A/N: [Insert Witty Remark]
This is the levels of creativity I have fallen on.
Who would have guessed that sitting in front of a screen for hours trying to slam my head against a figurative wall would do that to you?
Also, I didn't realize I had literally deleted the section of the omake that felt 'off' to me, and thus claimed it was of lower quality. Did feel slightly off regardless, but the part that was published is significantly less wack than the deleted part.
Remnant, Beacon Academy, Sanus
August 21, 2553
1300 Hours
Sierra Beta-312
"I heard you have footage of your exploits. May I have a look?"
"Depends. How'd you hear?"
"Ozpin mentioned how you showed lots of footage of your experiences during your time at Atlas."
I sighed, scrolling through the TacPad for which mission I would show. Hm…
That would do.
My mission on Algolis; stuck with a drop shield, a DMR, and a Needler.
That one was FUBAR from the start; the SOEIV pod had almost crushed me on landing, my provided side-arm was literally rendered unusable, what cover I could find was rubble barely standing, and I was diverting hundreds of Covenant from valuable ONI sites while they enacted Cole Protocol and evacuated.
Three Wraiths, a shit-ton of Banshees, and a few Ghosts were deployed against me; alongside a huge infantry group.
How I held out in a ruined town with shit cover and scarce ammunition was a fucking miracle in and of itself. Hell, some of the best cover was literally the half-crushed drop pod in the middle of what used to be a street intersection. By the time I had gotten there, it might as well have been an open field. At least I would have a better sight-line then.
Playing the footage of the drop and subsequent skirmish as the Covenant descended upon me, Port watched as I fought, and fought, and fought.
"By the Gods! How long is that?"
"Far too long. A few hours before I was evacuated; but the whole place was a nightmare to work with."
"I can see that. What sort of enemies are you fighting? They don't look like Grimm."
"Intelligent Grimm; of a sort. Don't worry about them. They're not here." I said, as Professor Port looked on with rapt interest. "Yet..." I mumbled shortly after.
At some point I had run out of ammunition on the DMR and tossed it aside for a fallen Marine's MA5B. The rifle barked in rapid succession, culling the Covenant as I went.
Apparently I had begun playing music, couldn't remember the name of it. Eventually running out of ammo for the MA5B, I fell back to the Needler and grabbed a Plasma Pistol.
I forget how lethal those can be, sometimes.
The notes rang out over the chaos of the battle, as the bodies began piling up.
I still remember how close I was to dying that day.
Algolis, Ruined Town
April 24, 2549
1100 Hours
Sierra Beta-312
Plasma bolts flew overhead.
I was crouched behind what was left of a wall, and had to practically sit down to be in cover. The M7S I had dropped in with had literally bent in half, and the DMR had taken a beating, with most of the spare mags left unusable. So far, I had a Needler in case I ran out, but it wasn't going to do much against the horde of Elites.
Last frag.
Tossing it over my head, I waited for the satisfying explosion before popping up and firing.
5 shots.
4
3
2. Should reload soon.
Ducking back into cover, I check my ammo.
One spare.
The whole AO was fucked, Covenant were crawling all over my position and I was going to be flanked pretty soon.
Plasma grenade by my feet, some Elite must have dropped it.
Grab it, sprint from cover.
Plasma rained all around me, as I turned.
Chucking the plasma grenade, I fired the last two shots in the DMR.
Eject the magazine. Insert my last one.
My music player selected a song as the grenade detonated.
Playing:
"Don't Stop The Devil"
By: "Dead Posey"
Slide into a collapsed building, a small little wall that was about my height.
A dead Marine propped against the wall, covered in plasma burns. His MA5B rested on the floor.
Hey you
Baby blues
Show me whatcha gonna do
Peeking out from the cover, I zoomed in and started sniping the Jackals.
The Wraith hovered into the area, and the gunner started opening fire.
Plasma splashed against the wall, and the remaining infantry joined in.
At least I didn't have to worry about shields or snipers now.
The ammo counter read '7'.
Mad Jack
Dressed in black
Gonna give Mama a heart attack
Grab one of the Marine's unused frags; toss.
It bounces into a group of Grunts, they squeal and try to dive away as it detonates.
Open fire on the Elite with the concussion rifle.
Its shields flare, then break.
One shot left.
Aiming for the head, I pull the trigger.
The Elite is cut off mid howl, and collapses.
Toss aside the now empty DMR, crouch down to pick up the assault rifle.
Soul buyer
Spittin' fire
Only your touch is gonna get me wild
Say I'm not a sinner
But you make me a liar
I spray in bursts, as the Covenant wave advances across the intersection to my position.
Grunts fall, and Elites stagger. But where are the Brutes-
The pile of rubble behind me explodes, as the distinctive 'thoom' of a Gravity Hammer registers.
Knew I would get flanked.
Turning around, I come face to face with a Brute Chieftain.
