PART II
August 14, 2552, Naboo, Doctor Vindi's Laboratory
A Lion's Heart, chapter 6
Fohas wriggled his free arm, enjoying the fact that it was no longer dislocated. They were in a dark room, covered with rubbish, dead men, and incinerated robots. It was a lot to take in, considering these humans were not the same as the ones the Holy Covenant have fought for all these years. Igniting his energy sword, Kyso gently and precisely began to move the blade through some metal wires in the wall near the command kiosk. Since it was nearly the only sound or light source in the room, it caught my attention (and the white reflection of his scaly face too).
"What are you doing?" asked Fohas interestingly.
Kyso turned to the side a bit, "splicing these wires, they are foreign to me, but the communication structure I might be able to get working, to send a message to the rest of the fleet."
"If you could message the fleet…"
"We do not doubt," a deep tone caught them both off-guard. It was Field Marshal Kell, with his son standing next to him. He pointed outward with a dominant expression, "we will leave this forsaken place, and cleanse this planet like all the others."
The two Zealots nodded.
"Let my son mess with the wires, he is the mechanic after all."
Kyso nodded, and backed away. Sort of shrugging, he sat down next to Fohas,
The son moved up to the wires, and used his clear much smaller fingers to pry and work at them. As such, Fohas started speaking in another language, foreign to most, even Sangheili. When this occurred, Kyso responded with the similar coded gibberish.
The son popped his head up, and turned around for a moment, "if you are going to insult me, you should say it to my face."
The two other Zealots were shocked and bewildered, "you speak Ronderos?" said Kyso.
"Indeed, I speak all the Tribal languages," the son pulled out another wire which caused a small spark, "and before you assume anything, my father is not protecting me, I fend for myself."
Just at that moment a loud red siren went off in the hangar. It's beaming crimson glow reflected immaculately of their own red armors. When this did happen, the Field Marshal came into the room at fast speeds, "they are coming, quick rally to the hangar!"
The other two Zealots sped out of there, but before the much smaller son could move too, the father pointed back in detestment, "stay here, finish fusing the wires, we will be back shortly."
Reluctantly, he shook his head, "Yes, Field Marshall."
It was dark, empty and silent. This rotted and destroyed laboratory had the faint smell of rotting corpses. But this was so faint, that it would be hardly noticeable to that of a human, but a Sangheili could notice. The destroyed area around told of the battle that once ensued here. The only thing to have sound for a long time now was just the son, picking away at the wires. Sparks here and there followed by the snapping of metal.
But at one given time, he would stop. Putting down the wire cutters, and igniting his blue energy sword. The Zealot invisibility would also kick in, rendering his entire body in the dark. Only translucently remained of what seemed to be where he stood.
Light beamed out of his flashlights, extending their warm glare onto anything they touched. He could see all of the destroyed bunker parts in detail… and it wasn't a pretty sight.
Now the clones followed suit and did the same. But rather, they had two on each side of their helmet, giving more view to see. They all now had a good sense of visibility, even though they were in a dark corridor.
Many soldier bodies as one could see were still there, along with droid limbs. Scorched walls, along with debris all around, and with countless bodies, this war zone had yet to be cleaned up from the previous battle.
It was dark, like the power had been shot off. In Addition, it was quiet, and very eerie. The hazy of the swamp had infiltrated the bunker. It blended into the floor, and one couldn't see his ankles because of it.
As much visibility was decreased, making the room more ominous. Even then, the corpses, plus the fog, made this almost like a horror scene.
Carefully stepping over bodies and other rubbish, he still had his cannon pointed forward.
The smell was unbelievably repulsive. No one made any comments on it because no one needed to. Everyone knew how bad it was, and yet it was somewhat ignorable after the first ten or so whiffs.
They as a group searched most of the laboratory on their end, and found nothing.
Through more empty corridors and more corpses, nothing was found. The dark corridors did not relent, and neither did the fog.
Even where the bomb armory was, where the Zealots attacked, a wall of fog embraced this battlefield.
And with this, This demon began to think this bunker was abandoned, like a hit and run.
Then, a broadcast came in through the captain's radio. It was on his wrist, bar shaped and glowing green..
"Hold on, I got something," said the captain.
This communication was unbelievably staticed.
Bringing it closer to his head, the captain listened in.
Consistent and constant gunfire was the only thing for a few moments.
It was loud, but it was quickly followed by piercing screams, and unyielding wails. They were so loud that he had to hold his arm away a bit from his head.
This carnage was unbelievable…
Most of the clones sputtered and stopped hearing this.
But then, a voice came and was readable.
"Kzzzt…. I can't see them sir! Wait! There! Over there! Kzzzzt…"
Unfortunately, it was too patchy as the screams only got louder. So much so that anything else was next to inaudible.
"That's the General's group!" said one of the clones in the back.
Quickly nodding, the orange captain hoisted up his blaster rifle, "come on, we can cut through the hangar, the containment room is just on the other side."
