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The humans were very uncomfortable as they tried to sit in the jump seats that weren't designed for them. Also they were cramming more people into the troop compartments then it was made for which didn't help. Caption McNeal took a seat in the cockpit as Jones crudely hooked the laptop to the ships console. With only one seat Jones was force to stand as he typed a series of commands once he had the computer hotwired in.
"All ready sir," Jones said without looking up "I'll still have to translate it but making my response will be a lot easier."
"What every you say son." McNeal said "Everybody buckle in were going air born." McNeal closed the side hatches and eased the drop ship into the air. Once off the ground and facing the right direction McNeal pushed the throttle forward causing the drop ship to lurch forward. Several troopers fell off their seats because of this. Jones stared at his computer screen waiting. When they were about 15 miles from the Covenant's main base a message of the Covenant's strange language played across his screen. Jones read the message and quickly converted it to English in his head:
Identify yourself immediately. Jones quickly typed his response.
Drop ship 67THGW76A3 returning from supply drop. Jones had to be careful of his wording and ordering for Elites speak to other Elites different then say Grunts and so on. The pilot was an Elite and Jones could tell from his word selection and formality he was also speaking to an Elite.
verification? Jones looked at a note he had wrapped in plastic and kept in the inside pocket of his uniform jacket.
Verification code: 6857456245614768126844A5 Jones sent the rather long code that they had gotten from Hamanee Jones didn't want to think about how much trust they were putting in a code they got of a enemy prisoner of war.
Code received…confirmed proceed to docking bay 12.
"They bought it head to docking bay 12 sir." Jones said.
"Outstanding," McNeal said "just one thing private I have no idea where that is."
"Sorry sir give me a second." Jones said typing again.
Requesting navigation marker to docking bay 12.
Granted.
"There you go sir." Jones said
"Thank you private." McNeal said as a triangle appeared over the front view port. Jones looked back down to see a message waiting for him.
You tired or you just lazy? This threw Jones off a little he didn't think he would have to carry a conversation with anyone.
Tired. Jones typed slowly and sent it not really sure how to proceed.
You are running a little behind. Jones stared at this for a second before he had an answer.
Those damn gas suckers took their sweet time and didn't know were anything went and kept asking me. It was very taxing.
Yeah will don't work too hard. You pilots are just glorified shofers.
I'll just have to remember that when your wounded and need evac.
"They bought it hook line and sinker sir." Jones said surprised at his own cunning.
"All right everyone get set to come out swing we will be docking in three minutes." McNeal said as he eased off the throttle. A second later they entered a clearing. Jones stood up to look out the cockpit window and a spike of adrenaline rushed through his blood. As far as he could see was purple lit by dots of pale work lights. Nothing but performed buildings, parked vehicles and piles of creates littered the ground for miles and in the middle of it all was a hovering frigate about a 1000 meters off the ground. Jones could only imagine how many Covenant were stationed here. Mendez was right they could just wipe us out Jones thought. Why the hell didn't they was his next one. The drop ship shuddered as it passed through the base's energy shield.
Drop ship 67THGW76A3 on finial approach. Jones typed remembering his job.
Received. You are cleared to proceed to the docking bay.
"We're cleared all the way in." Jones said. McNeal only nodded this time as he concentrated on lining up his approach. McNeal eased off the throttle a little more as they neared the shimmering purple square that was the shield of docking bay 12.
"30 seconds." McNeal said as the front of the ship entered the Covenant ship.
"Try to keep this as quit as possible as long as possible," Jenkins ordered "Right side go up and work down. Left side rope down and secure the floor." Jenkins was talking about the three levels of walks ways around the docking bay. McNeal brought the ship to a stop so the right side troop compartment would unload on the top level walk way.
