Chapter Twenty-Eight: YOLO
"Alright, let's move out!" Chief ordered. Six stood up, and brushed the snow off of his ass. Emile sheathed his kukri, and the lone Marine stood up.
"Hey, Emile, didn't you leave with more Marines?" Six asked.
"They got shot dead."
"Oh." Six picked up a Plasma Rifle from one of the dead Elite's corpse. Emile still had his MA5, Chief had one as well, and Johnson had his Sniper Rifle. The Marine held a DMR. Oh, how Six longed for the DMR. But, he would let her keep it.
The group headed for the canyon, with Six taking point, Plasma Rifle raised in one hand. Six turned the corner..."You have got to be kidding me."
"What is it now?" Emile had to ask.
"Hunters." Six ducked as a fuel rod passed over his head, and impacted on the cliff wall behind him. He grabbed for his only frag he had, primed it, and tossed it. It wasn't enough to kill a Hunter. "Anyone got an idea? I'm don't have a single one."
"What's new?" Emile muttered as he tossed a grenade at the approaching Hunters. The fragmentation bounced off one of them, and landed to the side. Six, Emile, Johnson, and the Marine dove behind a rock, as yet another fuel rod flew by.
"Someone ought to teach that giant spaghetti can a thing or two about aim," Johnson shouted, as he ran out of cover, and out of Six's sight. He heard multiple sniper shots, and the roaring of a Hunter. Johnson ran back into cover, and tossed away an empty clip. "That's how you shoot!" Six peered around the edge of the rock, and saw one of the Hunters, laying dead on the snow, orange blood oozing from the dead worms that made up the body.
"Okay, now, what about the other one?" Six asked. "Hey, where's Chief?"
The second Hunter made its charge, but right as it made it to the rocks, a Ghost slammed into the Hunter, and Chief fell out. The Hunter's front armor was dented, and the Ghost was smashed beyond repair. "That was your plan?" Six questioned. "All it did was ruin the Ghost, and piss the Hunter off even more."
"You have a better idea?" Chief fired into the Hunter, who was charging at them once more.
"Not really."
"That's what I thought." Chief reached for a grenade, and tossed it. The frag landed next to the Hunter, who brought the heavy shield down to protect itself. Shrapnel embedded into the Hunter's sheild, but other than that, it was completely unharmed.
"We could really use a M41 right about now," Emile commented, and climbed up the rocks to fire at the Hunter, before jumping down as a fuel rod turned the spot he had been just moments before into glass.
"I got this," Johnson jumped back out of cover, and fired the entire clip into the Hunter. The giant beast was still standing. "I guess they don't make bullets like they used to," Johnson said as he tossed another empty clip.
"Maybe they just make Hunters stronger than they used to," the Marine commented, lifting up her DMR as she peered around the corner of the rock. Unfortunately, the Hunter had then decided to fire, hitting her directly in the face, with a fuel rod. Her body went flying back, and rolled to a stop in the snow, steaming rising from her melted top half. "Shit," Johnson said. "That could've been me."
Six reached down, and picked up the DMR, which was on the ground when the Marine had been hit. It was warm, but it still looked completely operational. Six put the Plasma Rifle on his hip, and cocked the DMR. Emile stared at him. "What?"
"Something tells me that you aren't torn up over that Marine's death," Emile replied, checking for any extra MA5 ammo laying around. Not seeing any, he slung the Assault Rifle over his back, and drew his kukri. "Outta ammo."
"Why don't you use the shells on your wrist?" Six asked, pointing at the gray Spartans wrist. Six shells were attached to it.
"Those are used, and just for show. You know, to look intimidating," Emile told Six. "To make you feel like a badass."
"Yeah," Six scoffed, "If I were a alien a full foot taller than you would be run at the sight of puny shotgun shells on a demon's wrist."
"Hey, shotguns are more effective than DMR's."
"Only at close ranges! Like I want to charge at Elites that have Energy Swords!"
"Oh come on, that's fun!"
"You know," Chief interrupted, "If you two are done fighting, I could use your help." He was on the back of the Hunter, beating the exposed worms with his armored fist, and the Hunter was doing its best to shake him off.
Emile tossed him his kukri, but the throw was several feet off and the bent blade fell into the snow. Six reached for his knife, but then remembered that he had dropped it when he was thrown off the bridge. "Johnson, knife," he ordered.
"I do outrank, you know that, right?" Johnson said as he lit up a cigar.
"Yeah, but I'm the Spartan."
"I honestly won't take that as an excuse, but," Johnson handed Six the knife. "Prove to me that you and I are on the same level."
Six took the knife, and ran at the Hunter, screaming the battle cry of "YOLO!" He thrust the knife into the Hunter's abdomen, and pulled it to the side, severing several worms. The Hunter roared out, and switched targets from Chief to Six. Emile ran over with his recovered kukri, and stabbed the Hunter in the face. The behemoth was down in a matter of seconds.
As Emile pulled his kukri out, Six stared at the weapon, and remembered the last time he had used one. To kill a Spartan. But, in defence, he was avenging his raped friend.
"Something wrong?" Emile asked, snapping Six out of a flashback.
Six shook his head, and thought; These flashbacks aren't as bad as the hallucinations, right?
Chief lead the group through the canyon, facing little resistance as they made their way. They reached a curving downward slope, with Marines fighting two Hunters. "Oh, come on! More Hunters! I quit!" Six complained, getting stares from the other members of the group. "What?"
