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Oh yeah, I don't own anything.
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A flash of heat passed over Idaho's face, and he ducked instinctively, drawing his pistol and rapier in quick succession. Another blistering hail of plasma fire crackled in the corridors ahead, followed by yells and shouts.
Purplish beams burned the air, giving a sharp and metallic smell in the corridors. Idaho silently cursed. With the lasguns in constant use, he couldn't activate his shield, and he felt ridiculously exposed because of it.
There was the sound of rushing feet, and a group of soldiers retreated hastily from the main room, the sound of alien victorious gibberish in their wake. Idaho peered around the door, just in time ducking to avoid more enemy fire. He only spotted them for a few seconds, but he saw by the way that they stood, moved and were dressed... these were more dangerous than any other Covenant force.
He followed the retreating squad, praying that Pardee would infiltrate the Covenant ship soon...
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Jamis cut the engines, banking the 'thopter into a stall turn, avoiding the crossfire as best he could. The 'thopter slammed to the side as a bolt burned into the side of the ship, knocking it off course. He pulled back on the joystick, pulling the 'thopter up from its dive, spinning as he did so.
The air around a bomber 'thopter shifted and blurred as the Holtzman generator overloaded. The enemy fire cut it in two, sending both pieces to the stony ground.
Jamis yelled in anger, rage and hopelessness. From an entire flight group of combat 'thopters, there was only a handful left. He trailed a Banshee, both chin-mounted cannons quickly puncturing a plasma chamber, broiling it into pieces. Another Banshee came into view. The cannons rotated, but no bullets came out.
"We're out!" He screamed, feeling truly helpless. He wanted to eject from the 'thopter, hide in a forest and just weep. All too quickly a barrage of plasma smashed into them from above them. Jamis felt the hairs on his neck burn and his skin blister. He heard the gurgling cry of his gunner as he melted, then burned.
As he raised his eyes, seeing another two 'thopters explode into flame, he also saw the shielding glare once, then vanish in a sparkle of light.
"The shields are down!" A 'thopter pilot cried. "Let 'em have it!"
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Umman Kudu yelled as plasma bolts spattered off of his tank, heating it up uncomfortably. There was the sound of heavy machine-gun fire, and the barrage stopped. Kudu tried to move the turret, but it had been fused into pointing in one direction.
The gun fired again, rocking the much abused tank back. The shells hit home, the shielding blazing, fading... growing brighter...
Another shell slammed into it from another tank, this time cancelling the shields out.
Kudu yelled in victory, pressing the firing stud of the main cannon.
A whining sound, like a mewling of a dying cat, sounded, and nothing happened.
He pressed the stud again.
Again, nothing happened.
The reloading mechanisms had been destroyed.
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The door to the bridge of the God's own Wrath opened, and Aeroeals'Haron walked through, his movements sharp and irregular, accompanied by another Elite soldier.
"There's a human soldier among us!" He barked. "It has some sort of ability to disguise itself. It could be any one of us!"
The Elite at the bridge breathed out in horror, turned to check the sensors for human life-signs. Aeroeals'Haron twisted on one foot, slamming the Needler into the Elite's neck, breaking it with a sharp, short sound. He spun around again, flinging a knife from his left shin-pad. The blade imbedded into the bridge Elite's temple, and it collapsed.
Aeroeals'Haron walked ran forward to the bridge, his steps becoming more irregular. Half-way to his destination, his stature became shorter, his face became soft and pliable, morphing and distorting extraordinarily. His height lowered, his skin paled, like rotted-milk, and his hands grew smaller.
Pardee walked up, shrugging off his armour, in his true, 'template' form. His hands flew over the indecipherable Covenant controls, doing as Ingsley had instructed him. All the doors shut and locked. He reached for the communication device in his ear.
There was a slamming sound, and Pardee found himself skidding along the floor, stopping when he collided against a column.
"Oh no..." Aeroeals'Haron muttered, his now fully-blue eyes twitching slightly. "We can't let you do that now, can we..."
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There was a charging cry, and the Covenant burst through the barricaded door, firing their weapons inanely. One soldier was literally vaporised by the fire, and three others were downed in as many seconds.