"Show time." Was all McNeal had to say. Corporal Smith who was on the left side had just hooked his rope to some kind of ring built into the troop compartment. He had bent his knees and grabbed the rope in front of his harness with his left when the hatch opened. Smith and the seven other troopers kicked off with their legs and let their ropes fall behind them. Using his right hand to grab the rope from behind him so he could slow himself down. Smith looked down and could see a very confused Elite who was looking up and trying to figure out what was happening. Smith couldn't help put almost feel sorry for the unlucky bastard as he loosened his right hand to drop a little faster. The Elite had just enough time to see Smith's boots before they smashed into his face knocking him to the ground. When Smith landed on the floor he shoulder his silenced assault rifle and fired a burst into the knocked out Elite's head. His shield was still down after Smith's boots left imprints in his face, so the rounds met no residence as they splattered the Elite's brains on the floor.
"Light 'em up!" Smith shouted as the rest of the team landed a heart beat later. The rest of the trooper unless as hellish cross fire on the Covenant working on the floor. At the same time the rest of the ODST charged out the other side and onto the third catwalk, slaughtering a Grunt pushing a cart filled with mechanical looking parts. Other then the Grunt the catwalk was deserted leaving the troopers free to charge to the door at the other end and descend the ramp to the second level catwalk. On the second catwalk a group of four Jackals had finely processed what was happening and had active their shields and stood shoulder to shoulder their shields over lapping. They raised their plasma pistols ready to send a volley at the troopers fighting on the docking bay floor. The first trooper to make it out onto the second catwalk was Private Jordan and he saw the Jackals right away and instead of slowly down to raise his weapon he continued forward at full speed, at the same time placing his arms in front of him. His hands hit the two Jackals in the middle of the small phalanx square in the their backs sending them over the edge. The two other Jackals each turned their heads to look at the place where their comrades stood just moments before when Jordan grabbed each their necks and lifted them off the ground. They were both so shocked they dropped their pistols and would have dropped their shields if they weren't attached to their arms. Jordan brought them so they were looking him in the face and hanging over the edge.
"Bye boys," he said a twisted smile touching his lips "be sure to write." With that he let them go, the smile never leaving Jordan's face even as they hit the ground with a wet smack. The rest of the troopers had reached the catwalk by then, saw Jordan had everything under control and proceed to the next door to reach the floor. Meanwhile on the docking bay floor the last Grunt was cut down in no less than 30 rounds from three different troopers. The floor secure the troopers charged into a door and up a ramp where the humans encountered their first casualty. An Elite had rallied what little troopers he had and placed them in the hallway the troopers on the floor now stood at the end of. Three Jackals knelt in front their shields held steady with five Grunts behind them and finely he himself stood his plasma rifle in hand. The first trooper never had a chance as a flurry of needles hit him in the chest and stomach, courtesy of the Grunts and a hail of plasma bolts from the Jackals. He was dead before he hit the ground and when he did the needles exploded causing everything within 5 feet of him to be painted with his blood and gore.
The rest of the troopers had enough time to duck back around the corner. The trooper who was unlucky enough to be right at the edge of the corner stuck his assault rifle around the corner and blindly fired emptying his magazine. Unknown to his or to any human for that matter he had killed one of the Grunts who had charged forward past the Jackal's shields. The Elite ordered his troops to remain behind the shields and then ordered a pair of Grunts to ready plasma grenades to throw at the hiding humans. Two Grunts waddled up to the front of the shields and both ignited a grenade ready to throw when the trooper suck his rifle back around the corner and fired again. The rounds bounced harmless off the Jackal's shields but it started one of the Grunts causing him to drop the lit grenade. When it went off the explosion caught the other grenade to go off as well blowing most of the group to bits. the two survivors, the Elite and a Jackal, where over whelmed in a hail of gun fire from the marines heading from the top down. The two groups looked at each other. Jordan keyed his mike.
"The bay is ours," the ODST reported "moving to rally point now." In the mean time Jones was busy trying to hard wire his lap top to a Covenant data port. He stared at the panel containing different colored wires and crystals. He thought for a moment before rearranging a few of the crystals and cutting two of the wires. That complete Jones used two wire to jump his lap top in were to his satisfaction the strange symbols that the Covenant used for their written langue appeared on its screen. He then went to work trying to find the engine room and removing any security lockouts. After a few moments a map appeared on the screen and a blinking dot in what was a docking bay to represent their location. A moment later a dotted line leading from the dot snaked its way thought the ship and stopped at a green triangle. The way to the engine room.
