Chapter 2: The Covenant War effort in human hands
Lone stepped through the doorway into the first room, O'Hara stood by the
door to greet him. But Lone's eyesight travelled away from O'Hara and
looked over the room; it must have been the vehicle bay. There were two
Wrath tanks parked in the corner, five ghosts and 1 gun turret. Lone
looked over the vehicles, all of these were the key to the Covenant
victory, their weapons made them win. With some of their weapons and
technologies the humans might then stand a chance in the battle on the land
and in space.
"O'Hara get information on all of these vehicles, most them aren't working, right!" Said Lone final looking back at O'Hara, who only nodded in response. "Well then get those engineers up here and get them repaired, I want them fixed and combat ready within the hour!" O'Hara nodded then returned to his men and started to give them all instructions about what he was planning to do.
"Sir, just ta let ya know. All of the large rooms are vehicle bays, just ta save ya some time!" Said O'Hara looking back at Lone, he nodded in response and continued down the corridor towards the first medium sized. He stepped through the doorway and looked over the room; this room was one of the best things he had ever seen. It must have been the armoury; many types of Covenant weapons lined the walls and the inner wall; that were placed there just to place weapons on.
There were plasma grenades on the walls, plasma pistols, plasma rifles, fuel rod cannons and even the devastating Reaper rifle. Lone picked up one of the Reaper rifles, its long smooth metal shape like a long shaft with a hand hole in the side and a hole on the front. He holstered his assault rifle onto his back and held the rifle; he opened a small slot on the back and slapped a magazine of plasma rounds into the back. As those bullets were fired they exploded into a flame of plasma. He walked round the corner and slowly walked down the corridor, heading down to the next room.
He stepped round the corner and looked in through the door; this room was quiet small, only because the walls were brought into the centre. It was a thin room that was only about 3 metres long and about 1 metre wide. Lone walked into the door and searched the round the room space, something caught his eye.
A piece of metal stuck out away from the rest of the wall, it was only about an inch away but it was noticeable. Lone pressed the button and it sank into the wall, the floor in front of him opened up and a large table appeared in front of him. Inside the table there was something, a small purple square with runes scraped onto the sides. Lone touched the clear metal that was covering the cube; it rippled over his fingers as they breached the surface. His hand slipped right into it and grabbed the cube, suddenly the cube started to glow purple and a burning pain spread through his veins. All of his veins started to turn into a dark purple, they all became visible through his skin.
Suddenly the pain disappeared and the purple veins started to leak out of his body, he pulled the cube from the weird gel. He looked down at it, the cube had stopped glowing and was its normal dark purple colour. This thing wasn't a normal ruin cube that was discovered at ruins that the human explorers had found on Covenant worlds, this was some sort of puzzle. The runes could be changed round to make a message on each side of the cube, but he still didn't know what it was for and why it was in the weird gel type substance. He slipped the fist sized cube into one of his trouser pockets and turned away so he walked down the narrow passage way and into the corridor again. He was breathing hard, there was a weird feeling in his body. A weird numbness that struck him every once and a while, it didn't appear in one area but it popped up randomly through his body.
He walked down the corridor to check out the last room, large explosions shuttered through the ship from the outside. At least the shield was still working and holding of the Covenant plasma torpedoes. Lone hurried his pace down the corridor as the door came into view, he needed to make this quick. He passed round the corner into the doorway and shot a quick look around the room, the room wasn't that special. It was filled with large sealed boxes that stood around the room. He could check them out later, first he needed to get back to the bridge.
He turned and sprinted down the corridor at full speed, the pounding of the plasma torpedoes was becoming more constant. Lone sped up, his feet jumped large distances but he never concentrated about his feet. He had forget about the bridge, something had slipped into his head and kept annoying him.
He saw something in the corridor standing watching him, it moved slowly and silently. At first he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but as it constantly nagged at his attention he thought something of it. He realised what this was he was seeing, he sped up at full speed, it long hair blew slightly as he ran. He readied his Reaper rifle as he ran, suddenly two blue plasma blots escaped from somewhere. He was right it was a camouflage elite, he jumped aside as the Plasma blots closed in.
