Chapter 14
Bananas
Jackals foot came sweeping out, catching the Elite unawares and tripping it over, closely followed by the blade, the two prongs at the end melding into the ground and making an awful screeching sound as he tore it out to answer the attack of the elites own blade.
The elite rolled away, regaining its balance, Jackal did the same. Blood slid down from a wound on the forehead of Jackal and the Elite had a cut that reached from his forehead to his mandible.
Jackals blade flickered and discharged, the crystal giving it power completely empty.
The Sangheili bowed and discharged his blade, sliding it back into its holster
Three Long-swords were spearheading the napalm team, a small force to fight a large one.
One pilot jerked the joystick hard right, barrel rolling the plane to avoid the plasma that had come flying at him from the oncoming Banshee.
"Shit, This Op is F.U.B.A.R , Red? Call HQ, we can NOT punch a hole here, I doubt a tactical nuke would do anything, let alone the napalm they've given those greenhorns back there" Said the woman piloting the adjacent Plane. An Short-sword came swiping through them, the name The Reluctant Samurai blazing on the side which was superimposed over a Boars head with M.E.R.C written in Stencil above it,
"YEW HEW" said whatever suicidal moron piloting the Shortie as they spun round sending three missiles smashing into the banshee's front.
Two more Short-swords came flying by with the names God almighty and Skull FKR written on their sides each with the same Boars head on their side.
Lights flashed inside the long-sword, " They did NOT just pass us did theya?" the pilot of the long-sword yelled over his Commlink.
"Lets show em what The Green Boars can do, Ro, you cover me, Mia, take them left side, I call centre shot, betcha I beat my record" said the pilot of The Reluctant Samurai firing the main guns and spraying an oncoming crew of Anti Air troops with 50 calibre bullets and dodging a banshee, while tearing up to 500 ft from the ground.
"50 say's otherwise Sarah" Said Roman, who was now identified as the pilot of God Almighty.
"Dude, their stealing our kills" Said the woman in the Long-sword. As she dodged even more plasma and fuel rod shots
"Cmon, People, keep it together, give them some more cover god-damn-it"
Under ground the fight between Jackal and the Elite had come hand to hand.
Jackal elbowed the elite in the Face, but the Sangheili Caught his elbow, and spun him around so he was facing away from it.
Jackal tried to get out of the grip but couldn't. The Elite was surprised however when the back of Jackals head came smashing into its forehead, dazed, he was even more surprised to find he was thrown over the head of Jackal, crashing into the ground, and letting go of Jackals arm.
The elite rolled away, covering up with a double hoofed kick aimed at Jackals chest.
Jackal didn't have time to dodge, and was sent stumbling backwards by the force of the Elites kick, falling to the ground several metres from the Elite. The Elite snapped back up and resumed its fighting position.
"That hurt" Jackal stated, getting back to his feet and cracking his neck to relieve the whiplash. The armour of the elite Flickered, and the gold trimmings stopped glowing. Jackal held up a small device about the size of a CD, it was obviously from the Elites armour. He dropped it on the ground.
The Reluctant Samurai Made some aerial acrobatics that seemed to defy reality, barrel rolls, loop the loops, dodges, spins and drops, the vehicle flew at over 500 miles an hour and every pilot knows not to stress the inertial dampeners to that point. But by some miracle the ship was holding together.
"Yo Ro, you take God Almighty to take out that- Whoa" The Reluctant Samurai Banked up missing a slip space rupture by inches.
A Covenant Cruiser slid out gracefully, and its hanger bays opened without a sound.
"Mia, Ro, you know the drill, hey flyboys, you wanna be like us? Okay, I need two of you to go cover my rear, the other follow us, give me cover. Lets pump it up" the Long-swords did as she said, banking hard to reach their areas.
Two fighters and a dozen banshees came at them directly, Sarah felt as something crunched from underneath her, one of the Long-swords had been blown away and crashed into her as it began to loose height.
The Long-swords did a loop the loop, releasing a bomb each midway into the sky.
One of which caught a fighter, basically disintegrating the cockpit, the other missed and dropped to the ground harmlessly. The remaining fighter spun around, watching as its opponent flew past.
It made time by destroying another of the Long-swords with a fuel rod shot.
Romans Short-Sword caught a fleck of plasma on his right wing, the lights inside began to flicker red,
"I'm damaged. Sorry Sarah, I have to repair, Green Boar three out" Sarah received the communication, and swore under her breath. They had to blow this big ship up; otherwise the UNSC personnel on the ground would be fighting their way around their own corpses.
"Thanks Ro, good luck, Green Boar six out" Sarah replied, dodging more plasma.
"So what's the plan? " Asked the remaining Long-sword, banking again to avoid more plasma and fuel rods.
"Hey Sarah, have you seen that movie star wars? " Asked Mia, sending some missiles at an turret.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking? " Asked Sarah.
"That's bananas in pyjamas" Replied Mia dropping her napalm into one of the hangers.