" Lieutenant!" Jones shouted over his shoulder "I got the way." Jones turned back to his computer. News symbols played across the screen with great urgency. Jones's eyes moved from side to side as he tried to keep up. As he read his faced formed into a scowl. Jenkins had come up behind him by that point.
"Report." Jenkins ordered. Jones's head whipped around in surprise and fear a unsettling look on his face.
"I know the way to the engine room and I have disabled the locks to the doors but the ship's scanners have already picked us up." Jones explained talking with a hint of fear in his voice "They don't know we're hostel yet but they are dispatching a security detail to the bay now."
"How long till they get here?" Jenkins asked her eyes narrowing. Jones looked back at the screen reading more of the report.
"15 minutes," Jones said turning back around to face Jenkins "it seems it's not a top priority they think it's a malfunction after all we are in the heart of their main base."
"Alright! You two with us," Jenkins ordered pointing at Jordan and Smith. Smith jogged over with a little concern in his eyes. Jordan strolled over with a smile a mile wide on his face. "The rest of you set up defensive positions you'll have company in," she looked at her clock displayed in the green eye piece over her left eye "11 minutes. Take your ques from Sergeant Kelly and Captain McNeal." The rest of the troopers began to spread out and create over lapping fields of fire on all the entrances. Jenkins waved her arm towards a door and the five trotted over to it Mendez lugging his damage pack and Jones his laptop. The door sensing their presence opened for them revealing an empty hallway bathed in purple light the Covenant favored.
"Jones take point," Jenkins ordered "lead us to the engine room." Jones nodded and started to move in front of the group. "Oh and Jones." Jenkins said in a voice that caused Jones to stop and look back. "We don't have time for any of your extra duties so just straight there and straight back." The two hell jumpers had no idea what she meant but Mendez and Jones did and Jones physical shook as if he was struck. But then he nodded and started moving forward like the good little soldier he was. The group reached a four way junction still without contact. Jones consulted a small PDA synced with his laptop he still carried on his back. Then lead them down the left.
Back in the launch bay the troopers' 11 minutes were up as five Grunts and two Elites(the spec opes kind the ones in black armor) walked in on the floor and they looked very board. The only thing they noticed was that creates had been stacked in an odd and disorganized way and the gas suckers were nowhere to be seen. They turned to leave and make a report of lazy workers slacking off on the job.
"That's right just let 'em go." Kelly whispered in to his mike "no need for a very long fire fight." They had almost reached the door out when a trooper on the third level dropped his pistol he had been nervously twirling. It fell to the floor where it made a loud clatter just before it discharged. The trooper had removed the silencer because it threw off the balance so the report echoed for several seconds before it finely died down. The trooper who was hanging over the side in an attempt to catch it slowly sank behind the create he and his partner hid behind. The other trooper promptly slapped him in the back of the head. The Elites and Grunts had turned when the pistol dropped to the ground but had just stood there in till the shoot had died down. One of the Elites pulled something off of his belt and held it up to his mouth. His mind still didn't know what to make of the situation. He knew something was wrong but he had no idea what it could be. He had just reported the disturbance and that they would need reinforcements when the hail of bullets hit and over loaded his shield and then ripped him apart.
"Hit the motherfuckers!" Sergeant Kelly yelled into his mike. The searched party was cut down where they stood but the damage had been done. "We're going loud. Four guys grab the LMGs from the drop ship and tell the captain to keep his head down. Things are going to heat up. Lieutenant!"
"Go ahead sergeant." Jenkins' voice coming from his helmet speakers.
"Ma'am we have party crashers and things are going to heat up real quick. Recommend you double time there and back."
"Noted." Jenkins said her voice completely cold. "Let pick up the pace." The five stated to jog down the twisting hallways.
"I don't get the point." Jones whisper to Mendez as they ran.
"What do you mean so we can get back to the ship and leave this fucking place." Mendez explained.
"As soon as we take off they are going to blow us out of the sky," Jones continued "this was a one way trip and we all know it."
"Who's we?" Mendez asked his voice suddenly very dry.