He opened fired with his Reaper and a barrage of small purple plasma balls exploded from the weapon and struck the Elite. Its shields failed almost immediately and the plasma struck its chest and burnt through the arm plates. The Elite roared out in pain, it staggered around a few times then landed heavily on the ground. No blood leaked out as the heat had resealed the wounds that it had caused.
Lone leapt over the body and ran up a ramp that lead into a long corridor, down at the bottom of the corridor he could see the door to the bridge. He ran at all of the speed that he could muster after running for the long distance, but he still ran at a good pace.
He sprinted through the door and skid to a stop next to his marines, all of the them looking at a console that showed the enemy Cruisers moving in and firing. The burnt wreckages of two cruisers already littered the battlefield, but still Blazer returned fire on them. He was never one to retreat from a battle that he had a chance of winning, that's why he never lost.
Two plasma torpedoes struck a nearby cruiser which's shields had already failed it, the plasma metal large sections of the front armour. Any of the cruiser's crew that had been in any of those corridors were killed as they were sucked out into the cold recesses of space. There was only one cruiser left and it moved in at a steady rate, firing at the side of their cruiser.
Blazer turned the ship slowly and took aim at the front of the Covenant cruiser, it was at full power but Blazer's cruiser was failing quickly. Blazer accelerated the cruiser at the opposing cruiser firing all of his weapons into the front of the ship. The distance between the two ships was quickly closing and the other cruiser tasted its first damage from the fight. The front section of the hull was failing on Blazer's cruiser, he couldn't take much more of this.
"Let's rock ladies, grab hold of something. Blazer, it's time!" He shouted over the radio and to his soldiers. Blazer activated Slip space and the cruiser started to create a vortex in front of its self. With a great jump of speed the cruiser jumped into the vortex and speed off at full speed towards its set jump area, Azola. The suddenly jump in speed made the cruiser fly straight into the enemy cruiser, it cut right through the weakened armour defending the Covenant Cruiser.
The cruiser was ripped in two, almost instantly although it was destroyed, Blazer's took quite a bit of nose damage. The shields were got, completely overheated trying to defend the front section from being crushed. The front section had large burns and some of it was dented inwards but still there were no holes in the armour.
"ETA 12 hours till we reach Azola!" Said Blazer's voice over the com-link. "Feel free to get out of your seats and check out our souvenirs!" Lone turned and walked away shaking his head slowly, Blazer was one to make random and stupid comments.
Most of the long boring trip was spent checking over the entire ship and wiping all of the Covenant out. The rest was used for salving weapons, tools and information from the ship. Also the captured engineers were sent up and to repair all they could of the front section of the ship. All of the shields had been repaired and the main gun systems in the front of the ship had been repaired. All of the weapons in the spaceship had been moved to the hanger along with the newly repaired vehicles.
The marines all prepared themselves in their own way for the battle that would lie ahead. All of them knew that most of them were going to die, but they wanted to make a difference in this war. It was a losing war this entire time, for ever Covenant elite that died about 10 marines were killed. But still the marines fought on with nerves of steel, hearts of gold and the courage to make a difference.
Something was in the atmosphere, nothing visible or detectable by any types of scanner. It was the combined hope and strength of these marines, these marines were not anything special. They fought by the sides of those who died in combat, the men who stayed alive had nothing special about them, just a little more luck.
As Lone entered the hanger bay all of the marines looked round at him as he greeted some of the marines. Lone always enjoyed keeping up relations with his marines, it meant that he could make wiser decisions for their lives. Some men believed that he was the reason why they were staying alive, he was a great leader and an even better fighter, but most of all he could call them all by name, tell who was who by the way they move. He was their friend; they knew he would never make a rash decision that could risk all of their lives.
Lone stopped and looked to one of the Pelicans; "Signal Flare" was painted in large white letters on the side. This was the Lone always rode into battle on, he remembered the reason why they had called it signal flare. It was him and O'Hara who got it its name, to show where the enemies were.
They had set off all of the flares on the ship and put them on the roof, and then they crashed it right into the middle of the base. The whole area was lit up then bombed but still the Pelican was then salvaged and repaired.
