Chapter 8: Rescue

General Lamperouge stood over the Holo-field display, watching as Fireteam Vulture would slowly advance among the outside rim of the base. He'd spy the five blips move slowly and surely behind rocks, where more red blips would walk past. The image of a ghost would pause as they turned to the small area of rocks that the blips were hiding behind. It would strafe along the edge, looking for any sign of enemies, before it turned and sped off to continue on its patrol.

"Be more careful of where you choose to hide," spoke the General through the transmitter given in the Holo-field. "Choose a place where you'll be least expected."

"Got it." Replied the voice of Marc from the Channel as the blips would move once more, quickly hiding under a set of rocks that formed almost an awning, shading the rocks below. They'd travel under this awning-like area before freezing, the large, red shape of a wraith passing by. The group merely sat as it, and a trio of grunts followed behind, trying to keep up. As soon as the enemies rounded a corner, the quintet moved out slowly as they continued their infiltration.

"Careful," Lelouch interrupted as he looked at the map. "You're extremely lucky that they haven't checked their Motion trackers yet. Just keep the movement low, and you should be fine. There's a small tunnel up ahead to your right, it should lead you to a ledge overlooking the base's courtyard."

"Yeah, yeah general. We've seen these kinds of places before." Spoke Marc as he and the team quickly sped up to reach the tunnel, freezing as soon as they reached inside, a ghost passing outside as two jackals galloped after it. Again, they'd wait until their motion sensors were out of range before sneaking through the tunnel and reaching the ledge that overlooked the courtyard.

General Lamperouge could see that the group had paused and was now probably assessing their surroundings, but he watched the group with a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose. These people were imbeciles. Even though they had been taught how to work as a proper team, trained with each tactic that the Spartans were meant to learn, they seemed to lack that certain quality; what made a Spartan a True Spartan. He sighed as his gaze shifted back to the blips below. "Fireteam Vulture, I want you to activate your Helmet's video links. I want full first-person view of this."

"Roger, sir. Fireteam, activate your video-links." Responded Marc through the channel as five windows popped up before the General, the view of each Fireteam member being shown. General Lamperouge looked at what each of them saw and glanced at the map. They were each overlooking the courtyard that was buzzing with Jackal Snipers, Grunts, and Elites. Sadly, Crawlers occupied the area, signaling that they'd be dealing with Prometheans as well.

"Dammit," spoke Palmer as she viewed from the side. "They have Crawlers with them. It looks like they have a shitload of trouble."

"Relax yourself, commander." He spoke to the woman beside him. "Having an overwhelming number of enemies doesn't mean you'll lose. Fireteam Vulture, Prepare for plan D-Alpha."

"Sir? Do you think that's the best choice?" asked Marc through the channel once more. "Plan D-Alpha is f-"

"I know what it's for." Spoke the General as a smile rose to his face. "Just prepare to activate the plan."

Almost as soon as he said that, a beam of bright light blasted past two of the video-links, the rock besides three of them burning as the Beam rifle's laser hit the rock. Instantly, the group rose up and dove for cover.

"Shit, we're spotted!" called Marc as he hid behind a small outcropping of rock. The group all took cover and hid from the incoming Beam-rifle fire, "General Lamperouge, it looks like we won't be operating your plan just yet."

The General sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at the group's camera feed. "Well… Since you've gotten yourself out of worse, let's see if that luck is still with you."

"I beg your pardon sir?"

"You will complete this mission on your own. Do whatever it takes to get to those prisoners." He said as he heard the blasting of plasma and energy flying over their shoulders. "I'll be watching from the sidelines to test your effectiveness in performance."

"Well, sir, I think that's just plain cruel. When we need you most, you leave us to ourselves." Spoke Marc with a laugh.

General Lamperouge frowned as he'd stare at the incoming red dots on the map. It looked as if they were stuck in Hell at the current moment. Leaning forward and pushing his arms on the side of the holo-field to hold him up. Let's see if they can pull without a leader.


