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The Huntress sat on her High Tech Promethean throne room within a CAS-class assault carrier as it's shipmaster Havuus stood beside her. She was sitting with her one leg crossed, tapping her foot as she waited a little impatient.
"The Banished. These mercenaries were enemies of the old Covenant years ago. Why must we make deals with these heretics?" The Brute Chieftain asked.
"Because they are more reliable then you are now. If I sent you then you be dead in the matter of seconds. Do not underestimate them, the humans are arrogant but not stupid." Ur-Artis answered.
"Send me to them and I will cleanse them of your sight in your name my goddess." Havuus beat his chest.
She chuckled deeply, leaning over to him and held his head under his chin and rubbed it gently like a pet making her grin. The Brute grinned thinking he would finally have a queen's favor in him until a Promethean solider comes in to give her news.
"My lady, the mercenaries have just boarded with your request."
"Bring them in." She ordered as she pushed Havuus aside and waited for their arrival. Moments later, Zek and Raylen entered the room as they were accompanied by Banished Soldiers consisting of Sangheili and Brute members.
"My lady." Havuus' soldiers and prothean soldiers bowed. The banished members however did not bow and just stood on their feet.
"Bow before your goddess mercenaries!" Havuus demanded.
"Fuck her. We bow to no one." Zek crossed his arms.
She growled as she stood up. "Do you have what I want?"
The only Spartan member in the room pulled out the data drive containing all the information she wanted. Her ever loyal and obedient servant, Havuus, walks over to it, and tries taking it but the Spartan moved it away.
"Our payment." Raylen demanded.
With a growl, the Huntress tapped a few buttons and handed them a Promethean like hard drive. "The information that will grant your organization absolute power is stored in this file. Give this to your chieftain."
Raylen rudely snatched it from her grasp and tossed the flashdrive he had to Havuus. The Brute takes it but not before growling at them as he turned to present it to his mistress. The Huntress attaches it to the computer board as it lights up uploading the information with hologram screens appearing above them showing everything they need to know.
"Excellent Raylen. You delivered well indeed." Ur-Artis grinned and chuckled.
"I had to kill a lot of people for that so you better make due on your part of the bargain."
"Of course we have our deal." She leans closer to him as she seductively scratches his chest armor with one finger, making Havuus a jealous. "But why stop there when you can-"
The Rogue Spartan pulls out a pistol and quickly points it to her face before she could finish. "Just so we understand each other clearly, I don't trust you, nor do I even like you. You are only a means to an end so if you try to do anything clever I will put a bullet through your mouth, bitch."
"Awe, don't be like that darling. There's no need for such violence after all you are worthy hunter among the rest of the hunters I have here." She grinned as she gently pushed his gun down and rubbed her hand against the side of his helmet.
Raylen however did not like any of the advancements as he rudely slapped her hand away and hook punched her hard in the jaw. "Better stop while you're ahead. Because like I said, you are just a means to an end."
Havuus understandingly growled in anger as he jumped towards Raylen grabbed him by the neck. Raises him in the air and ready to snap his neck with a simple squeeze. "How dare you strike the Huntress?! You think you're immortal because you're skilled warrior but you're not immortal. I can squash like any human before you." Havuus threatened as he begins squeezing his neck close to snapping it.
"No! Release him." Ur-Artis orders him.
"But Huntress… He struck you. Mercenaries have no respect for your kind. He deserves to die!" Havuus answered.
"Better do as she says otherwise you want to piss off Atriox. And believe me, a war against the Banished is something your Huntress won't be able to win." Zek threatened as he and other soldiers of the banished held their weapons at aimed at Havuus' soldiers and Promethean soldiers.
Raylen pulled out his pistol and holds it right at Havuus' head. "And I've got better things to do then waste my time kissing her shiny metal ass like you do."
"Enough!" Ur-Artis yelled out, seeing a slightly shockwave that smashed a few things in the room and sends a few soldiers across the room to prove her point.
"Yes Mistress. My apologies. Please forgive me…" Havuus bowed to her before releasing the Rogue Spartan.