Without any more questions or words, the men began to move. It took this demon all of two seconds to follow them, taking the lead again.
Dashing through the corridor, trying not to trip over the huge amount of droid limbs and the few clone corpses.
But, as they approached the bunker hanger down the dark corridor, Jorge could hear something… talking.
Quickly sticking up his fist, the clones behind the Spartan in their marching line halted in their tracks.
As they did, they could hear the Sangheili talking in their native tongue. It was muffled behind the wall, but some pronunciations were heard. No language they could recognize, or even relate it to.
This was truly alien to the clones.
But it stopped…
They listened still, trying to find more.
But still nothing… Now this frightened the clones. As their flashlights were the only thing giving a sense of security.
He slowly moved forward… and the clones followed at the same pace. It was unbelievably eerie… and was getting worse by the second.
Then, one of the clones in the back, saw something. It was almost… invisible yet had a strange yet seeable outline.
Aiming his weapon, he blinked a few times thinking he was seeing things, "what the…"
Out of the blue, without rhyme or reason, the form of the elite was revealed out of its camouflage, with an energy sword ignited in hand.
It was bright blue, and caught everyone's attention. Having the fog foil are around the blade, it only gave the illusion that the blade was brighter than it actually was.
The crimson Zealot now within highlights of the clones, quickly lunged at one, killing him with one swipe.
The moan of the clone being sent backwards, was the initiation of their retaliation.
Without a word, the entire platoon of clones opened fire upon this huge Zealot.
Blue flashes of light immediately lit up the corridor, so much so that one would no longer need flashlights. Being unbelievably loud, it instantaneously pelted the Zealot.
Now, the Zealot quickly began to change back into its camouflage, moving off to the side. Foiling it's mandibles, it growled at them once.
It was strange, as they watched its armor perfectly blend into the surroundings. Now completely gone again… the game has begun.
Being out of sight, they stopped firing.
"Where'd he go?" asked one of the corporals.
"Careful," spoke the Spartan aloud to the group, "this is gonna be a little tricky, he is invisible, look for the outlining on the armor."
The captain turned to the corporal,"I don't think this is— graaa!"
Quickly looking in his direction, the captain was moaning in complete agony.
He was glowing blue. But then after closer inspection, a Covenant energy sword from the Zealot was sticking out of his chest. He was impaled upon the blade, and it freaked the clones out a bit.
Blood trickled down the side of his armor, as he looked down, his wounds unbearable.
Groaning more, he was hoisted into the air, six or so inches off the ground. This caused the sounds of bones to break, as his ribs began to split.
"Your demon cannot save you…" an ominous snaky voice came from the son behind the impaled soldier.
Then, it arched its arm back, causing him on the sword to slide off and collapse to the floor. Blood covered the glowing blue blade, but for some reason dispersed as time quickly passed.
Now going to a complete rag-doll, they knew immediately their commanding officer was dead.
Still invisible, the men had no idea what to do. They began to murmur to each other, a little scared.
Ten more seconds passed and a clone saw something.
"There!" he yelled, turning his blaster rifle and opening fire.
Three blue shots went flying into the wall. Two scorch marks landing on it told me that it missed. But the third shot caused a strange ripple, not causing a black mark.
This invisible elite, now exposed, ignited his sword, its blue blade simmering a bit. Blood from its previous victim, still upon the blade and beginning to steam and incinerate.
The clones now opened fire, seeing this Zealot charge at them. Being only ten feet away, it quickly started chopping soldiers down like it was nothing. Swipe and swing, their twenty or so platoon began to shrink quickly.
Also, now being next to the demon he took a bold swing at him. He was very fast, even for an elite, but he was acquainted from previous experiences with Zealots.
Ducking low, and squatting down, he barely missed the bright sword.
Meanwhile, the elite started to take fire from the other men.
From behind, they got the counter on him. Not seeing this coming, it turned to face these orange soldiers.
The metallic beast then took advantage of it looking away for just a brief moment. And as fast as the eye could blink, he with his left arm, ripped out the most gnarly Spartan uppercut.
Moaning in pain, the collision made it straight into the Sangheili's soft stomach.
Blood splatter out of its mouth, causing it to stutter a bit.
Now pissed at Jorge, it quickly turned back to its advisory. It lunged again with its sword, this time with a lower swing.
He was going to raise his cannon like a shield, being confined to such a small corridor.
But it stuttered, as a well placed shot from behind knocked off its crimson helmet causing it to fall forward. The crab-like helmet hit the floor, now revealing the hideous face of the elite.
But the sword he swung instinctively went higher, missing the enemy by a hair.
It's head was smooth like a snake's reptilian skin. It's helmet covered such a disgusting face, but now it was for all to see.
Their flashlights made its scales even more visible and reflective, its color being a dark blue. Added, it's eyes were a dark orange, and were glowing in the light.
Now realizing it made a mistake. It underestimated the clones, and especially a demon.