N'alko reacted quickly as he heard the alarm blare throughout the base. His pace quickened from a trot to a sprint as he headed for the main chamber. Knights hurried inside the base, their backs shaking as they opened up and watchers arose from the clumps in their back, the flying creatures quickly heading on their way through the tunnels, accompanied by their respective, Artificially Intelligent Warriors. A Knight sped past him, bumping his shoulder

"Gek!" he called upon reaching the main hall. It was filled with rushing Crawlers, Elite, Jackals and Knights as they all headed to their positions either beside the door or outside where the fight was. Gek himself was gathering his gear beside the podium, an Energy sword already attached to his Thigh with a Beam Rifle in his hands. He grabbed an Active Camouflage and was about to leave when N'alko raised his arm in front of him. "Gek, what are you doing!?"

"We outnumber them, brother!" He spoke with determination, glaring at him angrily. "If you think that we are unable to fight them, you can stay behind and cower like the weakling you are."

"It's true we outnumber them," called the translator to his commander as he held him back more. "But they're Spartans: The best and strongest of the UNSC. Fighting them might wound them, but I suggest you think just about what he has done to us before you charge in there recklessly."

Gek froze as his memory raced. Memories of his first moment on Requiem, the first time he'd set his eyes on the Crawlers, and the Knights who'd just started helping them. It was also the first time that he'd laid eyes on him: The Great Demon, he who could not be killed. The Spartan was a monster in the eyes of many of the Covenant, having incinerated ships and destroyed hordes of their forces on his own. Gek knew the terror. He'd only witnessed him once from afar with his Beam Rifle. He made it out just barely alive, and was to be put on trial, for his crimes, before the prophets. Thankfully, they had been declared as traitors to the Elites, and with the freeing of their prisoners, he was pardoned for his crimes. The fear of the Master Chief still struck him today.

"Perhaps," spoke Gek as he turned to the male in deep thought. "It is wise to… plan through our mean of attack."

N'alko sighed with relief as he pulled his commander to the side. "Commander, if my opinion is valuable, I say that you, I, and the Elite Commanders and Zealots flee through the Slipspace portal here."

"Flee!?"growled Gek with anger as he turned towards the translator. "Are you implying we are not strong enough to-"

"I'm implying that our survival is more important until the arrival of Shipmaster M'dama." He said with determination as he turned to the Podium where Gek had been standing. "He shall be the one to take control of Requiem upon his arrival, but until then, our troops need a temporary leader; and you're the one most suited for the position! I won't allow you to die, sir!"

Gek paused as he glared at him with his furious eyes. "You are a coward, N'alko. You order your fellow officers to retreat out of fear for their life and the order on Requiem… " He sighed as he headed up to the podium and began to work with the Forerunner structure. "I shall give the order.

"Sometimes, commander," He said to him solemnly as he turned down the hall to where the prisoners were being held. "Running away is a suitable strategy. I shall retrieve the prisoners myself to escort to our Secondary command."

Gek would only continue to enter commands into the device, not looking as he spoke behind him to the other. "Hurry." was all that he said as the Structure began to form around the podium, the base of the portal coming into existence as metal pieces flew and floated into position.

N'alko quickly broke into a sprint as he headed back the way he came. The prisoners were in danger. Whatever knowledge they had, he couldn't let die along with them. He disappeared into the maze of a structure, his footsteps just being barely heard over the roar of the rushing noise.


Kallen looked around at the room she was in. After hearing the alarm, she'd decided to hurry and get the ankle-cuffs off and at least make an effort to break through the shield door. The noises outside worried her, and whatever it was that was coming to blast into the base, it obviously wasn't good.

The strange noises of the guards outside her chamber were heard, almost like a cackling of sorts before the sound of trotting was heard as they hurried off, the noise beginning to calm down as fewer and fewer steps were heard outside. Someone, or something, had caused nearly all the aliens in whatever they were in to head to the source of the commotion. She moved her fingers along the edge of her pilot suit's cuffs, feeling the metal rim of the ankles as she looked for how to get them to deactivate. "Come on, you… stupid junk!"

The noise grew outside as something approached. Quickly leaning back against the wall, she tried to pretend as if she hadn't been fiddling with her restraints at all.

The shield door disappeared once more as the Elite from before huffed in. He turned to the Red-haired girl with eyes of calm focus in all the chaotic noises outside. "Greetings again." he said as he looked at her. "I apologize… but we've had an emergency… And I need you to come with me." He said as he headed to the wall opposite the restraints and did something with a set of glowing sigils.