The last part of the journey was slow and boring, it dragged on seeming like weeks but it was only one hour. Some of the reason was knowing that when they arrive they would be going straight into combat with their greatest enemies. But one thought was with all the soldiers, "Will we get there first?"
"O'Hara get information on all of these vehicles, most them aren't working, right!" Said Lone final looking back at O'Hara, who only nodded in response. "Well then get those engineers up here and get them repaired, I want them fixed and combat ready within the hour!" O'Hara nodded then returned to his men and started to give them all instructions about what he was planning to do.
"Sir, just ta let ya know. All of the large rooms are vehicle bays, just ta save ya some time!" Said O'Hara looking back at Lone, he nodded in response and continued down the corridor towards the first medium sized. He stepped through the doorway and looked over the room; this room was one of the best things he had ever seen. It must have been the armoury; many types of Covenant weapons lined the walls and the inner wall; that were placed there just to place weapons on.
There were plasma grenades on the walls, plasma pistols, plasma rifles, fuel rod cannons and even the devastating Reaper rifle. Lone picked up one of the Reaper rifles, its long smooth metal shape like a long shaft with a hand hole in the side and a hole on the front. He holstered his assault rifle onto his back and held the rifle; he opened a small slot on the back and slapped a magazine of plasma rounds into the back. As those bullets were fired they exploded into a flame of plasma. He walked round the corner and slowly walked down the corridor, heading down to the next room.
He stepped round the corner and looked in through the door; this room was quiet small, only because the walls were brought into the centre. It was a thin room that was only about 3 metres long and about 1 metre wide. Lone walked into the door and searched the round the room space, something caught his eye.
A piece of metal stuck out away from the rest of the wall, it was only about an inch away but it was noticeable. Lone pressed the button and it sank into the wall, the floor in front of him opened up and a large table appeared in front of him. Inside the table there was something, a small purple square with runes scraped onto the sides. Lone touched the clear metal that was covering the cube; it rippled over his fingers as they breached the surface. His hand slipped right into it and grabbed the cube, suddenly the cube started to glow purple and a burning pain spread through his veins. All of his veins started to turn into a dark purple, they all became visible through his skin.
Suddenly the pain disappeared and the purple veins started to leak out of his body, he pulled the cube from the weird gel. He looked down at it, the cube had stopped glowing and was its normal dark purple colour. This thing wasn't a normal ruin cube that was discovered at ruins that the human explorers had found on Covenant worlds, this was some sort of puzzle. The runes could be changed round to make a message on each side of the cube, but he still didn't know what it was for and why it was in the weird gel type substance. He slipped the fist sized cube into one of his trouser pockets and turned away so he walked down the narrow passage way and into the corridor again. He was breathing hard, there was a weird feeling in his body. A weird numbness that struck him every once and a while, it didn't appear in one area but it popped up randomly through his body.
He walked down the corridor to check out the last room, large explosions shuttered through the ship from the outside. At least the shield was still working and holding of the Covenant plasma torpedoes. Lone hurried his pace down the corridor as the door came into view, he needed to make this quick. He passed round the corner into the doorway and shot a quick look around the room, the room wasn't that special. It was filled with large sealed boxes that stood around the room. He could check them out later, first he needed to get back to the bridge.
He turned and sprinted down the corridor at full speed, the pounding of the plasma torpedoes was becoming more constant. Lone sped up, his feet jumped large distances but he never concentrated about his feet. He had forget about the bridge, something had slipped into his head and kept annoying him.
He saw something in the corridor standing watching him, it moved slowly and silently. At first he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but as it constantly nagged at his attention he thought something of it. He realised what this was he was seeing, he sped up at full speed, it long hair blew slightly as he ran. He readied his Reaper rifle as he ran, suddenly two blue plasma blots escaped from somewhere. He was right it was a camouflage elite, he jumped aside as the Plasma blots closed in.
He opened fired with his Reaper and a barrage of small purple plasma balls exploded from the weapon and struck the Elite. Its shields failed almost immediately and the plasma struck its chest and burnt through the arm plates. The Elite roared out in pain, it staggered around a few times then landed heavily on the ground. No blood leaked out as the heat had resealed the wounds that it had caused.
