right in an attempt to throw the hunters aim off and buy myself sometime to move.
It worked, but not as well as I had hoped as the hunters still fired at me. One of the green super-heated plasma blasts passed directly over my head, but the other exploded on the ground near me and I was washed in heat, flames and energy. The force of the blast propelled me through the air and I landed behind a few boulders a couple of meters away. I grunted in pain as I hit the ground, and all I could see and hear was stars and a loud buzzing in my ear. I tried to get up, but my muscles screamed in protest and agony, preventing me from moving. I could see the Hunters move towards me in my Peripheral vision and I desperately tried to get up, tried to fight back, but my body refused to work. I could only watch helplessly as the hunters stalked over towards me. One of the hunters raised its fuel rod cannon at me, and started to charge it. To me, it seemed like time had slowed down as I watched the motley green-white build up in intensity and I could hear the audible snapping and crackling of the air from the super-heated plasma.
I so desperately tried to move, so desperately attempted to fight, to at least try and take one of them with me, but I couldn't. I saw my death coming, and so I just closed my eyes, and waited for the searing hot blast of the Hunters attack.
It never came.
4 rapid fire Cracks of a sniper rifles booming report rang out in the area, and as I opened my eyes, I was treated to the sight of orange fluorescent blood exploding outwards of a hunter in a spray. The hunter groaned in pain, and then collapsed onto the ground with a massive Thud. Its bond brother roared in rage and sorrow, and turning to where the shots came from, fired its massive fuel rod cannon in wild inaccurate blasts. The ground seemed to rumble under the barrage of shots that the hunter was letting off, and I feared for the life of the mysterious sniper who had just saved my ass. Using all of my strength and willpower, I finally managed to get up onto my own two feet. The hunter was too damn busy to realize that I had finally stood up and that was it's fatal mistake.
With a loud cry, I sprinted towards the hunter. It heard me, but it was too slow to hit me, as the green blob of explosive plasma it shot at me missed me by a meter as I continued to run full speed at the hunter. Finally when I got within range, I lunged at the hunter with a leap and tackled it. The hunter must have been off balance, because it fell down onto its back with me on top as I hit it. The ground quite literally shook with our combined weight, but that was the last thing on my mind. The only thing on my mind was ending this gigantic tanks life. Grabbing my combat knife, I plunged it right into the neck of the hunter and was rewarded with a loud thunderous cry of rage and pain. Twisting and turning the knife, I then ripped it through the flesh and pulled the knife out. The hunters movements were weak and slow, but eventually stopped all together. When it stopped thrashing, I got off of the hunter, but nearly collapsed in pain. I could barely breath, could barely move, but yet I had to, I had to see if my mysterious guardian sniping angel was all right. Looking at the bush where the firing came from I yelled out
"I know you are there! Show yourself!"
A little bit of rustling came from some leaves a little bit ahead, and I instinctively reached for the MA5B Assault Rifle on my back which wasn't there.
"Wait Commander!" I heard one of my troopers yell out.
Immediately, a small picture of Pvt. Grey snapped up in my H.U.D. Letting out the breath that I did not realize that I had been holding, I relaxed my stance and stood at a slightly weary position. Pvt. Grey's helmeted head appeared out from behind a bush and I could tell that she was absolutely terrified. She was shaking slightly and her movements of walking towards me were clumsy and uncoordinated.
"Pvt. Grey! Report!" I barked at her.
She snapped to attention and answered in a broken voice.
"Sir! Our squad…. I could not find any of them. I- i….. What if they are dead sir?" she almost started to sob.
I was about to go over to her but stopped when I saw a mirage behind her. Experience told me that mirages were usually very, VERY dangerous.
I cried out her name. "Crystal!" But was too late as the mirage behind her materialized into a elite with a plasma rifle.
The back of Crystals head snapped forward with a jolt as the Elite clubbed her on the head. She fell down o the ground without a sound and did not get back up. The sight of that caused something inside of me to snap and I let out one of the loudest war cries I had ever shouted. Hurling myself at the Elite with reckless adbandon and with my knife unsheathed, I was determined to utterly destroy the offender that would DARE to harm my sister!
I tackled into the Elite and knocked it down to the ground, both of us squirming to be on top. My mind told me that this was a Commando Elite, a high prestige warrior class that is very dangerous. He had skill and it showed in his form while we were struggling, but I was fueled by white-hot rage and this lent me strength. With a loud, savage cry, I drove my blade into his throat. Purple blood gushed out in torrents and the Elite clapped his hands to his throat in a futile attempt to stem the blood flow. Grabbing his head, I twisted his head around, and the sound of singing vertebrae was sweet music to my ears. I was going to check on Crystal, but the roars of two nearby Elites stopped me from doing so. Reaching down, I yanked my knife out of the Elites throat, and looking at my radar, I whipped the knife in the direction of the one of the red blips.
I was rewarded with a howl of pain from one of the Elites and I grinned in satisfaction.
"Bullseye!" I cried out
However, the smile quickly disappeared into a frown of frustration as the second Elite rushed at me with an Energy Sword drawn. Spotting the Energy sword handle on the thigh of the now deceased Elite, I picked it up and snapping my arm down and outwards and squeezing the handle, the magnetic field contained plasma, sprang to life with a Snap-hiss!