"As far as I can tell, we have backup, and one of the Marines has a-" Chief was cut off by an explosion, and pieces of a Hunter went flying into the air. "- rocket launcher," Chief finished.
"Concentrated fire should bring the other down," Emile suggested. They had more than enough Marines.
"Okay let's go!" Chief opened fire on the Hunter, which was now approaching the group of Marines. "Open fire, ladies!" Johnson ordered the Marines trapped by the cliff. Six pulled out the Plasma Rifle and let loose on the Hunter, attempting to melt the armor.
The Marines and Spartans were able to finish the Hunter before it made it a charge at the humans, which would have no doubt ended a few lives. "Alright men! Listen up! You are going to be assisting the Master Chief and his Spartans to the Control Room! And you will give the Covies hell! And you will like it! Stomp their brains in, shoot extra assholes in those assholes. Do you hear me?"
"Sir, yes sir!" The Marines exclaimed.
"Anybody got any extra shotgun shells?" Six asked the group. Several hands went up, and Six took up the collection. "Here," he muttered as he handed the shells to Emile, who eagerly took out his shotgun and loaded all eleven of the shells in. "You're welcome."
Emile took point, shotgun raised, keeping on high alert. Six followed along side Chief, DMR angled at the ground. They entered a cave, supported by the metal that most of the structures on the ring were made of. The blast of a shotgun echoed throughout the cave. "Stealth Elite, but I got him," Emile reported, as he picked up the Elite's energy sword and stuck it to his hip.
As they exited, they climbed up a small cliff, and right into a hellhole of Covenant. Johnson fired the Sniper as he got up the cliff, taking an Elite's head off. The aliens returned fire, sending the Ghosts in to take out as many humans as possible.
Six ran at one of the purple recon craft, and jumped on the hood. The driving Elite snarled at him, while attempting to shake Six off. He was able to keep his grip on the Ghost, and the driver pulled a Plasma Pistol on him. Charging it up, the Elite aimed at Six, who pulled himself up, and smacked the Elites hand. The overcharged plasma hit the Ghost, disabling it.
Six took the opportunity to kick the Elite in the head, knocking it out of the vehicle and pulled himself into the driver seat. "Okay, boost toward aliens. Grunts are ten points, Jackal fifteen, Elites are thirty, Hunters are extra lives," he commented, as he floored it at a group of fleeing Grunts. Blood splattered on the snow, and on the Ghost, leaving three Grunts dead as Six turned for another pass.
Emile led four of the Marines to cover behind a tree, while Chief and Johnson took the others to flank any Covenant. Six was splattering Grunts, laughing as they squealed in fear. All that was left of the Covenant forces here were two squads of Elites, and a bitchload of Grunts.
One of them Elites squads fired several rounds of plasma at Emile's team, attempting to hit them. "Open fire!" Emile ordered when the plasma had stopped. Chief had ordered his troops to do the same, and bullets criss-crossed as the Elites took fire. Johnson hit one of the aliens in the shoulder, and it fell to the ground, moaning in pain.
One of its buddies ran out to help it, but Johnson nailed that one in the head. Another fell to the concentrated fire of three Marines, and the last Elite left standing took off for a door in the side of the cliff. The other squad of Elites provided cover fire for the fleeing Elite. Now that was an oxymoron.
Six put the pedal to the...well, since there is no metal beneath a Ghost pedal, let's just say he went really fast at the Elites. They all scattered, but Six still smashed into one, the blades on the Ghosts wings cutting it in half. Another fell to the expert sharpshooting of Johnson, which really had been quite handy.
"Charge!" Emile shouted, pumping his shotgun and ejecting an empty shell. The Marines ran at the Elites guns blazing, and they were soon joined by the charge of Chief and Johnson and their Marines. They stood in a line just like a firing squad, which they were. The Elites had nowhere to run, since they had been pinned against the cliff wall. The automatic fire tore through their shields, and then their armor. Three fell as the trapped Elites ran at the wall of humans, firing plasma as the charged.
One reached a human, but had its guts blown out its back by Emile. "Cease fire," he and Chief ordered at the same time. For once, there was silence. Snow fell onto the dead bodies of the Elites, and the Marines shouted in celebration. They had gotten through a fight without any deaths.
"The Control room is a short trip from here," Cortana said. "But you'd have to go through that door in the cliff, and then to the bridge above you." Six looked upward, and saw the bridge. It was a couple hundred feet up easy. He had had some bad experiences with the last bridge he had been on.
"Hey, Blue!" Johnson called. Six turned toward the sergeant, being the only blue thing alive. Johnson tossed Six his Sniper Rifle. "I don't need this anymore. You take it." He tossed Six three extra clips for it.
Six collected the items, and put the clips in his pouch, and his DMR on his back. "Let's do this," he said, pulling the bolt back on the weapon.
A/N: Many thanks to Dejae, shadowblazex22, and arbiter6784 for beta-reading this chapter.
I must admit, I look forward to the end of the Assault on the Control Room chapters, which should be the very next chapter. It is probably one of the weirdest missions I've ever played. all the rooms look almost identical, you know?
Now that I have completed Move On, My Spartan, it gives me more time to work on this story. So yay!
Anyway, please review, and let me know how I am doing so far.
Peace out!