The remaining soldiers fired from their nearby strongpoint, but the aliens had the upper level. Slowly, slowly they were pushed back, unable to stop the juggernaut of the attack team.
Chakosba jumped down a level, rolling as he landed. A human drew a long knife and charged, switching blade hands to confuse him. Chakosba dodged the first blow, side-stepping quickly. The second blow he ducked under. The third blow he blocked with his arm, his shielding flickering slightly.
A sudden blur of movement, and the human's arm was trapped between Chakosba's arm and torso. He forced the arm out, hearing it snap, and then swung around, planting a plasma grenade on the human. As it staggered back, Chakosba kicked out, sending it towards the remaining humans, whereupon the grenade detonated
Chakosba laughed, drawing his plasma sword as he did so. At a hand signal, the remainder of the team swept forward, securing the room. There were only so many places the humans could retreat to. Chakosba knew it, the rest of his team knew it, but sweetest of all, the humans knew it.
Ingsley looked up at the sound of running feet to find Bomoko, Idaho and the remaining squadron rush in, taking up defensive positions as they closed and locked the door. Almost immediately there was a battering, a steady beat at the portal, and it bulged outrageously. Ingsley clenched his teeth as he came to the only conclusion.
He looked at the controls for the teleportation system around Halo, and looked at the ship they were planning to go.
He thought quickly, planning and constructing escape routes in his mind. They had no choice...
He activated the teleporter just as the door opened.
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Aeroeals'Haron kicked and punched out, causing Pardee to block and dodge frantically. His senses were strengthened by the Melange, and he knew he should have the upper hand in this fight, as it was against a normal human...
It isn't a normal human he thought, absent-mindedly blocking two jabs and a haymaker. You saw what it could do. Therefore, I do not know its limitations.
He spun away, and then delivered a two-fisted blow to the creature's chest. It blocked it with a move from the sacred arts of the prophets. Aeroeals'Haron stepped back, his mind racing. How could it know of such moves and martial abilities? Unless...
Unless it could completely mimic its opponent!
The thought shocked Aeroeals'Haron slightly, and he almost dropped his guard. Even so, two punches smashed into his face, and a kick nearly shattered his leg.
He must kill the human quickly, or it would surely be equal to him... His mind raced as if his life depended on it. Reality seemed to distort and waver as he pondered his next move. He looked around, retreating to the lip of the ramp to the bridge.
Pardee shoulder-barged blindly, sending him stumbling backwards over the body of the bridge Elite. He rushed up, sending an axe-kick to the Covenant's throat.
Aeroeals'Haron caught the blow with both his wrists, feeling bone scrape against bone under it. His own foot lashed out, smashing into the human's groin. As it collapsed over in agony, he thrust the knife out that he had taken from the corpse he had tripped over.
The blade penetrated the chest and punctured the heart. Pardee looked on in surprise, then collapsed, dead.
Aeroeals'Haron stood up, and called up the schematics on ship's status. He tilted his head side to side as data flowed from all directions, a veritable stream of information, detailing the advance and retreat of Flood, human and Covenant forces. The Melange allowed him to form conclusions from the data, the prescience abilities of the spice showing him what would happen if he did this...
Or that...
He shut off the schematics, and ran out of the bridge, hastily swallowing another handful of spice as he did so. He had only one chance to escape with his life, and he intended to take it.
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Jamis ripple-fired the remaining rounds from the shellburst cannon, the rounds detonating against the BHZ, but not causing any real damage. More plasma fire spattered around the air, leaving flashes in his eyes when he closed them. He had no more weapons bar his skill.
He swung near the cruisers' surface, attracting its fire while remaining comfortably out of range. He circled around, watching both the plasma spheres and the last bombing run.
The last of the heavy 'thopters headed towards the BHZ, and fired.
The bunker-busters splintered the purple armour, which expanded outwards as the high-yield explosives detonated inside the ship. Static discharges flashed around the gaping wounds, giving them an unreal appearance. Thermal bombs crashed into the top of the ship, superheating the metal into dripping slag. Lasguns quickly dissected the armour, and armour-piercing shells blew apart internal systems.