Kallen was confused as she looked at him. "Come with you?" she asked surprised as she stood up, glaring at him. "Why would I go with something that might kill me the moment I lose my purpose?"

"Because If you don't," spoke the creature as it turned to her, drawing a strange sort of weapon from its hip. It looked like the energy sword from earlier, except it had some kind of hand-guard and looked more like a purple pistol-type weapon. "I'll shoot you."

Kallen froze as she looked at the weapon. She'd never seen anything like it. The strange type of weapon looked dangerous. In her protective clothing, she'd be safe from bullets, but that thing didn't look like it shot that kind of projectile. Whatever it was, she could tell she'd be hurt from it. "Not much motive for me to go then now, is it?"

The Elite let out a groan as he approached her. "Listen closely." He said slowly as the noise seemed to echo outside. "This base is under attack. If we leave you here, then I cannot guarantee your safety. Come with me, and I know whether or not you are safe. Which choice will you make?" He said with a glare to her once more.

Kallen paused as she debated inwardly whether or not to actually go with him. The Elite was dangerous, but what if he was saying the truth? If she was going to die, she'd at least like to know when. "…Fine. Get me out of here." She said after a moment or so of hesitation.

The Elite let out a breath of air that sounded like a sigh. He turned back to the strange symbols sticking out of the wall and slid two to the right downwards, and one on the left upwards. Almost instantly, the metal cuffs around her ankle were released with a clank as the blue light dissipated. As she reached down to rub her ankles, feeling them after having the cuffs released, the Elite turned to her and held out its hand to her. "I suggest we hurry and find your friends."


Outside her cell, Kallen looked to her left and right. To both directions, a series of doors were placed, each with a blue shield-door in front of them, and a purple machine besides it. Surprised at how many there were in the room, she turned to her left, where the Elite walked up to the machine and activated the buttons. Kallen watched and payed close attention as he entered buttons on the control pad, deactivating the blue shield as he entered the second prison cell.

"Another one? What is it with all of you wanting to see me?"

The voice of C.C came as a relief to Kallen as she smiled a bit, hearing her sarcasm. The calm demeanor of the girl meant at least something, and the way her voice was steady meant she wasn't in pain. Of course, she'd been able to take a bullet to the head and still survive, so if anything, she would be the hardiest of them all. "C.C?"

"Kallen?" called the voice of a confused C.C As the Elite worked more on the control pad in her room, the same clanking sound being heard before he exited quickly, passing a Weapon rack with a Storm Rifle and two Plasma Pistols as he worked on the hall's third cell. C.C Slowly walked into view of the doorway and looked at Kallen, her hair slightly frazzled, but still its lime green, natural color. She wore the same pilot suit she had been adorned with since arriving on this strange planet. Her golden eyes looked at Kallen with a bit of relief as she saw her. "Have you come to rescue me?"

"Umm," Spoke the Pilot as she turned to look around the building. "Something like that, yes."

"Save the Reunions." Spoke the Elite as he turned, heading into the next cell and working on the second control panel. "You need to hurry and follow me. I'll take you to the Main Hall and Evacuate you to Second Command."

Kallen glared at the thing that was ordering her around with her eyes of fire. That thing, whatever it was would eventually

Suzaku strolled out of his cell, his face solemn as he followed directions of the Elite, spying Kallen, his eyes rose in confusion. "Kallen?" He said as he looked at her. "What are you doing?"

Kallen looked at Suzaku with a slight smile. "Glad to see you're okay. It would make me look like a bad captain if I'd let my subordinates die."

Suzaku heard what she said and blinked once before nodding and taking a step back, turning towards his own Cell as the Elite finished his work.

"I must get the other two," spoke the Elite as it exited Suzaku's cell, his gaze focusing on heading to the fourth cell. "You three, come with me-"

It was too late as it looked at the weapon in the Guren Pilot's hand, the green light emanating from the tip glowed brightly, signaling the overcharging of the weapon. The overcharged blast exited the plasma pistol and hit him in the knee, causing an instant burning sensation to spread through his entire leg.

"GRAH!" It roared as the overcharged Plasma-bolt hit his knee, burning deep into his skin. Unfortunately, his shields were down. He hadn't activated them because he believed he wouldn't be dragged to the fight as he helped with the prisoners. He should have known better, should have prepared for them to fight back. He slowly turned his roaring head towards the group of three as she went past Suzaku to the last cell, while Suzaku went to the Fourth one.