The Elite swung its blade a me a head level, intent on cutting my head clean off. Flicking the sword upwards, I managed to parry its attack and the blades met together in a flurry of sparks. The Elite immediately swung at my mid section and was just able to step backwards and avoid having my guts spilled onto the ground. Using the brief null as an advantage, I lunged forward but the Elite stepped backwards and swung at my legs where I then jumped over the blade. Our blades met again in a series of clashes and sparks and again we both disengaged, only to run at each other and lock blades once more. To anyone watching us, it would seem as if the two of us were locked in a deadly, beautiful dance that was perfectly synchronized. However, his was far from a dance and this was not beautiful. This was war.
Once again we clashed blades and this time we locked together in a power struggle. I grunted and ground my teeth together in pure rage and fury and pushed as hard as I could. Why would this ting not die?
It snapped its mandibles at me and strained just as hard against me. The blades passed dangerously close to my head as it started to gain the upper advantage. The internal temperature inside my MJOLNIR suit skyrocketed and static washed over my H.U.D.
With a roar, the Elite slashed me across the visor, cutting it and scraping against my forehead, where it just passed above my left eye, across my face and just below my right eye. I cried out in agony and flinched away, dropping the sword in the process. Ripping my helmet off, I was blinded by the blood in my eyes and could not see the Elite, which then proceeded to knock me onto the ground. I tried to see the Elite, but I couldn't and so I frantically reached for the sword but was stopped when the Elite stomped on my arm and kicked me in the chest, knocking me flat on my back.
Raising a hoof, it then stopped onto my chest and leaned its head in close. Red hot pain flared across my face and I could hardly move from the crippling pain.
It's mandibles moved and the translating software in my suit directed the translated Covenant dialect into my Cochlear implant.
"Your destruction is the will of the gods demon… and we… we are there instruments!" It roared out the final part and raised its sword high into the air, preparing to impale me against the ground.
Snapping my hand for my magnum in a final desperate movement, I grabbed the handle, whipped up the magnum and jammed it against the Elites midsection.
"Go to hell!" I screamed, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The Elite recoiled and looked down at the now gaping hole in it's stomach. Blood was pouring out and it raised it's head to look at me with surprise and pain filled eyes. I pulled the trigger again.
Bang!
The Elite coughed up Purple blood and splashed my armor with it. Still the Elite did not go down and so I hammered the trigger in an desperate attempt to put it down.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
After the Magnums loud report had stopped echoing, I looked at the Elite. It gave me one last, final glare before its eyes glazed over in death, and the Elite fell off of me to the side. I did not feel any pain, but rather immediately went to check on Crystal.
Her breathing was almost non-existent, and I feared the worst, until I barely heard her groan. I felt my heart jump at that, and I was going to start treating her, until I heard a pained whimper. Snapping my head and magnum up to the left, I was treated to the sight of the Elite that I threw my knife at. It was propped up against a nearby tree, vainly trying to pull the knife out of its chest. Blood was flowing freely, and its breaths were becoming labored as its struggles weakened. I had half the mind to just let it bleed out and let it suffer in agony, but my tactical mind screamed at me that the Elite was still a threat until it was well and truly dead. Checking to ensure that I still had bullets in my Magnum, I started to stalk over to the Elite. To its credit, the Elite did not cower away, rather just glared at me with eyes that told of a spirit that would never give up. It growled as I got close but it could not do anything too win and it knew it. I crouched down by the Elite, and placed my magnum to it's head.
"You bastards have killed so many of my brothers and sisters. You will pay for what you have done Elite. Tell your gods that instruments can be broken." I hissed at the Elite, feeling my finger tighten on the trigger.
When I observed the Elite for a second, however what I saw made me pause in surprise and shock. The Elite was not as tall as the rest and actually seemed quite short compared to regular standards, maybe seven feet. Its skin did not seem nearly as rough as the other Elites and actually seemed smoother and shinier. As well, its body was not anywhere near as muscled as the regular Elites, and its body held more of a feminine hourglass figure than a muscled V-shaped torso.
I drew back in shock. Bloody hell, this was probably a female Elite! Looking back down at the Elite, I could see that the Elite had passed out. It…She was still breathing but barely.
"Shit." I muttered to myself and digged into my Trauma Kit. I grabbed some bio foam, and after carefully pulling my knife out of the Elites chest, quickly placed the nozzle into the Elites chest and sprayed the bio foam inside. One the Bio foam had hardened, I went to go check on crystal. I did not want to take off her helmet in case she had a broken skull or neck so I just left it on. There was nothing else I could do beyond that, so after spraying antiseptic fluid on the cut on my face which stung like a bitch, I went over to and picked up my MA5B which was still working.
That was when I saw him. The Spartan was wearing a brown colored Up-Armored Grenadier variant helmet with a black visor. He also had the Grenadier prototype chest piece and Security shoulder pieces. He was also tall, easily 7 and a half feet. His only weapon was MG turret which he held at the ready and pointed at me. His only other noticeable weapon was his combat knife.
Snapping my Assault Rifle off of my back and aiming it at the unidentified Spartan, I barked at him "Who are you? Identify yourself!"
There were a few tense moments before his audible speakers opened up and what I heard him say made my heart skip a beat "Oly oly oxen free. How are you doing Alex?"
Dun dun dun. Who is this female elite? Is Private Grey/Crystal all right? Who is the unidentified Spartan? You will just have to wait and find out next chapter.
Anyways, im back from Mexico and im burnt to all hell like a deep fried lobster. I typed this up when i had time to do it soooo yeah.
Personally this chapter felt rushed and so like crap to me. Truth is, it probably is, still all feedback except flames are welcome so please review.
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