"Me and the Lieutenant." Jones nodded towards Jenkins as she took lead.
"Oh." Mendez said his mouth and voice still dry.
"Take the next right ma'am." Jones told Jenkins. Jenkins turned the corner with the two troopers in toe. The group ran into the first contact on the way to the engine room. Two Grunts were hard at work mopping the floor under the watchful eye of an Elite lining against the wall. The Elite's eyes bulged from his head before Jordan's and Smith's still silenced assault rifles planted all three on their asses.
"Jones how much further?" Jenkins demanded.
"Almost there ma'am." Jones reported as he checked his P.D.A.
"How you holding up sergeant?" Jenkins asked speaking into her radio.
"Things have gotten a little hot but nothing we can't handa- Whitmore shift fire to the Hunters! Jimmy hit 'em with grenades!"
"Keep me updated sergeant." Jenkins said bushing past the fact that things were worst then the sergeant let on.
Back in the launch bay things had gotten a lot hotter as Covenant troop poured from all the entrances. A trooper on the third level fired a LMG through gritted teeth at waves and waves of Grunts and Jackals. His belt ran dry and as he hurried to reload when several needles impacted his face and neck. The trooper who had been ducking behind the simi-circle was splattered with his blood. He rose up and empted his magazine into the Elite that had killed his comrade, but not before he took a needle in his shoulder plate. The resulting explosion sent tiny shreds of the needle into the side of his face and neck.
"Sergeant this flank his going to fold!" the trooper shouted. The trooper reloaded the LMG and resumed firing. Sergeant Kelly didn't hear him for he had his own problems. A Hunter pair had joined the battle and one of them had charged the gun emplacement they had built out of more purple creates killing three troopers.
"Grenades!" Kelly yelled "Hit the motherfuckers with grenades!" The troopers on the bottom floor stopped shooting as they jerked grenades off their belts and threw them at the berzerking hunter. The other Covenant troops took advantage of the slaking fire to rush into the bay. However the troopers were rewards with grenades going off all around the Hunter. When the dust settled and the blast echoes stopped the Hunter lay in a mix of twisted blue metal and orange gore. "Put fire on those bastards now!" Kelly ordered pointing at the fresh Covenant troops pouring into the bottom floor. The other hunter was busy slowly advancing on Whitmore its shield adsorbing the fire from the trooper's LMG on the second level. When the Hunter had gotten with 15 feet of the trooper's position it raised its cannon and sent a green glowing glob at the trooper. The round hit him square and he began to scream as his skin and blood boiled off. He soon stopped and the only thing that remained was charred bones.
"Good damn it!" Kelly shouted as he jogged back into the drop ship and opened a weapons case. Being the one in charge Kelly was on the third level near the drop ship giving him a commanding view of the whole bay. He reappeared holding a grenade launcher and a belt of grenades looped around his shoulder. He fired a round at the Hunter's exposed back cutting the Hunter in two. Kelly flipped opened the breach and the launcher ejected the spent shell automatically it landed still smoking at his feet. He slammed a new one in and snapped it shut. He then turned to help the trooper out gunned on his own level.
"Sergeant we have reached the engine room." Jenkins's cold voice spoke in his ear.
"Roger that!" Kelly shouted over the battle as he sent a round down range.
The group had reach the door to the engine room where two black clad Elites stood guard. The two sleepy and board guards were slow to react when the five rounded the corner guns a-blazing. One of them managed to get his plasma pistol clear of its holster before they were cut down. Their bodies slump against the wall leaking purple blood. Jones quickly jacked into the door's control and started to run a hacking program. The door opened a few seconds later and the five charged in. The engine room was huge, bigger than the launch bay. Huge cylinders connected with tubes and pipes stood out in the vast space, they glowed a cool blue. The massive room was empty save for engineers, the single minded aliens would leave the humans be if they left them alone.
"You two." Jenkins said, meaning Mendez and Jones, "Plant the bombs we'll cover you." Mendez gave a cruet nod as he grabbed Jones's arm as he lead him to the first of the glowing cylinders. Mendez took off his pack and gave it to Jones to hold. Mendez opened the pack and retrieved a canteen with a digital read out taped to it and two wires sticking out of the cap. He pressed a button and the ready out began to count down.