Opening fire, I backpedal...straight into the wall I had been using as cover.
Oh fuck oh fuck.
Duck, as the Hammer slams into the wall behind me.
I was thrown under and in between the Brute's legs, sliding past the Brute.
Take advantage of the momentary shock, hop on its back, and slam my combat knife into its neck.
The red blood spurts out, as I ride the body to the ground.
Rifle is empty, and I toss it aside; drawing the Needler.
The purple crystals zip through the air, burying into all kinds of Covenant.
Then they detonate in a pink explosion , sending bodies flying.
Grab the Gravity Hammer, and start running at them.
Plasma strikes my armor and splashes around me.
The health monitor steadily ticks down as the distance nears.
Beeping fills my ears just as I slam the hammer into the ground.
Grunts and Elites are sent flying.
Raise the hammer; slam it down.
Repeat, until the battery runs out.
Flip the hammer around, and bring the blade down like an axe onto a Grunt.
Grab its Plasma pistol.
Green globs of plasma melt the crowd, as the wave falls apart; the survivors trying to regroup on the Wraith.
Switching to the Needler, the air filled with the pink crystals as they honed in on the enemies.
The explosion from the combined Subanese crystals killed the wave, with only the Wraith left, its gunner torn to shreds.
I knew Spartan-IIs did it, and I had heard and seen the stories myself. They would literally punch tanks to death.
But can a Spartan-III do it?
Time to find out.
I hopped onto the back of the Wraith, the driver trying to spin around and around to shake me off. I reared back my fist and punched with all my strength, and kept punching.
After what felt like an eternity, the Wraith finally caught fire.
Holy shit, it is possible.
Aiming for the little port right on the back, I felt my punch break something, then my hand suddenly got very hot.
"Shit." Jumping off as quickly as I could, the wave of heat washed over me.
My armor started beeping at me rapidly, and the health monitor was very much in the red.
Limping over to a pile of sandbags, I sat down and reached for the Trauma kit I always brought with me.
Ever since I was first assigned to defend these places on my own; I had taken up the habit of carrying a Trauma kit on me. Meant I wasn't as reliant on health kits being on-site.
Shaky hands pried open the casing. A Biofoam injector rolled out. Not dermacortic steroids, which would repair severe injuries; but good enough to keep me together until extraction.
I snatched up the Biofoam canister and looked myself over.
My armor was pitted and scarred, the green and brown now scratched off enough in places where the steel color could be seen. The EOD helmet was holding strong, but the rest of the armor was going to break soon.
My entire left arm was burned black, and the Mjolnir was the only thing that had somewhat kept my actual skin safe; and the burning sensation in my arm was very present and very distracting. Looking closer, it was also probably broken. I probably shouldn't have punched nanolaminate multiple times in a row.
TacPad was probably toast, the whole thing was sparking, too.
Rifling through the kit's contents, I found the morphine injector. This would numb the pain and keep me going. Stabbing first the Morphine then the Biofoam in, I emptied both in quick succession as the chemicals flowed through the suit.
I like the games we play
When you're inside my veins
My arm numbed, and it slightly locked up from the Biofoam. The gel layer hardened up, preventing me from really moving the arm.
Check weapons.
The Needler was going to run out soon, and the Plasma pistol was at half battery.
The next wave of Covenant was inbound, ETA less than three; so I needed to get whatever I wanted to do fast.
No a little good
Don't stop the Devil
I pick myself up, and the whoosh of the Covenant dropships are already present.
Need to hurry.
A fireteam of Marines had died in the remains of a collapsed gas station, and one of them had a SPNKr.
One half loaded tube and a full one.
A BR-55, with half a magazine. No visible spares.
Whole bunch of MA5Bs; all nearly empty and with no spares in sight.
One SRS-99; one bullet. Two spare magazines in sight.
M247, empty magazine but I counted at least three spare box magazines. Had a bipod and everything.
Seven or so grenades.
Too bad I couldn't carry all this at once.
Stocking up on grenades, I marked this spot down as a fallback point, as the remains of the gas station left a large wall of soft cover.
High volumes of plasma would punch holes in it, but I could use it as cover for some time.
The Phantom dropships began to lower, discarding their 'cargo'.
Crouched low, I stood up and ran for the landing point. I could intercept the Covvies and ambush them while they were still grouped up; then I could whittle down their numbers and repeat-
I landed face first on the ground. Looking back, I saw a leg with severe plasma burns. Further inspection revealed I had tripped over one of the dead Marines.
Cause a little good
Don't stop the Devil
Get back up, and start traversing the rubble. I managed to find the only somewhat still standing building, and emerged on the remains of the third story.
Covvies seemed confused by the music; looking around for the origin.
I reared back my hand before rocketing it forwards, as the green sphere left my hand.
It bounced off the ruined street and smacked a Brute right in the face.