"We'll be leaving to inspect our reward for all this trouble. A message will be sent with details of our thoughts." Raylen spoke before he, Zek, and the other Banished Merc soldiers turned and left the throne room.
"Peasant slimes. They have no power over me…" The Huntress mumbled as she returned to her throne and Havuus stood next to her. "Soon enough he'll see I'm no mere mortal…"
Meanwhile at the Order of Freedom, Alex along with Lex and his team with Johann sit in the meeting room. Joseph and Johann were the only two still in wearing their Spartan helmets with Hogan and Jared having bandages on their broken bones as well ice packs.
"What's the status Doctor?" Alex asked rubbing his head in frustration.
"A count of five percent of our marine forces are deceased with ten percent too injured for battle. The battle was meant mostly to disable us as twenty five percent of all our equipment from weapons to tanks have been destroyed. Not only that but Heckins is currently going through data cleaning as most of his hardware was either fried or bugged with the virus. Dr. Ladia is currently undergoing recovery from her injury but it has left some of her nerves damaged so she won't be operating at full capacity for the rest of the mission." Johann pointed out.
"And they stole a copy on all the data on this ship and the data that was in Dena's armor." Alex sighed laying back in his seat.
"Which reminds me, care to explain to us who the hell that Spartan was and why the hell he was on the Covenant?" Lex asked.
"That's what we want to know." Jared sighed placing the Ice bag over his face.
Alex was silent for a moment. Turning around on his seat he typed a few buttons to show Raylen's pic on screen a T.V. as well as his file.
"Raylen Evans, born twenty five twenty three. Was a former Spartan III among an elite team known as Primal Team. Like you Lex and White he fought in the battle of Reach and is one of the very few Spartan III's left."
"Damn, so we're dealing with a Rogue Spartan who's almost like me and White?" Lex asks.
"Yep, though by the look on the symbol he's branded his armor with, I say he seems to have joined up with the Banished."
"I don't think anyone would join those bastards unless if he wants something from them to complete something." White added.
"Or he simply just wants to go merc and just got greedy as hell." Hogan suggested.
"Whatever the case since we may be dealing with Raylen and the Banished this situation as of now just got much, much worse." Standing up, Alex turned around and watched the security footage of Raylen beating Jared and Hogan in their two on one battle. "Dena, I want you with Oracle when we drop."
"WHAT?!" Johann snapped.
"I'm sorry doctor we don't have a choice."
"Do not give me that stier scheisse she is not ready for the field she needs at least another month of physical therapy and still needs to regain control of her body's nerves for combat training!" Johann yelled.
"Do you have any better suggestions doctor because I can't think of any fucking thing?!" Alex slammed his fist on the table. "She's going down there battered and broken or not!"
"Well sir, I don't know. I mean Dena could barely walk when we're attacked. You sure this is wise?" Lex asks curiously.
"At this point it doesn't matter if it's wise or not, the Covenant now has everything on us and we haven't even started fighting them yet. We're in a shit hole the size of the ass end of space."
"As chief medical officer on board this ship I strongly fully decline this choice and vote to delay that order." Johann tried to speak calmly but sounded irritated nonetheless.
"And as the fucking commander of this ship and mission you can take that vote and shove it up your ass Johann because I don't know how much more I have to prove to you people how desperate we truly are at this Goddamn moment!" Alex swore in all seriousness.
"You are taking a very serious big risk with this. The consequences will be yours to bare should anything happen to her." Johann reminded.
"I'll fucking take them all, now dismissed!"
Lex and his team put their helmets on and salute him before leave the meeting room. Lex in the meantime was deep in thought over the commander's choice of sending their injured Sangheili alley on the field this soon. As desperate they maybe right now it didn't feel right taking her into battle without her being fully healed.
"Hey Dena, you were very quiet through all that, don't you have any personal thoughts or such about the commander's all of a sudden decision to send you on the field a month ahead of schedule without you fully recovering?" White asked the female Elite as Lex's team walk towards the barracks. Dena for most part having trouble and having to have to lean on the wall or have either Johann or Lex's support to walk.