Yet the Spartan thought was definitely confused. Zealots are never confused… and they definitely do not underestimate. The fact that this one did was… odd...
Beginning to turn invisible, it made a run for an opening in the group hoping to make an exit.
Demon then yelled, "Oh no you don't!"
Gripping the elites shoulder, he would push the son into the wall. Once it collided, the soldiers saw the Spartan was out of the way.
Opening fire, the clones then fired a wall of bolts into the Zealot. Blue lasers went twenty feet into the shields of the elite. Their headlights gave much collective view to this abomination, and were a little intimidating.
Even more so, it became a larger target with each gained attack. That was because of its shields. They grew to a bright blue, absorbing more hits.
Pulling up its plasma rifle, from its hilt, it attempted to return fire. But still getting its attention by throwing another cross.
This elite barely missed the punch, weaving back almost hitting the wall again.
Now cornered, it started slashing in random directions. Was it afraid? And now it was obvious that it underestimated the opposition.
With the blade moving, everyone backed up to the best they could. As a few couldn't get out of the way, the elite chopped these clones down. Two of the white soldiers fell back immediately dead, with huge black seared slashes across their chests.
The Spartan dropped his cannon, and moved in on the elite. The dropping of such a large piece of metal made a little ripple on the floor. This caused the attention of the elite to turn back to him. Now looking at him fully in the light, he noticed something.
This elite was small, almost too small. Being up to his chest, the elite was barely seven feet tall. Added, its skin did look smooth, and not as rough as most elites he had seen.
This elite… was too young to be here.
Then why is it a Zealot? Why here?
Furrowing its mandibles, this creature was menacing the way it glared. Even being a slight juvenile, a Zealot still is something not to mess with.
Swinging his sword again, he ducked, immediately bursting forward and tackling the elite.
It grunted much, coughing up more blood. Only then to be slammed by the weight of the Spartan, straight into the laboratory hallway wall.
Now a little bent over, he gripped the back of its neck quickly before it could respond. Thrusting his knee to its face, the collision of metal was absolutely brutal.
Hearing bone crunching, three of its mandibles instantly broke on impact… Along with many of its teeth.
Without a helmet, the fleshy parts of its face were extremely exposed, doing an insane amount of damage.
Pulling him back up, and a little dazed, the dark room lit by only headlights on the reflective scales revealed the horrifying sight.
It's mandibles were completely mauled, and so much purple blood was dripping out of its lips. Much blistered and discolored/bruised skin. There was even more… but it was too graphic for the demon to care about.
This felt… a little… too easy. Never had he done so much damage to such a prestigious class of elite. Three hits and it was already looking mutilated...
Without taking a second, This metallic beast threw a quick jab with his left fist.
This sent Zealot vaguely dazed and stuttering back into the wall.
Having a second of pause, the elite stood there looking around. Seeing clones with weapons raised, and looking to fire on any moment, and demons in front… it gave up?
Bowing its head low, it looked mangled and very bruised. Blood dripped from its face, and it seemed it was surrendering.
And yet it mumbled, and was almost inaudible. Except to the Spartan.
With all lights glaring on it, it looked up particularly to the demon. Which one could tell it was a struggle due to the reaction of its injuries.
"Farnel vor Diro… Sarvyl kol Aru…Gaqrev now… Dur'an bow…"
(Divine wind… ready mind… final prayer… holy flare)
The demon was quickly drawn to the elite's hand. And as it stuck up his fist, he noticed a plasma grenade in it.
The Zealot pressed the red button in the center, then causing everything around it to glow to a blinding blue. Almost like a bright fireball encased the sphere, yet not burning its hand. It was surprising since it seemed it was on fire… and yet it was not.
Even so, it looked up to the Spartan and the soldiers, blood covered and mangled. It was grinning with half its face broken.
But the very second this grenade was activated, The demon knew what it was.
Turning around to them, he yelled, "Get back!"
Now in response they did their best, but for some it was too late.
A massive explosion sent blazing fire that engulfed a large radius. And it was very loud, almost ear shattering. Everyone's eyes squinted as the light was almost blinding.
A flash, followed immediately by a boom. This sent a lot of them flying back to the floor, telling an untold amount of damage.
The light was hot, and was very strange compared to a lot of other explosions that had been seen before. Causing much chaos, ears began to ring loudly amongst the men.
As the soul of the son seemingly died in vain to one of the Demons, he knew, this was not the end.
Yea let's go, newest story, chapter 2! I know this initially was part of the other story I had back in November that I deleted which again, I apologize for the inconvenience. I realized doing something like this could be funner to be honest, as you guys could suggest story ideas that you wanted more broadening in the Lion's Heart story line.
Anywho, I took bits and pieces from chapter six of the story and put it into here considering how close they were together. Hope y'all liked it, one final episode for this part, RIP the son lol.
What can I say? I'm a man of few words lol.
Stay safe, stay healthy,
~NoXXiMillioN