"Wow hey!" Jones said in alarm "Shouldn't you have that placed before you arm it?"
"Relax," Mendez said unscrewing the canteen's lid and retrieved another canteen with red tape around the middle, this one void of the read out and wires "the clock is just for show. This is going to be a chemical bomb. When these two chemicals mix they react so violently they cause a rather large explosion."
"Then when you mix the two chemicals won't it explode right away?" Jones asked as she watched Mendez smear some of both of the canteens' contents on the cylinder itself.
"Normally yes," Mendez explained as he poured what was in the red lined canteen into the ticking canteen before capping them both "however I added a third chemical that keeps the two from mixing, but one of the chemicals slowly changes the third when it is complete it will result in a delayed but even bigger explosion. The third chemical acting as both a delay and catalyst for the explosion."
"Oh," Jones said as Mendez stuck the now armed canteen to the cylinder "then what's with the clock and wires?"
"Simple," Mendez said leading Jones to some tubes that fed into the cylinder "once we have left the Covenant are going to be looking for sabotage and they'll find the canteens cut the wires and the clock will stop. They will think them disarmed not realizing that you can't disarm them." Mendez took out another wired canteen and started the clock before unscrewing the cap.
"Then why are you smearing that goop on stuff?" Jones asked as Mendez used his finger to smear more of the two(well really three) chemicals directly on the tubes.
"Because," Mendez said capping the wired canteen and also placing it on the tubes "when they "disarm" them they're not going to leave them in the engine room. They'll place them in a store room or an armory. While the stuff I smeared will still go off and hopefully do enough damage to cause their reactor to go critical."
"Ah." was all Jones could think of to say.
Back in the launch bay thing had gotten even worse. With only one LMG gunner left (the one on the third level) and the Elites had figured out that Kelly was the one calling the shots. That and he was giving them hell with that grenade launcher of his. He was finally brought down with a volley of plasma from a phalanx of Jackals with overlapped shields. The second level was completely overrun by the Covenant on the floor the Covenant troops had pushed the remaining troopers into a smaller and smaller corner. Only the third level gave any kind of defense.
"Yo, I need more ammo over here!" the ODST trooper manning the LMG shouted. A trooper ran two boxes over and opened them for the gunner and linked the new belt to the one he was currently firing.
"That's the last of it." the ammo bearer said as he turned to run back to the other create barricade where his help was needed. He was half way there when a plasma bolt hit him square in the shoulder blades. He lay on the floor unmoving as the smell of burning cloth, melted plastic and burning flesh reached the gunner's nose.
"Goddamn it!" the gunner cursed as he cut the Elite who killed his comrade in half. On the other side of the third level things had gotten worse still as a Hunter pair charged through the door. Only one trooper managed to move out of the way as the rest were killed in a glowing green blast. The trooper ran full tilt into the still docked Covenant drop ship, where captain McNeal was hiding.
"Sir fire up the engines we're getting out of here now!" the trooper shouted at McNeal.
"What about the others?" McNeal asked as he seated himself into the pilots seat.
"Sir I personally do not give a flying fuck about the others! The Lieutenant and her team have planted the bombs mission accomplished!" The trooper shouted spit flying from his lips as he drew his pistol and pointed at the captain "We are getting out of here now!"
"Alright." McNeal said as he started the engines and pulled away from the dock. The trooper keyed his radio.
"Lieutenant! Things have gotten too fucking hot! We are takin-" The trooper was cut off as a blast rocked the drop ship "the drop ship and bugging out! I say again Thing have gotten to ho-" He never got to repeat himself because the Hunters had fired again also joined by a pair on the ground after they had vaporized the last human on the bay floor. The four blobs of energy impacted the drop ship at the same time causing chain reactions of explosion to completely destroy the drop ship. The only human left alive was the LMG gunner at the other end, who had seen the drop ship go down in a ball of flame.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" he shouted as he drew his sidearm and abounded his post. He ran down a random hallway where he skidded to a halt in front of a line of Jackals with three Elites behind them. The two side looked at each other waiting to see who would make the first move. It was the ODST who moved first. He placed the pistol under his chin and fired the bullet carrying his brain and bone flatten on the inside of his helmet. The trooper fell to the ground blood flowing from his mouth. One of the Elites spat on the ground in disgust.