"Well I am no stranger to injuries but your commander is correct. We've wasted far enough time with my injuries. We must find the weapon before the Huntress does." Dena answered.
When Dena tripped from her legs hurting, Lex caught her gently and helped her back up and allowed her to lean on him so she can properly walk to a degree.
"Seriously, there is no way you will survive out there in that condition." Hogan pointed out.
"Which is precisely what I'm trying to tell the commander." Johann said seriously.
"No, don't worry about my injuries." She opposed while groaning in pain.
"Yeah but seriously you can't even walk from one end to another without someone's support." Jared mentioned.
"Then… let Lexington assist me. He is one of few I can trust enough with my life." Dena spoke.
The other Spartans paused for a moment before Lex placed Dena's arm over his shoulder and helped her down the hall.
"Geez, didn't know you trusted me that much."
Dena blushed deeply hearing his words. "It's just you've been more kind to me since I arrived here and joining your team. I hope it's not a bother to you."
"Nah I have a soft spot for women. " the Spartan joked under his helmet.
Dena blushed even deeper while feeling a little swayed. "Oh, thank you."
"No problem. Sorry, we can't get a little rest. We got to drop on que ETA three hours. So let's see if we can get your old armor back on."
"Very well then." She answered.
The two eventually after some struggled arrived in the lab with Dena's old armor finally repaired and ready for another combat trip. Only issue was if Dena herself would be ready or not.
Now that it was fully fixed and repaired, Lex was finally able to take notice of it's features. It consisted of golden armor with green highlights, denoting status as field commanders. The armor, especially the helmet, is quite similar in appearance to that worn by Sangheili Generals in service to the Covenant; however, it is a duller shade of gold and leaves the wearer's forearms exposed.
The helmet is an elaborate, accentuated pauldrons use a shield-bolstering pauldron system to increase shield strength. The cuisine is of the spaded design. The greaves are high framed and are ridge-locked, with ornamental raised-claws. It also features an all-encompassing body glove similar in appearance to that worn by Sangheili Generals seen from Reach.
"So are you ready to do this?" He asks considering.
"Sure…" she spoke with a heavy sigh, letting go of her Spartan companion to see if she can try and get her armor on. Starting off with untying the medical gown she was wearing until she stopped and blushed at the realization of something. "Um could you...turn around as I disrobed...please?"
"Oh… uh, sure." Lex answered as he turned around while blushing deeply underneath his helmet.
With assurance that no one was looking she finally disrobed herself naked of the medical gown. Reaching for the full body vacuum suit, she opened it from behind and tried stepping in. Her good leg did okay but once she tried moving her bad leg in place she let out a shout in pain feeling the tightness around it.
Lex tries not to look but his right eye looks at the corner seeing her struggling to dress even in the vacuum suit of her armor. "You sure you don't want my help?" He asks curiously.
"I can handle it." she sighed breathing hard to try and calm herself from the pain she was feeling.
"You don't sound fine…"
"I know but please trust me I can…" she was unable to finish when she found herself losing her balance and fall hard on the ground that made her shout in pain.
Lex rushed over and helps her up gently. He didn't notice that he held her hips. "Are you okay?" He asks.
"I just tripped nothing serious…" she spoke while breathing hard in pain.
"Nice try, Dena." He says as he helps her into a chair.
"I'm serious all I did was just trip that's all…"
"Dena…" He spoke seriously as he started helping her into her vacuum suit herself.
Despite his internal protest, curiosity got the better of him and he was forced to look. He had to admit, she was a very beautiful and extremely sexy female Sangheili. She had very slim curvy body with a. Even with her arms covering her privates, he could tell she had luscious, juicy, giant solid firm watermelon sized double G almost H-Cup breasts. He wanted to say that he could see her malleable, massive plump melon size bubble butt thanks to a mirror behind her. Her thick yet toned thighs were smooth and feminine at the same time.