The BHZ shuddered and banked, heading towards the ground slowly, the suspensor generators destroyed beyond repair. The last seven 'thopters from a group of one hundred banked off and away, leaving a burning hulk in their wake. Crippled, but not destroyed.
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Kudu quickly piled the last crewman out of the tank and jumped off of it himself. He was already running before he landed, the sticky snow freezing his exposed body. The crew trudged as fast as they could through the terrain, just as their tank exploded in a giant fiery sphere, pieces of white-hot metal scything through the air.
Kudu pulled his pistol and fired off ineffectively at the circling Banshee, which turned and started strafing his position. All of the crew began to run, the plasma spheres boiling the snow behind them.
There was a deafening explosion, and an invisible force slammed Kudu face-down into the snow, crushing him cruelly into the ground. The Banshee yawed and veered wildly, spinning up into the cloudy air. Kudu looked back at the Covenant cruiser.
A giant breach had appeared in its flank, fires raging inside the ship. More explosions dotted the surface, from internal and external forces. The ship tipped to one side, blue and green fires giving it a will- o'-the-wisp halo. One final tank volley and the ship cracked in two as energy nodes overloaded and structural integrity collapsed completely.
The Covenant ship was destroyed.
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Orange teleport rings appeared in the bridge of the God's own Wrath, revealing only Bomoko. He walked forward and looked at the Covenant control panels, noting Pardee's stunted corpse staining the walkway. He quickly scanned the information, gathering the data which Aeroeals'Haron had viewed only minutes before.
His mind quickly calculated and analysed the data, and he fell back, realising what had happened. The gambit had failed. They had no chance of leaving. All other ships had been incapacitated, and the Flood were taking over this ship.
Bomoko realised finally the danger hidden within the Halo, and he realised why the Bene Gesserit wanted it to be destroyed. No human, not CHOAM, not the Bene Tleilaxu, not even the Emperor himself could know what happened here. Neither could the Flood leave this Halo.
He pulled out a hand-held detonator from his pocket, and armed it. His thumb hovered over the red button, his mind going over one last check of the data he had approximated. There was no other choice.
He pushed the button.
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Idaho quickly spun around; holding the rapier above his head in a defensive position, then lowered it when there was no enemy to fight against. A quick scan of his position showed that most of the troop was here, except...
"Where's Bomoko?" One of the troopers, Byrnes, asked. Idaho scanned the green valley again, but saw only Ingsley, who shrugged his shoulders quizzically. Idaho looked around again, then realised something.
They were in a valley untouched from any of the battles. No-one had stopped here. There were the occasional chirps of an insect, the sound of falling water, but nothing else. Just green trees and plants. Just life.
There was a flash of light, and a giant explosion appeared about thirty miles away, the blast tearing the ground apart. As the fires receded, Idaho could see stars glinting in the wound.
Another two explosions, equidistant from the original blast occurred, this time the squad felt the detonations. Idaho recalled a small quote as he saw the one of the new explosions recede fifteen miles away.
'O, Man! Here is a lovely portion of God's Creation; then, stand before it and learn to love the perfection of Thy Supreme Friend.'
As the air around them blew away, out through the gaps, Idaho finally managed to see a meaning in that quote. He was not a religious man, but he saw perfection, and realised why they were here, and Bomoko was not.
He closed his eyes as he felt the earth tremble beneath them, the atomics detonating, destroying them as they were surrounded by an Eden.
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Jamis saw a column of steam flash through the remaining flight group. The sea beneath them trembled and disappeared. He looked up, and saw the massive artificial world crack and splinter.
He let go of the control stick, wondering what was going on. Lights around him darkened as the electronics fried and burned. He looked at them, and sighed, realising what was going on. They were dead, and he knew it.
He flew the 'thopter into the boiling sea as the Halo around him shattered and collapsed.
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Kudu looked up at the first few explosions, seeing them on the opposite side of the ring from his position. As each atomic broke the Halo apart, he looked on in amazement as loose soil and snow slowly rose off of the ground, and began to float off.
His own movements became light, and he too began to fall of the ground. The air grew cool, even as the last of the atomics detonated, completely destroying the Halo.
The final atomic detonated beneath his feet, just as he froze and asphyxiated to death from exposure to the vacuum of space.