"Suzaku, just follow what I do. I saw him open yours and C.C's Cells. I know how It works." She said as she entered the data into the shield generator, unblocking the blue shield.

When she entered the cell, the one who was restrained looked up at her with a smile of relief and joy as he saw that she was here. "Kallen!"

The voice of Ohgi brought another sensation of relief to her mind as she looked at the man who had been restrained as well. His forehead had a bruise in the upper-right corner, but besides that, he seemed unhurt. "Thank god you're alright! How did you get here? Are the others with you?" He began to ask her interrogatively.

"Later." She said as she turned around and repeated the process the elite did for her cuffs, hoping it would work the same way. Thankfully, the clanking sound of the cuffs being released, combined with the crackling sound of the blue energy dissipating confirmed her theory. She turned around and spied him slowly standing up and stretching his legs.

"Man," he exclaimed. "I thought I was going to die in that cell."

"Yeah, well instead, you get to die on the front lines." She said as she walked outside the cell. "Come on, grab a weapon and let's go."

Outside, Suzaku, C.C, and the recently freed Jeremiah, were each scanning between the different weapon racks that littered the hallway. The exotic weapons before them were unknown. Most of them looked relatively similar to their standard assault rifles, but the strange alien-like shape, and with the example from earlier, showed that these were obviously different. C.C Had already grabbed herself the weapon that Kallen had recently used, turning it over in her hand as she smiled. "Could be useful."

Jeremiah picked up a light blueish-greenish shaded weapon and stared at a screen near the strange grip it possessed. A strange type of hum was heard from the machine as Jeremiah looked at it, a grin coming to his face. "A Sniper? Interesting." He said as he took it and continued to examine it himself.

"Let me have a look at that." Spoke Ohgi as he stared at the strange, elongated weapon. Jeremiah handed it to him as the cyborg scanned the weapons, spying an elongated purple and green weapon. A small smile came to his face as he grabbed it and checked around the weapon, scanning to see how it worked. Ohgi looked at the weapon he just received and turned it over. "Looks more like a railgun to me." He said as he held it, glancing around at the others.

Suzaku had picked up what looked like a strange type of thick-barreled weapon. The deep blue coating of it and grip on the gun made him think of it as an assault rifle, but whatever bullets it shot, he knew that they weren't metal. Turning to the creature making the cries of pain, he glanced over it. "What about him?"

"Should we kill him?" Asked Jeremiah, his eyes scanning over the crippled Elite, who grasped its crippled knee. While Kallen scanned the weapon racks, she saw something she thought she might like and grabbed it herself.

"No, let's leave him here." She said as she hefted another of the strange, blue-coated weapon in her hands, testing its weight. "The Alarms are going off due to intruders. Whoever they are, they don't like his kind. Let's leave him to them." She said as she turned towards the rest of the group. "Everyone have what they need?"

The group nodded once, almost in unison as they looked at Kallen. "Well, fearless leader," Spoke C.C Sarcastically as she smiled. "What now?"

"Now," she said with a smirk as she looked at the rest of the group. "Let's kick some ass."


"Man, that was tough."

Lucas sighed as he slid down the side of his slope and into the courtyard. After managing to clear the area of Snipers and Crawlers, he and the rest of Fireteam Vulture split up to take different attack points and take them out individually. The group had managed to clear the rest of the group

"Everyone good?" called the voice of Kale from his position behind cover at the very front of the courtyard. The rock was just enough for him to hide and snipe all the creatures that he needed.

"I think so." Spoke Lucas as he checked his DMR once more, stopping himself from his slide as he scavenged the dead bodies for any plasma grenades.

"I am fine," spoke Z from her vantage point on one of two side-bridges, overlooking the group. "From my view, so is Sam."

"Hey guys!" Called Sam with a grin on her face as she hefted up a large, orange, curvature weapon. "Check it out! The grunt up here had a Fuel-rod Cannon! Still has about Fifteen shots!"

