CHAPTER 10
1257 Hours, August 13, 2553 (Military Calendar)/ Outside Daygars Compound on planet Raiek
Brent moved slowly ahead. The Covenant were all over him. His suit had been damaged in the explosion, nearly at half-health, but he was going to live. Even if he keeled over from being so tired, he swore the Covenant would not kill him!
Moving with the grace only a Spartan could possess, Brent literally hid in the shadows as he crept along, holding his assault rifle in both hands, moving slowly around the side of Daygars. The Covenant were swarming around him, and with only one foot of leeway, he didn't have much of a chance to make a mistake. However, within minutes, he came out upon a large space roughly nine meters by eight meters. A large area where the base could not be put, because it was rather hilly in that area.
His friends had all made it inside, undoubtedly assuming he was killed. He now knew why no one had come for him.
As he rounded a corner, four birdlike enemies spotted him as they were trying to force a Grunt to report. As the Grunt ran away, the four new enemies turned and faced him. They brought up their wrists in unison, and pushed a button on the small device. Instantly, a large shield made of plasma sprang up, measuring at almost their height.
Brent recognized them instantly. They were Jackals, the troops that resembled birds and used mainly for defense within the Covenant to protect the Elites and Grunts, on account of their large shields.
But all the Jackals had a weakness. The shield didn't cover their entire body. There was a small slit on the side. Aiming his M6D, Brent fired at the slit, taking the Jackal in his shoulder. His birdlike companions screeched aloud and pulled back their shields to produce plasma pistols, all three aimed at Brent. As they fired, Brent dodged under all three blasts.
The Jackals shook their hands from the heat of the weapon, and Brent took one through the head with his pistol. A second one growled and charged, but Brent knocked his pistol against the shield. In the confusion, the Jackal stumbled backwards, and Brent shot him in the chest. He collapsed.
The two remaining shielded Jackals screamed and fired. Brent grabbed a shield from one of the fallen foes and strapped it on, activating it just in time to reflect the shots fired at him. From behind his shield, he shot two bullets from his pistol, which took both Jackals down.
Kneeling down, Brent retreived the other two shields and strapped them to his belt. They might be useful for his team to have. They would add even more resistence to their body shields.
Creeping slowly along the foot wide span of land around the perimeter of the Daygars, Brent looked for an opening. It was then that he spotted a tiny opening near the ground. Dropping to his knees, Brent peered he the foot-high opening. Switching on the flashlight on his helmet, he shined it into the dark tunnel. It looked secure enough, so he decided to take a chance. On all fours, Brent moved through the tunnel.
A whole stash of human weaponry! The Covenant must have stolen it from the humans in previous battles. Moving gratefully through the room, Brent decided it was time to restock on what he had. His assault rifle wasn't low on ammo, but his pistol was, so he scooped up some pistol rounds and clipped them into his gun, hooking some others onto his belt.
Moving cautiously, scanning for any triplasers, Brent came to a table littered with sniper's rifle rounds. Brent laid his assault rifle down, only able to hold two weapons at a time, and selected a sniper's rifle for his usage. Then, he spotted a rack covered in shotguns. He decided these were much better than any pistol, so he discarded his gun and picked out the gun in best condition, loading himself up with ammo.
Brent then swiped four Plasma Grenades for his own usage. They stuck to their targets, and allowed for better accuracy this way.
Finally satisfied with his inventory, Brent decided to rest. He wouldn't take a long one. There was a guard chair in the corner, so he sat in it, closed his eyes, and slept. He was beat.
2206 Hours, August 13, 2553 (Military Calendar)/ Inside Daygars compound on planet Raiek
He had been asleep for much too long. His eyes snapped open at the sound of an explosion. Jumping up and snatching his shotgun, Brent ran for the stairs not far from his position and ascended the spiral steps quickly.
When he burst out on the roof of Daygars, there were two Shades in front of him, manned by Grunts. He snuck up behind them, and aimed a shotgun at the head of one. "Good day, boys."
The Grunt spun around, screaming. "Cyborg!" it shreiked, moving to aim the needler in its hand. Brent pulled the trigger, and the Grunt flopped backwards, methane boiling from its shattered facemask.
Sitting in the Shade turret, the second Grunt spun and pulled the trigger. Brent brought up his newly-acquired plasma shield and the beam bounced off, slamming into the roof. Leaning out, he fired off two shots of the shotgun, taking the Grunt down.
Brent compacted his shield and looked skyward. Dropship Foehammer was in mid-air, not even moving, and two figures were battling atop it. It was his Commander, James, and a a Commander Elite. Either one could win. But as he watched, he saw James get knocked onto the wing, and then the Elite fall backwards. However, the Elite was getting back up.
Thinking quickly, wanting to help his Commander, Brent raised his sniper's rifle and fired a round into the Elite's leg. Then, James tossed a grenade at it, and the Elite was finished. James had done it! Brent looked down to see the rest of his crew watching in awe. Just as he was about to call out to them, an Elite pounded him over the head with the butt of a plasma rifle, and his entire world went black.
