Chapter VI
"Stop." Colt said. "Look ahead about a hundred meters, a little to the left."
Carol looked in the general direction which Colt had indicated. There were two massive purple blobs with orange spots and arms and legs.
"We'll have to go around." Colt said.
"Agreed." Carol said, not totally sure of what they were, but they looked like they were walking tanks. So they marched around the side of buildings, and down ally ways, but they were surprised by what they saw: a girl in her early teens was armed with a M6D pistol and her apparently golden hair was colored partly red with her blood and partly blue with the blood of Covenant. Her oversized sweater read "Missouri State" Carol wondered what that was. He deiced that it must be something in the United States on Earth.
Carol looked in to her grey-green eyes and felt away. It was a strange feeling, it just took him away from here; she got the same feeling as well. It was an awkward moment when they realized how much they were looking into each other's eyes; especially with Carol carrying June on his shoulder. He laid the unconscious body down.
"Who are you?" He asked the girl in the sweater.
"Dakota. Who the hell are you?" She said in a tone of mixed compassion and contempt.
"Carol Ryans." Carol paused for a half second, "What's Missouri State?"
"A college…on Earth…my cousin goes there."
"OK." Carol said feeling somewhat enlightened. Carol glanced over her when she turned her head: black combat boots, military issue camouflage pants, a sweater from a college several billion kilometers away, a pistol and she was stained with the blood of the enemy; not to mention those weird eyes, hard and soft at the same time. What was she about? But he knew that may well be a question one could spend the rest of their life figuring out.
"Cut the small talk; we got company." The Corporal cut in.
Dakota peeked around the corner. "No kidding." She said sounding out of place in a combat situation, but the blood on her told otherwise. "I've only got a mag left." She told Colt.
Silently, Colt handed her two clips of M6D ammo. She placed them in the appropriate spots in her camouflage pants. Finally, Carol peered around the corner much the same as Dakota had done; he saw one red armored Elite, a pair of Jackals, and a handful of Grunts. Behind him he heard June moan the kind of moan someone makes when there first waking up. Happy to see that she was OK, Carol rushed over to her.
"What happened, where am I?" She asked in a confused tone.
Carol did his best to recount the events of the last few hours as quickly as he could. He was cut short by the ringing out of plasma fire and the rattle of gunfire. He handed June the magnum he had, hoping that she had some idea how to use it. He recalled what the Dylan had told him about the M7 while they were walking through the city, and flipped off the safety. Bracing the butt of the weapon against his shoulder, he turned around the corner and, as Marines say, 'turned on the bullet hose.'
It was perfect conditions for the M7, close-medium range and targets close together. Despite that the weapon emptied the 60 round magazine in less than a half second, Carol felt every round leave the weapon; each time was another punch in the shoulder. But he was pleased with his results: all but one of the Grunts was dead and a Jackal was injured. As he reloaded, the Corporal repeated an action with his MA5B and finished off the injured Jackal and the last Grunt. But Carol had not been fast enough with the reload, June and Dakota laid some suppressing fire with the pistols, but the pistols were ineffective against the Elite and the Jackal hiding behind its shield. A barrage of plasma fire returned, the wall began to stink as it began to melt from the heat.
Carol picked up on the blue flash as the Elite tossed a plasma grenade. At the same time the Jackal moved back to avoid the blast radius; Dakota sensed this and fired at the Jackal's direction. The semi-explosive round ripped into the alien's leg and caused it to fall and scream in pain. However, when the Jackal side stepped it blocked the grenade. The Jackal was nearly vaporized and the Elite's shields were drained. The Corporal swung around and just as he was about to pull the trigger, he realized the Elite was gone. They knew it was not dead because it had yelled out after the explosion.
Authors Notes:
Please ignore the comment by Flame Rising. I realized by reviewing his profile that he is a hypocritical looser. I have sent him a message stating this. But he chooses how he spends his free time.
On more important matters: This is Chapter 6, so far. I may extend it when I put up 7, I may just put up 7. I will decide that later. Either way hope to expect another chapter by the weekend.
Also, as long as my a/n reads that you can submit a character you can.
Constructive reviews are welcome. Also I know its short right now, and it is not going to be the longest fanfiction ever, but what I really made this for is a Halo community fanfiction. I want any and all who might want to featured in this fanfiction to submit a description of what they want their character to be and what its name will be in a review. I will work them in as I see fit. Also: I reserve the right to kill off your character at any time. Its not any thing personal, this shouldn't come as too much of a spoiler, but this is about the destruction of a planet; people are gona die, but not everyone...will you one of the lucky ones?
PS: You can submit more than one character, but try to keep it fewer than four per person, and you can just make up a character or you can submit one from a fanfic of your own.