Lucas smiled as he himself found what he needed; a Beam rifle that rest beside two plasma grenades. The Fallen body of a Jackal Sniper sat, its blood covering the metal structure that made up most of the courtyard. "Hello sweetie." He said with a smile as he switched his DMR for the Beam Rifle. Scanning the status-screen, he saw it had 67% Left inside. Good enough for about seven or so shots. Seven should be enough.

"What about Marc?" questioned the Iron Wall as she looked around among the group, trying to find where their leader had gone.

"Guys, over here!"

The voice of their leader alerted the rest of them as they hurried over to where he was. "Marc!" called Kale as he ran through and over the bodies that littered the field, following the rest of them as they headed towards an enormous, metal door embedded into the rock of the desert. It would have been invisible from above, but the entirety of it on the ground was almost hard to miss. Marc looked through his visor at the metal structure with a strange, red button on the front.

"What exactly is it?" spoke the voice of the General through the channel, probably asking someone else on the bridge.

"Well, aint it great to hear your voice again!" called Lucas into the headset as he angrily turned to the side. Marc turned to glare at him warily as the voice returned to the channel again.

"You've proven yourselves effective on your own: A Quality that every Fireteam needs. I commend you for that." Was all the general said as emotionless as he could. "However, you're not out of the woods yet. You still have five prisoners to rescue. Now, someone explain to me what that thing is."

"From my scans," Spoke the ever-more favorable voice of Roland. "It's a doorbell. Ring it, and the doors should open."

"Alright, Fireteam. Ring that bell." Spoke the General as he watched them.

Marc sighed as he glanced around the group, nodding to them as they each ran backwards, heading towards a position they each thought they might be able to hold to take care of them from all sides. Looking back at the door, Marc would nod. "You got it." Was all he said as his fingers pushed the button, the light turning green before the entire thing lit up like a flame and begin disintegrating.

The control panel would continue to scatter into more promethean data fragments, as a hum came from the door. Quickly doing a backwards jog, Marc sped himself towards the cover that had appeared during their fight, the ledge being enough to hide himself as he crouched. Lucas was to his right, aiming with the Beam Rifle towards the entrance, waiting as the massive doors opened, the room inside being shaded from view.

Then it walked out. A Single Grunt took slow, steady steps, aiming its Plasma Pistol around slowly, trying to see where the enemies were. Cautiously and nervously, it began scanning around as its mask emitted whimpers of fear. It slowly turned towards the cover that Lucas and Marc hid behind and tried to see if it could notice anything odd.

"I got it." Called Lucas as he took his Magnum and looked through the scope, glaring directly at the Grunt. Pulling the trigger, the Grunt's head exploded with blue goo, the bullet passing through expertly. The Grunt dropped the pistol it was holding as it fell forward, the Methane tank on its back sending it on a fall towards the ground before it.

Lucas smiled as he holstered his pistol again. "There, problem solved."

Almost instantly, the sound of Roaring was heard from the same, massive door that it had exited from. The sound froze the rest of the Fireteam as they looked through the door. Almost as if from the Nether, the creatures emerged; Grunts, Jackals, Elites, all of them rushing through in one massive charge. The barrage of different colors flying through the air as Needles, Lasers and Plasma each soared towards the group of five, the storm catching almost all of them offguard.

"You just had to say it!" called Z as she and the group quickly began to retreat backwards to better cover in preparation for the second wave.

(A.N: and I leave you with a cliffhanger. Hold on tight until the next one! I find my chapters becoming progressively harder to write. I think that it's going to turn out rather good though, once this story's done and complete. I apologize, but it might take longer for my chapters to be posted, rather than just 1 a day, I might move to one a week. Anyways, time for "Author Answers!"

Edboy4926: Actually, you're right. The Mantis can't fly, true, and while it lacks the Energy wings and power of the Knightmare frame, it still has its own shield linked into its system, and in the Halo universe, the Mantis had taken years of UNSC work to develop. It will take years more for the Knightmare frame. Besides, with the mass of flying vehicles that are currently possessed by both sides, I feel that a flying robot would just add to the chaos.

Evelsaint93: No, there aren't. If you look in the world of Code Geass, you'll hardly find any aliens. If you're referring to C.C and V.V, then they're not aliens. They're humans themselves, who had been granted the power of Geass before gaining a code and becoming a giver of the power.

Well, other than that, I'm done with this chapter. Hope you guys stick around until the next one!)