Jackals noticed it, and they dived away; skittering. Brutes howled.
The Grunts would have squealed, but the explosive geyser of shrapnel and debris cut them off.
Most of the group died off immediately. Only some Brutes that weren't next to the frag survived. My ruined building rumbled, and shook. This wasn't going to last long as cover.
The Needler whistled, the pink crystals flying through the air.
Dodge as they might, they couldn't outrun the crystals.
Explosions engulfed the survivors.
A pink crystal buried itself into my right shoulder.
"Augh! Fuck!" I ducked back into cover; grabbing the crystal and yanking it out. It clattered against the ground where it shattered.
Jackal sniper, most likely. Needle rifle. Could try and locate it by getting it to fire again, but I had no long range options.
The stairs were exposed; I would be a sitting duck trying to go down. I could jump, but the building seemed unstable enough that the vibration would be enough to bring it down.
Health monitor was red, and the suit was beeping again.
I had the drop shield enhancement on me, so I could heal and run for it.
Deploy the shield; watch as the health monitor slowly ticks out of the red.
The Jackal sniper takes a few potshots at the shield. The health monitor ticks over to blue.
I can get out of here now. Run down the stairs, jerky movements, move unpredictably.
Before I could exit the building, a bright blue glob of plasma arced overhead.
Another Wraith?!
They really want me dead.
The building collapsed just as I dived into the street.
Banshees zipped overhead.
Hellbent
Left again
Ain't comin' back til' God knows when
Banshee bombs landed all around, with plasma bolts peppering the street.
I scrambled to my feet and ran.
The SPNKr could scare off the Banshees, buy me time while I hijacked the Wraith. Then I could take out or scare off the air support and deal with the infantry.
Just one problem.
The Wraith was being escorted by the rest of the Covenant troops that were brought in, and more dropships were arriving.
Counted at least seven dropships, with more on the way.
I had dropped both my weapons at some point. The bandolier of 40mm grenades rattled as I ran.
Could use those as makeshift grenades. Just need a little tampering to hand activate them.
Sliding one out of its slot on my chest-rig, I ran towards the Wraith.
A Ghost zipped by, spraying me with plasma bolts.
Slam the bottom of the 40mm, and toss it at the Ghost.
It explodes, killing the piloting Elite. The Ghost drops to the ground, awaiting a new pilot.
"Thanks for the kick-ass ride, idiot!" I shouted, hopping in and flying off. The Ghost was damaged, but it would do for my initial assault.
Weaving in and out of rubble, I came up on the Covenant group. I engaged the boost, and carved a path straight through the center.
Most of them never had a chance. The few facing my way managed to dive and avoid me, but the rest didn't notice until it was far too late.
Grunt gunner was turning to open fire on me.
Swivel the Ghost around, and cut through the Covenant infantry again, this time opening fire with the plasma guns.
Alien screams and howls ring out as plasma meets flesh and shields. They were silenced as I sped through the group once more.
Then an Elite hopped onto the Ghost, and reared back its arm.
Time slowed to a crawl, the plasma bolts sent my way almost freezing mid air. I hopped out of the Ghost, grabbing a plasma grenade and rifle off the ground.
An Elite was next to me, still trying to fire on the Ghost.
Pulling out my knife, I jammed it upwards into the Elite's mouth. The shields shattered, and by now they were starting to realize I wasn't on the Ghost anymore.
Toss the plasma grenade onto the Ghost, and take two more grenades from the Elite I killed. The hail of plasma was slowly shifting to where I was, and the Wraith was backing up to fire on me.
Hop on, beat the Grunt gunner to death, and start prying off the cover with the combat knife.
The world sped back up again, as the Ghost was engulfed in blue flames and the plasma began splashing all around me.
I couldn't break open the hatch with my fists, but I could channel my force into a tool. The combat knife made for an excellent tool.
The Wraith's hatch slightly bent open, and that was all I needed.
Lock the armor, and slam my fist down on the hatch, over and over again until it breaks.
The Elite inside looked up, before my combat knife met the interior of its skull. Tossing the body out, I hopped into the seat.
The Wraith handled like a lumbering beauty, it was just fine but it was cumbersome. Boosting into the remainder of the crowd, I silenced the few survivors of the skirmish.
Now, to take the fight to them.
A/N: Well; song lyrics being incorporated in. Asking for consensus again, so you guys can tell me if you prefer me giving the lyrics or (probably) looking for them yourself.
After all, I try to make them relevant to the current events and stuff. Like RWBY does with its songs, but I'm using actual, real songs that have nothing to do with this story besides me referencing them.
Comments:
Sm0keyPanda- Yes, it would have been hilarious. What would have been the issue is that the 'mentor' role Six takes on was planned from the start.
Halofan2117- Glad to know you liked the omake! And I'm impartial to cats, never had one so I can't say much about them; but I have had a dog.