She has a bit of a chubby middle with a layer of fat around her belly that was plump and squishy but still compliments her child-bearing hips as wide as her breasts. Finally, he noticed she had black freckles across the skin beneath her eyes, along her shoulders, a few on her breasts, on the side of her thighs, and on her bubble butt. He thought they complimented her after her injury, her scaly skin have darken yellow reptilian eyes and her dark grey bluish scaly skin since from the injury a while back.
She turned around so her back was facing him as she didn't want him to see her privates. Yet she still blushed knowing her plump bubble butt was still in view. It was from this view that Lex noticed her lean yet trimmed muscular back and visible lean battle harden muscular arms, obviously as a result from her long military career.
Starting with her ankles first as that appeared to be the most she was able to do herself. It wouldn't be until he was able to reach up to her thick thighs that he realized she was still naked trying to help get her in the suit.
Dena was now blushing intensely more feeling his stare at her thick thighs so close to her womanhood. Lex blushed underneath his helmet as well as he felt her thick hips and was close to reaching her large ass. He wasn't even touching it yet he could already tell how plump and bubbly her cheeks must be from behind.
"L-Lex, your hands are quite large… for a human..." She suddenly spoke with a moaning tone.
He actually froze on that spot, did she just moan for him or something. He may never had any girlfriends in the past but he sure knew the difference between different types of moanings. Especially one coming from that kind of pleasure. "Umm...Perhaps we should move on, mind standing up for me."
She did as she was told but due to her mind still swayed with pain from her injuries and pleasure from the Spartan's accidental exploration of her body. She did not think before acting as the moment she did her womanhood came right into Lex's face from her behind. If it wasn't for his helmet hiding all his features, she would've never guessed that his face was bright in color of a new shade of red.
"D-Dena, your… uh… end is on my face." Lex stammers a little while blushing deeply.
"My what?" she asked still a little out there.
"Your rear end…" He spoke out fully, snapping her out of her heating moment.
"Oops…" she gulped and quickly moved her behind from his view and used her hands to cover the view from his sight.
"H-Hey, it's okay Dena."
"Sorry I...I couldn't think straight the suit is very tight on my leg and it hurts and then there was I-I." she stuttered. That was when she noticed the mirror from earlier that gave him a view of her butt already.
"Dena, it's okay." He spoke softly trying to calm her down. "Just try and relax and I'll help you into the rest of this okay." he spoke softly, calming her before she could have a heart attack from realizing he saw her butt from the mirror earlier.
With a quiet nodded she took a breath and calmed down for him to continue. He then pulls up the suit a little to her as her large butt sinks into the suit making Lex blush more and continues pulling the suit up till it reached her breasts. He stopped not because he didn't want to help but that he was afraid of the possibility of it pushing her into the same heat state again.
"I think I can handle it from here…" she groaned from the pain of the tightness of the suit on the most damaged and recovering parts of her body.
"Alright then." He answered as he watched her push her arms into the sleeves and her breasts squeezes in.
Her tight suit was showing off her well rounded body looking more slicker and smoother from her breasts down to her butt cheeks. Now that her vacuum suit covered her from neck down to the feet, all there was left was to place the different armor pieces on her.
"So what armor pieces do we start first with?"
"Um, help me into my leg armor and work from there."
"Alright." he agreed as she sat down. Reaching for her greaves he helped her slip into each leg armor, which it turned out alright for her good leg but when he started slipping her bad leg into it she hissed in deep pain.
"Sorry…" He stopped temporary
"It's okay. It's only the pain. Please continue." She answered trying to hold the pain in.
"Okay now." He spoke as he lifted her chest armor piece and placed it on her chest and clicks into place.
She made a few adjustments to get it to stay on. However she was now breathing hard as if suffocating from the pain the chest piece and vacuum suit was squeezing on her recovering broken ribs.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks curiously and a little worried.
"Not really." she answered while still breathing hard from the pain she was having. "All I need now is my helmet…"
He picks up the helmet, hands it to her and slips it onto her head. She stretches her neck and body out to get the feeling of wearing armor again.