1257 Hours, August 13, 2553 (Military Calendar)/ Outside Daygars Compound on planet Raiek
Brent moved slowly ahead. The Covenant were all over him. His suit had been damaged in the explosion, nearly at half-health, but he was going to live. Even if he keeled over from being so tired, he swore the Covenant would not kill him!
Moving with the grace only a Spartan could possess, Brent literally hid in the shadows as he crept along, holding his assault rifle in both hands, moving slowly around the side of Daygars. The Covenant were swarming around him, and with only one foot of leeway, he didn't have much of a chance to make a mistake. However, within minutes, he came out upon a large space roughly nine meters by eight meters. A large area where the base could not be put, because it was rather hilly in that area.
His friends had all made it inside, undoubtedly assuming he was killed. He now knew why no one had come for him.
As he rounded a corner, four birdlike enemies spotted him as they were trying to force a Grunt to report. As the Grunt ran away, the four new enemies turned and faced him. They brought up their wrists in unison, and pushed a button on the small device. Instantly, a large shield made of plasma sprang up, measuring at almost their height.
Brent recognized them instantly. They were Jackals, the troops that resembled birds and used mainly for defense within the Covenant to protect the Elites and Grunts, on account of their large shields.
But all the Jackals had a weakness. The shield didn't cover their entire body. There was a small slit on the side. Aiming his M6D, Brent fired at the slit, taking the Jackal in his shoulder. His birdlike companions screeched aloud and pulled back their shields to produce plasma pistols, all three aimed at Brent. As they fired, Brent dodged under all three blasts.
The Jackals shook their hands from the heat of the weapon, and Brent took one through the head with his pistol. A second one growled and charged, but Brent knocked his pistol against the shield. In the confusion, the Jackal stumbled backwards, and Brent shot him in the chest. He collapsed.
The two remaining shielded Jackals screamed and fired. Brent grabbed a shield from one of the fallen foes and strapped it on, activating it just in time to reflect the shots fired at him. From behind his shield, he shot two bullets from his pistol, which took both Jackals down.
Kneeling down, Brent retreived the other two shields and strapped them to his belt. They might be useful for his team to have. They would add even more resistence to their body shields.
Creeping slowly along the foot wide span of land around the perimeter of the Daygars, Brent looked for an opening. It was then that he spotted a tiny opening near the ground. Dropping to his knees, Brent peered he the foot-high opening. Switching on the flashlight on his helmet, he shined it into the dark tunnel. It looked secure enough, so he decided to take a chance. On all fours, Brent moved through the tunnel.
A whole stash of human weaponry! The Covenant must have stolen it from the humans in previous battles. Moving gratefully through the room, Brent decided it was time to restock on what he had. His assault rifle wasn't low on ammo, but his pistol was, so he scooped up some pistol rounds and clipped them into his gun, hooking some others onto his belt.
Moving cautiously, scanning for any triplasers, Brent came to a table littered with sniper's rifle rounds. Brent laid his assault rifle down, only able to hold two weapons at a time, and selected a sniper's rifle for his usage. Then, he spotted a rack covered in shotguns. He decided these were much better than any pistol, so he discarded his gun and picked out the gun in best condition, loading himself up with ammo.
Brent then swiped four Plasma Grenades for his own usage. They stuck to their targets, and allowed for better accuracy this way.
Finally satisfied with his inventory, Brent decided to rest. He wouldn't take a long one. There was a guard chair in the corner, so he sat in it, closed his eyes, and slept. He was beat.
2206 Hours, August 13, 2553 (Military Calendar)/ Inside Daygars compound on planet Raiek
He had been asleep for much too long. His eyes snapped open at the sound of an explosion. Jumping up and snatching his shotgun, Brent ran for the stairs not far from his position and ascended the spiral steps quickly.
When he burst out on the roof of Daygars, there were two Shades in front of him, manned by Grunts. He snuck up behind them, and aimed a shotgun at the head of one. "Good day, boys."
The Grunt spun around, screaming. "Cyborg!" it shreiked, moving to aim the needler in its hand. Brent pulled the trigger, and the Grunt flopped backwards, methane boiling from its shattered facemask.
Sitting in the Shade turret, the second Grunt spun and pulled the trigger. Brent brought up his newly-acquired plasma shield and the beam bounced off, slamming into the roof. Leaning out, he fired off two shots of the shotgun, taking the Grunt down.
Brent compacted his shield and looked skyward. Dropship Foehammer was in mid-air, not even moving, and two figures were battling atop it. It was his Commander, James, and a a Commander Elite. Either one could win. But as he watched, he saw James get knocked onto the wing, and then the Elite fall backwards. However, the Elite was getting back up.
Thinking quickly, wanting to help his Commander, Brent raised his sniper's rifle and fired a round into the Elite's leg. Then, James tossed a grenade at it, and the Elite was finished. James had done it! Brent looked down to see the rest of his crew watching in awe. Just as he was about to call out to them, an Elite pounded him over the head with the butt of a plasma rifle, and his entire world went black.