All right, chapter seven! My hands are still tired from chapter 5. Well, here I go...
CHAPTER SEVEN : MIDNIGHT
"What is this? The Covie Deaf Squad? We land a Pelican nearby, they don't hear it. we shot two Elites, they don't here that," stated Emile. It was about a half hour to midnight. They had landed only fifteen minutes ago on the quest to save Keyes.
"Hey, I'm just glad to have my Sniper Rifle back," said Six as he put in a new clip. But Emile was right. The Covies hadn't heard any gunshots, or the Pelican. Strange.
Meanwhile...in the Covenant Squad...
Man, these new headsets rock! You can't hear anything outside them! Makes the perfect, uninterrupted music player! I'm glad my whole squad got a pair. Now they can't complain, Elite Major Getu thought. He saw a flash of metal in the bushes. What is that...OH HELL! Getu knew what it was. He took off his music headset and grabbed his Plasma Rifle. There was a loud gunshot, and a Jackal fell down, dead. Getu made a life-saving decision. He turned and ran.
"Nice shot on that Jackal, Six. Went right through his head." Said Emile, realizing that this was the first time he had complimented his teammate.
"Went through his head, bounced off a rock, and then right through his balls." Six said back.
Okay, that was wierd..., thought Emile. He raised his Sniper Rifle and shot an unsuspecting Elite Minor. He saw a Elite Major making a break for freedom. He fired off a shot, and missed. The bullet bounced of a rock, and hit a Plamsa Battery. No one could have missed the explosion. The Covies knew that they were there.
"Look who screwed up this time," said Six.
"You couldn't do any better," retorted Emile.
"Fine," Six put a Grunt in his scope, but it was hard to keep it lined up due to the fact that the methane sucker was running around in a quite panicked state. Six squeezed the trigger. The gunshot could now be heard by all Covenant in the area since they all had taken off thier noise-canceling headsets when the Plasma Battery used to power the antenna became fireworks. The bullet bounced off a rock (It seems that they do that all to often) and went right back to the source of the shot.
"DAMN IT!" Six shouted when his shields broke and he felt a extreme pain in his right wrist. His shield took most of the damage, but his wrist was bleeding.
"Told you," said Emile, not caring that Six had just shot himself.
Chief was finishing off the last of the Covenant. He shot down a Jackal with two expert shots. One to the wrist to stop it's movement, the other was right between the eyes. He returned to his comrades, and upon noticing Six holding a bloody wrist asked "He shot himself, didn't he?" Emile nodded.
Chief handed Six a Medical Pack. "A Major got away, probably to get reinforcements. We can take out most of them, as long as we don't shoot ourselves any more." He pointed to a narrow ledge along the edge of a massive cliff. "He went that way. Six, can you walk?"
"I got shot in the hand, so, no I can't walk!" he replied sacastically as he applied some biofoam to the wound. "OH HELL! THAT HURTS!" he screamed afterward.
"Good, lets move," said Chief.
Pango was standing at the gravity lift's control panel. He opened his personal computer after he pressed the button to sen a pair of Hunters in to the damaged ship. The computer was about the size of a human notecard and was about as thick as one. It had a holograph projector, because, seriously, who used screens anymore?
He pressed his thumb to the thmbprint scanner. It flashed green, and his desktop appeared in mid-air due to the holograph projector.
"Welcome Pang'nag." said a female voice in Gruntese. (Or what ever the hell it is called)
Pang'nag. Me hate that name, the Grunt thought. It was his birthname, but he hated it. It was too close to pa'ngang. He had everyone call him Pango. You would too, if you knew what pa'gang meant in Gruntese. (Or what ever the hell it is called)
An Elite Major ran on to the Gravity Lift platform. "Beam me up Spock," The Elite said with a probable smile. It's hard to tell when an Elite smiles.
Pango sighed as he hit the button. That was the eighth time someone had used that joke.
e really should not have Elites see me collection of vintage human movies, he thought.
"I knew there would be reinforcements," said Chief as they watched the three Jackals walk the narrow path. "We should take care of them quietly."
"Uh, queitly?" said Six from behind Chief. A small, sphereical gray object landed in the middle of the Jackal. The Frag Grenade exploded, killing the three Jackals instantly. Elites, Grunts, and Jackals who had been following behind the Jackals, out of sight, saw the Spartans and opened fire.
"Whadda ya know? Six is wounded and he still managed to screw something up," said Emile as he raised his Sniper Rifle. He fired two shots and brought down an Elite minor. A plasma bolt hit Chief as he threw a Frag, managing to get it behind the Elites. The blast broke the shields of the Elite captain and knocked a minor off the cliff. The Grunts were running like cowards.
The Captain was gunned down by Six with a shot to teh head wtih his M6D Magnum. His wrist was in too much pain to hold his rifle, so he had switched to his pistol.
They pushed up the path and into an area occupied by Covies, cleared them out, and they took another narrow path, which lead to another area filled with Covenant. Foehammer dropped of some marines to help the Spartans retrevie Keyes.
"Yo, homies! Looks like you and I ge to work overtime!" Said a familiar Marine voice.
"Just great..." said Emile.
"Where's the Gravity Lift?" Tallert asked.
"It's up ahead." said Chief. "Now here's the plan..."
Pango was still on his personal computer when the first shot rang out. He turned to see an Elite fall to the ground, blood spewing from it's head. Pango ran and hid behind a rock. He peered out to see the humans mop up the Gravity Lift Patrol. This isn't good, he thought.
I know that it was a sucky ending, but I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oo tired... Please R&R...Thanks...