"How do you feel?" He asks.
As she took a step, the pain in her body from wearing so much on her especially were her broken bones were trying to recover, caused her to trip and fall.
"Still in pain…" She panted heavily.
This caused her Spartan companion to sigh. "I don't know how the hell we're going to get this to work."
"Have you ever been a situation like mine. Forced to fight even though you were still recovering from injuries so great it kept you in the doctors?"
"Well in some situations on the battlefield but your leg is completely broken at the moment despite having surgery and shit done. Not too mention all of this is making your other recovering bones hurting." He answered.
"All Spartan Teams are to report to the shuttle bay ETA Two Hours." They overheard Commander Alex over the vid com.
"Well I guess that's us…" she chuckled nervously.
"Look Dena I don't know. I mean me and my team have done some tough missions in the past on our own. And I know you want to help but…" Lex helped her up to her feet and let her rest an arm over his shoulder so he can help her walk.
"I know you're worried for me but I can handle myself before and after the war. So please, worry yourself and I'll worry about myself." She patted his armored cover chest a little.
Not saying anything else, Lex silently agreed to her request and helped her make her way towards the shuttle bay. "A little warning though, Oracle Team isn't the only Spartan Team onboard. They'll be doing their missions alongside us. And I'm pretty sure most of them are not too fond of Elites. Especially their team leaders who are all either former Spartan Veterans from the last War."
Even though it took them a little short while to make their way to the shuttle bay. True to his word, there were multiple Spartan Teams already there. She saw Lex's team a little far off, with them being Joseph and Johann as always.
"The first team is Gurdian team. Their jobs will be to guard camps and stuff that we'll establish down on the planet." Lex mentioned as he pointed to the first Spartan team consisting of a GEN II Anubis Spartan their leader, a GEN II Fenrir Spartan, a GEN II Reaper Spartan, and a GEN II Cyclops Spartan. The team apparently busy looking over a map before they turned and watched the female Elite carried by Lex pass them by.
"The next is Force Team. They'll be doing information gathering on the Covenant's equipment and other stuff." Lex mentioned as they walked past the second Spartan Team. Consisting of their leader, a GEN II Cypher Spartan, a GEN II Orbital Spartan, a GEN II CQB Spartan, and a GEN II Mako Spartan. They were occupied doing some exercise to get prepped and ready. Stopping the moment Dena past them to watch her suspiciously.
"And finally there's Cobra Team. Basically one of the teams that'll be assisting the marines in the skirmishes."
The Cobra Team consisted of their Leader a GEN II EVA Spartan, a GEN II Enforcer Spartan, a GEN II Seeker Spartan, and a GEN II Deadeye Spartan. They were busy checking and reloading their weapons. Turning their heads to watch Dena walk past them as they still reloaded their weapons.
Lex patted her shoulder gently. "Don't worry, Dena. If others can get used to Arbiter then they'll get used to you."
"Do you really think so?" She asks worryingly.
"I know so. Come on, we got to meet up with the others. Alex is got to give one of his speeches."
With a soft nod, she allowed Lex to help her over to where the team was waiting for her.
"I'm telling you guys, this is a bad idea…" Jared mentioned through the mic of his helmet as everyone was checking their weapons and equipment.
"Try telling that to Commander Alex you heard him. He doesn't give a shit at this point as we're seriously in a desperate situation after having our asses kicked by the Banished." White commented.
"She won't survive down there in her condition!" Johann pointed out, still sounding angry with Alex's decision to have her on the field way before Dena could recover.
"And you think I'm happy about this decision? We'll have to do for now, doctor." Lex added.
"My advice, have her do sniping positions away from the battlefield. At this point she would risk permanently crippling herself." Johann answered.
"Dena, how well can you snipe?" White asks curiously.
"I can decently snipe every now and then. I'm no master like Hogan here but I have some experiences here and there."