In the engine room Mendez and Jones had just place the last bomb when Jenkins got the message.
"Lieutenant! Things have gotten too fucking hot! We are takin-" the frantic voice in her ear said but did not come back to finish his message. Jenkins keyed her own radio.
"Trooper say again did not copy your last." she said with the first sign of worry in her voice. She waited several seconds before trying again. "Trooper say again you broke up did not get a solid copy on your last." She waited again her eyes flicking from side to side rapidly. "Sergeant talk to me what's the situation?" Again nothing. "Someone give me a fucking report!" It was after that when she got no response she made her call. "We're getting the fuck out of here!" She ordered. Jenkins, Smith and Jordan ran towards the door they had used to enter with Mendez and Jones at their backs. That is when the Covenant met them head on. When they had found out that humans were in their engine room they answered in force. Two Hunters six black clad Elites, 10 Jackals and 12 equally black clad Grunts rushed in through the door the five were heading to. The first in and to fire were the Hunter pair, Smith ever the good soldier pushed his commanding officer out of the way. Jenkins landed hard on her side but could still see that the two shots impacted Smith. He did not scream, he didn't have time to, and there weren't even charred bones left of him.
"NO!" Jordan screamed as he picked himself off the floor from where he dived out of the way. Seeing his friend die had been the final straw. Having completely lost it he drew his knife and charged one of the Hunters. Jordan had played football in high school and some in college before he enlisted and knew how to take down opponents that were bigger than him. He drove his shoulder high into the Hunter's chest taking them both to the ground. Everyone was so stunted by the move(even the Covenant) that they didn't do anything to stop him. Jordan drove his knife in between the Hunter's helmet and chest plate stabbing him again and again in the neck.
"You like that you piece of shit?!" Jordan demanded still stabbing "Does that feel good?!" The Hunter tried to bash him off with his shield but he rolled out of the way and jumped right back on top of the Hunter and stabbed even faster and harder. The rest of the Covenant forces had snapped back to and fired on the crazed human kneeling on top of their comrade stabbing him to death. Needle and plasma round started to hit Jordan but before they did real damage he reached down on his belt and pulled the pins on two of his grenades. Still holding the pins in his heads he flopped on his back dead and burning. The Covenant forces instinctly got closer to him to confirm the kill when the grenades went off. Jordan's last action killed one hunter severely wounded the other, killed an Elite and three Grunts. The rest of the shell shocked Covenant forces retreated back giving Jones his chance. He had reach Jenkins at that point and had grabbed her by the arm.
"We have to get out of here ma'am!" Jones shouted as he half carried half dragged Jenkins towards Mendez who was laying down covering fire with his assault rifle and a pair of grenades that finished off the second Hunter and killed two Jackals. The three ran though a hatch that dumped them out into a hallway they had never entered before. Jones pulled out his PDA to check the map.
"Which way?" Jenkins asked regaining her composure.
"Uh," Jones grunted as he tried to find out where he was and where they needed to go. "That way." he said as he pointed down a hallway. The three ran in that direction without hesitation. "This will take us back to the launch bay." Jones explained as they ran with the echoes of the perusing Covenant behind them. He lead them down a twisting path and expect from a very surprised Jackal they hadn't run into any other Covenant forces. "There just through that door." Jones said pointing at a door they were quickly approaching. However the door did not open as they got closer in fact Jones had to skid to a stop to avoid slamming into it. Jones quickly looked the door over and saw the panel glowing red.
"Problem?" Mendez asked as he turned to face the way they had come hearing the pursuing forces getting closer.
"They must of locked down the system to keep us from escaping." Jones said in complete horror.
"Can you open it?" Jenkins demanded.
"I think so, I just need some time." Jones said as he ripped off the panel's cover and opened his lap top. He quickly hooked it in and started to type commands as fast as he could.
