Chapter One: Traitor
I was excited. The wind was rushing through my hair as we were hurtling at high speeds towards the battlefield. I was there. This is it. Energy surged through me in anticipation. Two plasma bursts hit the driver instantly knocked him out. We were out of control. The pivot mounted machine gun (M14LAAG) fired. A continuous stream of gunfire followed, in desperation I leaned over and grabbed the steering wheel regaining control of the vehicle. It was hard to control, as two of the wheels had already been knocked out. There. I caught a glimpse of our enemy. A group of ten grunts had ambushed us on top of a hill. The green plasma bursts from their guns exploded behind me. The gunfire from the machine gun stopped.
"Dirk," I shouted, "What's going on? Why have you stopped firing?"
There was no response. I looked back and saw the fate that had befallen my companion. Blood had been splattered over the back of the Warthog and his body was mutilated with several gaping holes in his body. I closed my eyes trying to banish the sight from my mind. How had they found us? This wasn't meant to happen. I opened my eyes again. In front of me was a covenant gun turret (Shade). The grunt operating it had already bailed and run for cover. I dived from the Warthog behind the demolished turret. I fumbled around my waist for my holster. My pistol, where was it? I saw it, laying on the ground several metres away. The only problem, between it and me was a grunt. I leaped from behind my cover at it, beating it with my hands and feet. I aimed two punches at its head and then wrestled the gun from its gruesome hands. I fired seven plasma bursts at it. I shoved the plasma pistol into my holster and grabbed the pistol. I ran back to the turret and hid beneath it surveying the scene. Most of the marines had been killed now. Only one seemed to remain, the general. General Straightler. I watched as one of the grunts walked up to the general and spoke.
"General," it said in a squeaky voice, "the marines have been decimated and your cover has not been blown." "Yes lieutenant Skrec, you and your division has done well, congratulate them and tell them that they can have extra krulachi tonight." General Straightler spoke in an icier voice than he had done before. Listening to it made me cringe in fear. "Yes sir, immediately, as you request." Skrec, never turning away, hastily ran back into the crowd.
Suddenly footsteps. Behind me at first and then around, coming closer. Then in front of me. Appearing in the hole I was looking through was a kashi rat. A vicious creature that will bite anything, even if it is not hungry. They are also known to carry the kashi virus, a deadly disease that first makes you so weak that you cannot move and then you suffocate as you lose the energy to breathe. A slow and painful death. In vain I attempt to scare the rat into leaving me alone but fearlessly it stalks closer. I bring the pistol up above the rat and with as much force as I can muster; I bring it down upon the rat. I let out a shriek so loud that it temporarily deafened me. I watched as the rat scattered off. The general shouted something and then several grunts began to move in on my position. I cowered beneath the turret and readied my gun to shoot the first. Sweat poured down my forehead. I was scared. The grunts advanced steadily...
To Be Continued...
I was excited. The wind was rushing through my hair as we were hurtling at high speeds towards the battlefield. I was there. This is it. Energy surged through me in anticipation. Two plasma bursts hit the driver instantly knocked him out. We were out of control. The pivot mounted machine gun (M14LAAG) fired. A continuous stream of gunfire followed, in desperation I leaned over and grabbed the steering wheel regaining control of the vehicle. It was hard to control, as two of the wheels had already been knocked out. There. I caught a glimpse of our enemy. A group of ten grunts had ambushed us on top of a hill. The green plasma bursts from their guns exploded behind me. The gunfire from the machine gun stopped.
"Dirk," I shouted, "What's going on? Why have you stopped firing?"
There was no response. I looked back and saw the fate that had befallen my companion. Blood had been splattered over the back of the Warthog and his body was mutilated with several gaping holes in his body. I closed my eyes trying to banish the sight from my mind. How had they found us? This wasn't meant to happen. I opened my eyes again. In front of me was a covenant gun turret (Shade). The grunt operating it had already bailed and run for cover. I dived from the Warthog behind the demolished turret. I fumbled around my waist for my holster. My pistol, where was it? I saw it, laying on the ground several metres away. The only problem, between it and me was a grunt. I leaped from behind my cover at it, beating it with my hands and feet. I aimed two punches at its head and then wrestled the gun from its gruesome hands. I fired seven plasma bursts at it. I shoved the plasma pistol into my holster and grabbed the pistol. I ran back to the turret and hid beneath it surveying the scene. Most of the marines had been killed now. Only one seemed to remain, the general. General Straightler. I watched as one of the grunts walked up to the general and spoke.
"General," it said in a squeaky voice, "the marines have been decimated and your cover has not been blown." "Yes lieutenant Skrec, you and your division has done well, congratulate them and tell them that they can have extra krulachi tonight." General Straightler spoke in an icier voice than he had done before. Listening to it made me cringe in fear. "Yes sir, immediately, as you request." Skrec, never turning away, hastily ran back into the crowd.
Suddenly footsteps. Behind me at first and then around, coming closer. Then in front of me. Appearing in the hole I was looking through was a kashi rat. A vicious creature that will bite anything, even if it is not hungry. They are also known to carry the kashi virus, a deadly disease that first makes you so weak that you cannot move and then you suffocate as you lose the energy to breathe. A slow and painful death. In vain I attempt to scare the rat into leaving me alone but fearlessly it stalks closer. I bring the pistol up above the rat and with as much force as I can muster; I bring it down upon the rat. I let out a shriek so loud that it temporarily deafened me. I watched as the rat scattered off. The general shouted something and then several grunts began to move in on my position. I cowered beneath the turret and readied my gun to shoot the first. Sweat poured down my forehead. I was scared. The grunts advanced steadily...
To Be Continued...