Lone leapt over the body and ran up a ramp that lead into a long corridor, down at the bottom of the corridor he could see the door to the bridge. He ran at all of the speed that he could muster after running for the long distance, but he still ran at a good pace.
He sprinted through the door and skid to a stop next to his marines, all of the them looking at a console that showed the enemy Cruisers moving in and firing. The burnt wreckages of two cruisers already littered the battlefield, but still Blazer returned fire on them. He was never one to retreat from a battle that he had a chance of winning, that's why he never lost.
Two plasma torpedoes struck a nearby cruiser which's shields had already failed it, the plasma metal large sections of the front armour. Any of the cruiser's crew that had been in any of those corridors were killed as they were sucked out into the cold recesses of space. There was only one cruiser left and it moved in at a steady rate, firing at the side of their cruiser.
Blazer turned the ship slowly and took aim at the front of the Covenant cruiser, it was at full power but Blazer's cruiser was failing quickly. Blazer accelerated the cruiser at the opposing cruiser firing all of his weapons into the front of the ship. The distance between the two ships was quickly closing and the other cruiser tasted its first damage from the fight. The front section of the hull was failing on Blazer's cruiser, he couldn't take much more of this.
"Let's rock ladies, grab hold of something. Blazer, it's time!" He shouted over the radio and to his soldiers. Blazer activated Slip space and the cruiser started to create a vortex in front of its self. With a great jump of speed the cruiser jumped into the vortex and speed off at full speed towards its set jump area, Azola. The suddenly jump in speed made the cruiser fly straight into the enemy cruiser, it cut right through the weakened armour defending the Covenant Cruiser.
The cruiser was ripped in two, almost instantly although it was destroyed, Blazer's took quite a bit of nose damage. The shields were got, completely overheated trying to defend the front section from being crushed. The front section had large burns and some of it was dented inwards but still there were no holes in the armour.
"ETA 12 hours till we reach Azola!" Said Blazer's voice over the com-link. "Feel free to get out of your seats and check out our souvenirs!" Lone turned and walked away shaking his head slowly, Blazer was one to make random and stupid comments.
Most of the long boring trip was spent checking over the entire ship and wiping all of the Covenant out. The rest was used for salving weapons, tools and information from the ship. Also the captured engineers were sent up and to repair all they could of the front section of the ship. All of the shields had been repaired and the main gun systems in the front of the ship had been repaired. All of the weapons in the spaceship had been moved to the hanger along with the newly repaired vehicles.
The marines all prepared themselves in their own way for the battle that would lie ahead. All of them knew that most of them were going to die, but they wanted to make a difference in this war. It was a losing war this entire time, for ever Covenant elite that died about 10 marines were killed. But still the marines fought on with nerves of steel, hearts of gold and the courage to make a difference.
Something was in the atmosphere, nothing visible or detectable by any types of scanner. It was the combined hope and strength of these marines, these marines were not anything special. They fought by the sides of those who died in combat, the men who stayed alive had nothing special about them, just a little more luck.
As Lone entered the hanger bay all of the marines looked round at him as he greeted some of the marines. Lone always enjoyed keeping up relations with his marines, it meant that he could make wiser decisions for their lives. Some men believed that he was the reason why they were staying alive, he was a great leader and an even better fighter, but most of all he could call them all by name, tell who was who by the way they move. He was their friend; they knew he would never make a rash decision that could risk all of their lives.
Lone stopped and looked to one of the Pelicans; "Signal Flare" was painted in large white letters on the side. This was the Lone always rode into battle on, he remembered the reason why they had called it signal flare. It was him and O'Hara who got it its name, to show where the enemies were.
They had set off all of the flares on the ship and put them on the roof, and then they crashed it right into the middle of the base. The whole area was lit up then bombed but still the Pelican was then salvaged and repaired.
The last part of the journey was slow and boring, it dragged on seeming like weeks but it was only one hour. Some of the reason was knowing that when they arrive they would be going straight into combat with their greatest enemies. But one thought was with all the soldiers, "Will we get there first?"