Before anyone else could respond, the rest of the Spartan Teams stood ready for attention, causing Lex and his team to do the same. Soon Commander Alex himself now wearing his Spartan Helmet enters and walk in front of a Pelican Dropship spray painted with the UNSC Flag.
"Spartans! No poor bastard ever won a war by dying for his faction. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his faction. An army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don't know anything more about real battle than they do about fornicating." Alex began his speech.
"Now, we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the Galaxy. You know, by God, I actually pity those poor bastards we're going up against. By God, I do. The Covenant are the enemy and we're not just going to shoot the bastards. We're going to murder those lousy Cove bastards by the bushel. We're going to wade into them, spill their blood, shoot them in the belly. We're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to hold onto them by the nose, and we're gonna kick them in the ass. We're gonna kick the hell out of them all the time, and we're gonna go through them like crap through a goose!" Alex continued.
"Alright now you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel. Oh, I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime, anywhere." he concluded.
Most of the Spartans in the room cheered in agreement. All expect Lex and his team with Hogan snickering a little behind his helmet.
"Why am I not surprised he stole that from General Patton?" Hogan elbowed Joseph a little.
"Who is this General Patton?" Dena asked, all completely confused on what just happened.
"Patton is a big ass long story." Lex answered.
"So will he be fighting with us?" she asked once more tilting her head gently to the side.
The Spartans within the group just looked at each other silently dumbfounded.
"No let's just say he won't be because he's been dead for six hundred years and that's all part of the big ass long story." Lex sighed, placing Dena's arm over his shoulder and helping her into the Pelican.
From the way she was grunting in pain and breathing hard the team could already tell her armor pressed tightly onto her was giving her pain. Already guessing why as once she sat down and latched her seatbelt on she rubbed her still recovering broken leg softly.
"Guys, I'm serious this is suicide. She's going to slow us down big time." White commented getting into her seat and strapping on.
"White, I know how you feel about this but what choice do we have in the matter." Lex answered while taking his seat and strapping the seat belt on.
"Once we arrive I want you to stay with Lex at all times so he may keep a close eye on your condition." Johann stated outside. "Unfortunately I have to stay on board and help with Dr. Ladia and the others hurt from the attack."
Joseph gave them a salute before walking off. Just as Jared and Hogan took their seats and strapped on for the ride.
"I do not mean to serve as a distraction... I…" Dena tried saying before she felt Joseph give her a small pat on the shoulder and takes a seat next to Hogan.
Once aboard the hatch closes and prepares for take off.
"So anyone got a final question to ask should we die on the way down there?" Hogan asked.
"I got two. Dena, what size are those boobs of yours and how the hell can you fit those damn thing in there?" Jared asked out of the blue.
Lex smack Jared in the side for asking a ridiculous question."Let me ask you something. How big will that bruise will be?" He asks annoyed.
"Um…" Dena began her face blushing heavily looking away in embarrassment. "I believe Johann classified them as Gs. And every combat harness is custom made to adapt to our sizes. Though I had to get mine specially made because most of them would not fit me because of my breasts."
"Dena, you don't have to answer that kind of question." Lex spoke.
"I honestly didn't think female elites had boobs." Hogan confessed.
"Yeah that's because most Elites in the military are males and you don't see many females. I'm one of those very extreme rare cases since my late father had allot of power within the Covenant military at the time. But our use of them are similar to how Earth women use them. The only slight difference is Elite children can sometimes be slightly rougher because they have to bite in with their sharp little teeth and suck the nutrients needed." Dena confessed once more.
"Well, at least now we know one of the secrets of the Galaxy. The explanation of Elite tits." Jared joke which got Hogan laughed alongside him. Though Joseph punches Hogan into his side as Lex did the same to Jared again.
"What, if we somehow die on the way down there didn't you want to know about Elite boobs sir?" Hogan asked.
"I suggest you stay quiet for the rest of the trip. Understand Hogan? That goes for you too Jared." Lex spoke.
"Party pooper…" the two grumbled quietly.
The Pelicans slowly take flight off from the ship's hangar bay as they flew straight down and began making their way towards the planet.