"We'll cover you." Mendez said as he pushed over a purple create that had been wedged into a corner and knelt down behind it.
"No matter what happens just keeping working." Jenkins ordered as she joined Mendez behind the create. For a whole two minutes nothing happen giving the three false hope that they had lost their pursuers. Then an Elite rounded the corner and was caught by surprise by the dug in humans. His shield overloaded and he took a few hits before managing to make it back behind the corner. Mendez did not wait for him to reappear as he threw his last grenade around the corner. When it went off it not only killed the Elite but four of the remaining eight Jackals. The last four Jackals came around the corner shields overlapped and backed by the remaining nine Grunts they opened fire on the two humans. However they were still rattled by the explosion and most of the shots missed. Giving Mendez a chance to hose them with automatic fire and Jenkins to throw one of the two grenades she had left. The explosion killed all but two of the Grunts and all four Jackals. The other two Grunts were gunned down by Mendez. A overloaded plasma bolt, that a Jackal had been charging before he died, left his gun aimed at Mendez but the shot went too far right and went past him to impact the wall next to Jones. The blast sent red hot metal slag into the side of Jones's face.
"Ahhhh!" Jones screamed as he fell to the ground and placed a hand over his face. Mendez, hearing his friend scream turned to face him saw he was in trouble and looked back at Jenkins. Two of the black clad Elites had jumped out at the same time.
"Tend to him I got this." Jenkins said as she threw her last grenade and emptied her magazine at the pair before ducking behind cover to avoid their shots. Mendez ran to his wounded friend.
"Let me see!" Mendez said kneeing next to Jones who was flopping on the ground. "Let me see!" Mendez ordered as he pried Jones's hand from his face. The metal fragments still glowed red and were burning deeper into his skin. Mendez jerked his canteen from his belt and poured water on to the burning wound, Jones screaming as he did. When the metal had cooled to black Jones stopped screaming and Mendez let go of his arm Jones's hand swiftly returned to the wound. By then Jenkins had stopped firing and Mendez risked a peek over his should fearing she was dead, but it was the two and final Elites that were dead.
"Did we make it?" Jones asked.
"I guess we did." Mendez said as he stood and held out his hand. Jones reached out to grab it when two red spikes suddenly blossomed out of Mendez's chest. It took Jones half a second to realize what they were. The true last Elite had clocked himself and drawn his energy sword and had driven it into Mendez's back. The only reason Jones could see the sword's forks was because of Mendez's blood clinging to them.
"Ah shit." Mendez gargled as blood flowed out of his mouth. The red spikes suddenly disappeared as the Elite withdrew the weapon. Jones jumped to his feet to catch Mendez's falling body. Jones caught the body and looked into his friendly lifeless eyes before dropping him to the ground. Jones raised his rifle with a yell of rage and aimed a little to the left and high of where Mendez's blood seemed to be floating in a vertical line. A single round spat from the rifle before the bolt lock back on a empty magazine. The Elite seeing his chance started forward as Jones threw his rifle at him causing the Elite to stumble back. Jones jerked his pistol up and was peppering to fire when Jenkins seeing the entire event unfold fired a shot of her own. The Elite had seen her and had moved out of the way still cloaked so she couldn't see. Her round hit Jones in the right shoulder who fell to ground in a yelp of pain dropping his pistol as he did so. Before she could fire again the Elite punched her in the gut knocking the wind out of her before delivering a kick that sent her to the ground.
"What the fuck?" Jones grunted as he gripped his shoulder with his left hand blood spilling through his fingers. Jones saw the pistol on the floor and tried to move his right arm to grab it but it wouldn't work. Out of options he moved his left hand from the wound and reached out to grab the pistol when his arm suddenly stopped. As if controlled by something else his arm moved away from the pistol and behind him and dragged him towards a corner where he ended up in a sitting position he back in the corner and his arm against the wall above his head. Jones tried to move his arm but something was holding it in place that was when Jones smelled rotten meat and felt a hot breeze hit him in the face. The Elite deactivated his cloaking then and his face materialized inches from Jones's face his left arm holding Jones's left arm against the wall. The Elite barked something in his language the translator in Jones's helmet kicked in a second later.
