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Location: New Mombasa, Kenya, East Africa, EARTH.
Timestamp: October 23rd 2552. 08:45 hours.
Unit ID: Corporal Jacob Matthews (Male, 25, 5'11"), Orbital Drop Shock Trooper, 7th Shock Troopers Battalion.
Status: Moving down stairs.
As they descended the stairs, Jacob took a peak behind him at his little 'team' that had set out to locate his out of touch comrade Curtis Stevens. Closely following him was a very focused Shay'est with a carbine rifle out, but lowered as to avoid friendly fire. This was common practice it seemed in any military unit, not just with humans; it seemed to be a pretty sensible thing to do.
Slowly moving behind her was Thel'Watamee, his plasma rifle in hand and also looking quite focused. It seemed that elites were quite focused at almost all times in combat. This was good for Jacob in this case; as if they weren't focused it could very well mean the difference between life and death.
As they reach the bottom of the stairs, Jacob turns on the Heads Up Display on his helmet and turns to the others. "Okay," he starts, grasping their attention "we're going to head to the area his pod was headed for. We'll search around there for a while and if we can't find it, we make something up on the spot." He turned back toward the street.
"Make something up?" Thel'Watamee asked "What do you mean?"
"Well," Jacob replied, checking his corners and looking for anything in the street that could pose a threat "We decide amongst ourselves what actions to take next in finding him."
He stepped out into the street, lifting his gun and glancing up at the mini-map in his HUD. "Heading south. Let's go."
After a few minutes, they came to the end of the street, and took cover at the corner of a building. After peeking around the corner, Jacob spotted a small patrol; a jackal, two grunts and a Jiralhanae leading the pack. The brute was quite large and was built in such a way so that he appeared that he could knock over a building with a single left hook. Jacob didn't want Shay'est having a fight with that walking tank, so he took it upon himself to nominate Thel'Watamee to take on the challenge.
He turned back to whisper "There's a patrol ahead. One Kig-Yar, two grunts and one Jiralhanae. Thel, you wanna take the Brute? Or shall I?"
Shay'est, as though on cue, "Why can I not take him?"
Jacob glanced to her, patted her on the shoulder and said "Aww…" before returning his hand to his weapon and his glance to Thel'Watamee, and saying "Well? What's it gonna be?"
Thel'Watamee nodded and said "I will take him."
"Beautiful." Jacob smiled "I'll have the Kig-Yar." He turned to Shay'est "You can have the other two, sweetie." He chuckled.
Shay'est muttered something beneath her breath, but Jacob ignored it, and assessed how the fight was going to play out in his head, dismissing the less likely scenario every time a new one came up in his battle-hardened mind.
After about 10 or so seconds, the best scenario told him what was going to happen. He readied his SMG and gave a countdown to his allies. "3… 2… 1… Go." As he stood up and they moved out into the street, something went off in the distance; a large explosion roaring through the evening air. Jacob knew this was something important and wanted desperately to know what it was that blew up, but knew that it was more important to be in the moment he was in now. He knew that taking advantage of the confusion caused by the explosion was the best thing he could do.
He sprinted forward at the enemies that were frightened and gazing into the distance at the smoke cloud that was beginning to rise. He aimed his SMG at the grunts and pulled the trigger, spraying a barrage of bullets at the little confused monsters, whilst leaping, thrusting his knife towards the Kig-Yar. The jackal saw him lunging at it, as bright blue liquid splattered across the right side of its face. It lifted its carbine rifle toward him, but only lifted it as far as to point toward where Jacob's feet were a moment ago, before its eye was ruptured by Jacob's sharp, custom tailored blade. It then dropped its gun and fell to the ground, whilst Jacob pushed it in deeper, just to be certain the thing was completely fucking dead.
He pulled his knife from the thing and spun around for the brute, but was grabbed by the titan's giant hand and lifted off the ground completely, his SMG falling out of his grip. After an instant of examining the situation, he appropriately stated "Shit." before thrusting his knife into the hand of the brute, lodging it firmly between the big sausage of a thumb and the brute's wrist. The beast angrily growled and lifted him higher into the air, preparing to slam him against the ground with enough force to completely crush his torso. This also worried him a bit.
Just as he was about to be slammed on the tarmac road, a bright blue light flashed by, followed by a hum and a loud psshhh sounding hiss. Following the noise, Jacob dropped to the floor, but not with the acceleration that would be provided by the brute's strength, but merely the normal 9.81m/s2 acceleration of gravity. He collided with the ground with a thump, and looked down to find the brute's arm still attached to him, knife still lodged in its hand, and the arm severed just above the elbow.
Jacob looked up to see the brute gripping its stump of an arm and being beheaded by Thel'Watamee, who had rushed into battle behind Jacob, saving him from being crumpled beneath the strength of this monster, his energy sword carving the giant beast down to small shreds with ease. Jacob felt a little less stressed about the situation than he was a moment ago. He let his head flop back onto the road and took a moment to relax. He was no longer going to be squished like a cookie that had just been dipped in milk. This pleased him quite a bit.
"Thanks buddy," He said to Thel'Watamee "really saved my shit there."
"You are welcome, human. Remember to repay me the favour." He said, his sword fizzling to nothing and putting his hilt away.
"Yeah, no shit." He replied, still lying down with no intent of getting up in the next few minutes.
"Are you okay, Jacob?" Shay'est asked, leaning over him and looking down at him.
His only response was "Who can I thank for that fucking explosion?"
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