Meant to do this sooner, but I was celebrating my eighteenth birthday. You don't care, you want to read. Enjoy mother fuckers. Just kidding, love you guys and gals for the reviews and favorites.
New Alexandria, Rookie, age 22:
"But we got to fall back," Buck said as Rook started to make movements to jump back into the crumbling remains of New Alexandria, "If you think you could live with an alien that's looking for survivors, go ahead."
New Mombasa, Rookie, age 22:
"Rehe, think you could provide cover fire while I hit the big bastard?" I whispered as a patrol came closer.
Giving a nod, Rehe prepared her plasma rifle. The Sangheili warrior stood still as two of the four grunts passed. She allowed a soft growl to emit from her throat as the brute passed. I held the SMG firm as the first burst of rounds shattered the shields of the brute. Rehe unleashed a hail of plasma into the grunts.
"I'll bath in your blood, human!" the brute shouted as it began a rage filled charged.
My SMG clip ran empty, after a few lucky shots, as the brute came closer and faster. Drawing my knife, Dalton took control and charged forward towards the brute. Rehe killed the last grunt's life and saw my upcoming death wish . She hurled the final grunt at the charging brute's pathway, causing him to hit the corridor wall.
I slashed at the brutes throat, barely separating the skin. As the tall; hairy beast held its throat, it was able to grab my knife arm and hoist the me up.
"Oh shit!" I shouted from the vise grip on my arm, "Demon! Help!"
Both Rehe and the brute turned to search for the Demon. Taking the opportunity at the lessened grip on my arm, I tossed the blade into my free hand and thrust. The blade entered into the ape's eye, blinding him. Both Rehe and the brute were shocked at the my trick.
Twisting the small carbon based blade inward, and then removing to stab the brute's throat, I killed another one of the most dangerous soldiers that humanity knows.
"Never again. Never say there's a Demon." Rehe gasped as I slid down the wall to catch my breath .
Standing once more, we began traveling deeper into the underground. No more patrols crossed our. A half hour passed by before we stopped in a narrow room.
Islid down a wall as Rehe watched from the opposite side of the room. Removing my helmet and pack, I pulled out a container. Sighing in contempt, the I removed a plastic film from the MRE. Rehe's nostrils flared like a bloodhound's as the scent of my garbage reaches her. Her eyes never locked onto a single item in the container. Brown meat, green vegetables, a bar of brown ,and a container of something liquid.
"Hungry?" I asked as she looked to the person speaking, "I've not eaten since… Hell hours before the drop, noon's the last time I ate."
"It smells delicious." Rehe answered, slowly walking forward, "What is it?"
Chuckling at the Sangheili's reaction to the meal, I gave her one of the meats. Rehe sat next to the armored human,me, minus the helmet.
"MREs they're supposed to be a soldier's food source, but I'll let you judge that." Rookie spoke softly, as if a fragile artifact was near breaking.
She is not a fucking vase Blake. Talk normal.
I waited for her to chew the meat; instead, she held the meat substitute between her mandibles tasting the human MRE.
I laughed as she spat the meat substitute onto her legs, "Finally got a reason to complain to the C.O. about this garbage."
"How can you stand this filth you call food?!" Rehe choked with the lingering taste, "It's horrid."
"Trust me, baby. This is not even real human food." Dalton smoothly speaks
Looking at her weapon Rehe held what resembles a smile. She began idly entertaining herself by counting the water drops.
She's got to be too young to be a soldier. I bet she's around… would you stop! Lack of sleep could do this couldn't it? Yeah, let's just say that and eat.
Taking my mind off the Sangheili beside me, I stared down to the MRE with dread. Another day of substitute and dried products to eat. Taking the first horrid bite into the brown meat substitute, I had the taste of an undercooked hotdog and burning tires at once. Chewing the MRE supplies slowly, so as to not lose the contents of my stomach. As I prepared for the third terrible mouthful, a heavy weight fell on my shoulder. A soft sound like snoring came from the weight.
Turning my head to see my blue reflection in a minor's helmet. Had Rehe dozed off and unconsciously moved to the warmth beside her? I must have taken longer than I had originally thought.
What the fuck do I do?! I'll wake her if I try moving. No, be a professional, let her rest. Remember she's probably been moving since the invasion. That doesn't mean shit. She's an alien for Christ sake, and a different one too. I don't know, there's something about her. She's got the right idea though, not dawn for another three hours.
Turning back to the MRE in my lap, I tossed the horrible 'meal' aside. Six hours unconscious and sleeping for three are two different things that I know which one I preferred. Slowly closing my eyes from the past few days of sleepless drills and very few naps, I let his mind go to the distant land of rest.
I'm going to try this a little bit differently, your votes matter. Next chapter is going to be different because it will be in Rehe's point of view, like how she thinks, feels, reacts, and her emotions. If you like it better in first person I'll write from a POV from then on. Best of luck to you.