"So you're the fucker that hacked into our system," He said his face just inches from Jones's "for that you will pay." The Elite raised he right arm still clutching the energy sword. He raised it above his head ready to strike Jones closed his eyes ready to die when he felt heat wash over him but no pain. Jones opened his eyes to find the Elite had driven the sword into the wall, the forks holding his arm in place.
"Wha-" Jones started to crock when the Elite struck him across the face.
"I'll deal with you in a minute I have other business to attend to first." the translator said in Jones ear. The Elite stood and walked over to where Jenkins lay on the ground and kicked the assault rifle from her grasp before stomping on her stomach causing her to double up. Still using his foot he turned her over on her stomach and kept her down by placing a foot on her back. Then to Jones's disbelief he removed a piece of his lower armor.
"What are you doing?" Jones asked more in shock and wonder then anything else.
"I have heard interesting thing about human females," the translator said for both of the humans. Jones was unsure if he was talking to him or Jenkins. "and I intend to find out if they are true." The Elite then pulled Jenkins pants and underwear down to her knees breaking the belt. The Elite then knelt over her and placed his hands on her shoulders still holding her down but Jenkins had began to thrash and scream. Jones didn't see anymore because he had closed his eyes for he didn't what to see anymore. He heard it however, oh god did he hear it. Jenkins screaming and gasping, the Elites grunts and roars but worst of all was that wet smacking sound that was steady and constant. Jones wanted nothing more than to die but his left arm was still pined and his right arm useless. Jones had no idea how long it went on and nor would he really want to know. The Elite let out a load roar and Jenkins a pricing scream that forced Jones to open his eyes. The Elite was standing up and Jenkins was still on the ground though nothing was holding her down when he opened his eyes.
"Ah I haven't felt that good in a long time," the Elite said as he walked over to Jones and removed the sword freeing Jones's left arm. "but I am being selfish here you have a go." The Elite reached down and picked Jones up by his ammo vest and carried him over to where Jenkins lay.
"Don't be afraid get in there." the Elite said laying Jones on top of Jenkins, Jones's waist on top of Jenkins's still uncovered ass. Jones tried to push himself off but the Elite held him down, so Jones just lay still. "Here let me help you," the Elite said using his free hand to grab Jones's belt "after all what are friends for?" The Elite, using Jones's belt as leverage picked Jones's hips up and forced them down on to Jenkins ass.
"No! Stop!" Jones demanded in a shaky voice.
"Faster?" the Elite mocked "you got it." The Elite pushed even harder and faster squashing his balls each time. The Elite finely lifted Jones off of Jenkins and threw him to the side.
"Good right?" the Elite asked as he drew his plasma pistol "warm and wet feels great doesn't?" Jenkins was crying as the Elite over charged the pistol and fired a round into the back of her head. "but I still got a job to do." The Elite leveled the pistol at Jones's face "Your turn stud." Jones felt a growing heat as the Elite charged the pistol for a second shot. Jones closed his eyes sure he would never open them again when his translator kicked in again.
"Hold it!" the disembodied voice demanded. Jones felt the heat dissipate then the Elite pointing the gun spoke.
"Your Excellency," the Elite stammered "I was just about to execute this human heretic." Jones opened his eyes again disappointed to still be alive and saw a Elite wearing white armor standing over him as well as the black clad one.
"He is the one that hacked the system?" the newcomer asked "He can also read our written word?"
"I guess he is Excellency." the Elite said dropping his gaze to the deck.
"The shipmaster wishes to speak with you. Tend to his wounds, relieve him of his weapons and take him to the brig." the white Elite ordered.
"Yes your Excellency ." the black armored Elite said bowing his head.
"And no more harm is to come to the human." the white armored Elite said walking away.
"Of course Excellency," then when the white clad Elite was around the corner and out of sight "now we both know it's not going to happen like that." The Elite punched Jones hard across the face, hard enough that he saw stars and just before he lost touch with reality he felt the Elite dragging him somewhere.