Notes and Acknowledgements: Thanks for the comment Alex, It made me feel more confident about that. Now to those who have been reading and haven't commented, thanks for reading at all, whether you disliked it or the opposite. Now I realize that the Elite's have like, specific name setups, like when their solders they have a "ee" at the end of their name or something like that. Well I didn't know that stuff and find it to complicated . . .sorry but I'm half-assign it people. If it's like, a major flaw though just make up in your head its some cool name with "ee" at the end. : P Also, whilst I did do a lot of research into this project, I did not steal it's basic plot or anything like that from anyone. I just made up some people. Took events from the game that may or may not have happened. And shot them out of a MAC cannon right into a Word document. Thanks all for any positive feelings and to those with negative ones UP YOURS! (Kidding, you guys are all right too.)

My first Halo fan fiction, hoping to keep it accurate enough that it could possibly be considered cannon.
The Final Fight of In Amber Clad
by: A.T.F; A.K.A; Spartan-938

Chapter Seven: No Hope, No Chance, One Plan.

A loud ring echoed off the walls as Lance talked. He thought maybe a Hunter had hit another Hunters metal shield. Then he remembered what it probably and most likely was. Hunters, dropped down behind their shields and leveled their guns, Grunt's shouted and ducked for cover, Elite's, without weapons, roared. And the three Elite's that seemed in charge stood and turned firing their weapons. Lance turned his head and felt pain rocket through his body. A brute grabbed him in a huge hug and squeezed tight. Lance's armor was in bad shape already, it was getting worse. Plasma flew by, bullet shells clanged tot he ground. A pack of brutes must have overheard them. Lance lost his breath and was blacking out when he heard another loud roar and hit the ground.

Syren stood over the dead Jiralhanae with his Energy Sword. He looked at the human gasping for air, writhing in pain and bleeding. He almost wanted to decapitate the human on the spot. He was considering it heavily when they human stood up and fired his weapon. A brute dropped down behind Syren. Syren decided against the act and continued with the Jiralhanae. Soon the combat subsided. The aliens all separated into fireteams and left down other hallways while two Lekgolo, Syren, Lev', and Zeibra and the three humans headed for the bridge. The Leading human had removed his damaged helmet and was running next to Syren. Syren could not help but admire the human. He should've been lying on the ground tending to any wounds from that squeeze the Jiralhanae gave him.

The human probably had a cracked rib or two. Another small pack of Jiralhanae fell and they moved on. The two humans in the rear kept arguing and muttering about one another. And the female constantly worried about her ammo count. The human seemed as poised and ready as Syren. It made Syren wonder why the Covenant had never adopted a human to its holy army. Other races were always given a request and would be accepted . . .save maybe the most loyal species that didn't deserve any of this. The humans, while extordinaryly not as technologically advanced as the Covenant had more than once proven that they were what could be a valuable asset to the Covenant.

And then there was Harvest. The minute the Covenant had found out about the humans the Prophets ordered their destruction. Why? Did they fear them? Did they know something about them? Were they jealous or something?

No. He shouldn't question the Prophets he thought. Then he remembered the current state of things. And the humans speech. It all made him shiver right down in the core. A door opened and they were on the Ships Bridge. No Jiralhanae, probably hunting Sangheili. Syren walked to the holographic controls and began working them. He activated a lock down on many hallways, trapping Jiralhanae, and guiding his men through the open doors. He began to scan for any nearby ships. Just one, a human ship.He began routing power to the engines, perhaps the three humans could round up more and even use the ship! The ship began to accelerate and grounded and an earthquake shook the ship.

Mark knelt down and aimed around the room. Sasha tripped over. Lance braced himself for the worst. The two Hunters crouched down. The two other Elite's stood by the leader whilst it stared in horror at something on the screen. Lance went up to the controls. Seraph fighters and some Longswords were firing together on the Covenant vessel, bombing it and blowing it up. Plasma was tearing through the hull in some places. Those creatures had learned to pilot ships. The ship began to heavily shake when a Plasma Blast blew up their engines. The ship began to descend with groans and explosions. The Elite's ran through a door and kept running. The Humans and hunters followed. Lance and his friends found the Elite's in a hanger, getting into a Phantom Dropship. A small gravity life opening under it and Lance, Mark and Sasha boarded. The Hunter pair was about to get in when plasma came through the opening in the hanger for the ships. The Grav lift disabled and the Elite's piloted the Phantom out of the ship as if finally crashed. The fighters seemed to move on as the Phantom quickly headed towards In Amber Clad Lance walked up to the Elite zealot. "Why are we heading for our ship, a human, ship?"

The elite looked up at him with what Lance could swear was a frown. "Because that's the last ship on this ring. And a Phantom wouldn't last in the fight up in space." Lance looked back at the others. Sasha had sprang and ankle during the explosion when she tripped. Mark was doing the best he could to keep her comfortable. They were doomed. Lance knew that against so many of those things and the Covenant there'd be no chance of survival. Lance regretted being a Marine in the first place. He slumped on the side of the Phantom, bowed his head and cried in fear.

Mark and Sasha looked at him. While Lance was different from other ODST's it was a crippling blow to their moral to see him cry. Sasha and Mark looked at each other and hugged while still sitting, waiting to see what was going to happen next.

End chapter Seven. Probably four or three more chaps to go, maybe five.

Same stuff as always, not mine, bible alternative, random thing