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Aeroeals'Haron looked at the spinning pieces of the Halo, and grinned, his now completely blue eyes shining with what looked like impish glee.
He turned back to the control panel, and tapped in the directions to the nearest Halo from his position, then put himself into suspended animation. What none of the humans had realised was that there was a Sephra fighter in the dock of the God's own Wrath. Indeed, not even the Ship Master or that dreadful Chakosba had realised it either.
He quickly sucked a handful of Melange before he sat back, the drug slowly bringing his mind to a higher plane of existence as the ship ceased his metabolism utterly.
The last survivor fled from the Halo, a soul escaping from a dead body.
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FINIS
Let me say thanks to all my reviewers, but that's gonna be my only story for a while. See ya. Although, I do agree with Hate-me17. Where are you, Bombsquad?
Oh yeah, I don't own anything.
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A flash of heat passed over Idaho's face, and he ducked instinctively, drawing his pistol and rapier in quick succession. Another blistering hail of plasma fire crackled in the corridors ahead, followed by yells and shouts.
Purplish beams burned the air, giving a sharp and metallic smell in the corridors. Idaho silently cursed. With the lasguns in constant use, he couldn't activate his shield, and he felt ridiculously exposed because of it.
There was the sound of rushing feet, and a group of soldiers retreated hastily from the main room, the sound of alien victorious gibberish in their wake. Idaho peered around the door, just in time ducking to avoid more enemy fire. He only spotted them for a few seconds, but he saw by the way that they stood, moved and were dressed... these were more dangerous than any other Covenant force.
He followed the retreating squad, praying that Pardee would infiltrate the Covenant ship soon...
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Jamis cut the engines, banking the 'thopter into a stall turn, avoiding the crossfire as best he could. The 'thopter slammed to the side as a bolt burned into the side of the ship, knocking it off course. He pulled back on the joystick, pulling the 'thopter up from its dive, spinning as he did so.
The air around a bomber 'thopter shifted and blurred as the Holtzman generator overloaded. The enemy fire cut it in two, sending both pieces to the stony ground.
Jamis yelled in anger, rage and hopelessness. From an entire flight group of combat 'thopters, there was only a handful left. He trailed a Banshee, both chin-mounted cannons quickly puncturing a plasma chamber, broiling it into pieces. Another Banshee came into view. The cannons rotated, but no bullets came out.
"We're out!" He screamed, feeling truly helpless. He wanted to eject from the 'thopter, hide in a forest and just weep. All too quickly a barrage of plasma smashed into them from above them. Jamis felt the hairs on his neck burn and his skin blister. He heard the gurgling cry of his gunner as he melted, then burned.
As he raised his eyes, seeing another two 'thopters explode into flame, he also saw the shielding glare once, then vanish in a sparkle of light.
"The shields are down!" A 'thopter pilot cried. "Let 'em have it!"
&&&&&&
Umman Kudu yelled as plasma bolts spattered off of his tank, heating it up uncomfortably. There was the sound of heavy machine-gun fire, and the barrage stopped. Kudu tried to move the turret, but it had been fused into pointing in one direction.
The gun fired again, rocking the much abused tank back. The shells hit home, the shielding blazing, fading... growing brighter...
Another shell slammed into it from another tank, this time cancelling the shields out.
Kudu yelled in victory, pressing the firing stud of the main cannon.
A whining sound, like a mewling of a dying cat, sounded, and nothing happened.
He pressed the stud again.
Again, nothing happened.
The reloading mechanisms had been destroyed.
&&&&&&
The door to the bridge of the God's own Wrath opened, and Aeroeals'Haron walked through, his movements sharp and irregular, accompanied by another Elite soldier.
"There's a human soldier among us!" He barked. "It has some sort of ability to disguise itself. It could be any one of us!"
The Elite at the bridge breathed out in horror, turned to check the sensors for human life-signs. Aeroeals'Haron twisted on one foot, slamming the Needler into the Elite's neck, breaking it with a sharp, short sound. He spun around again, flinging a knife from his left shin-pad. The blade imbedded into the bridge Elite's temple, and it collapsed.
Aeroeals'Haron walked ran forward to the bridge, his steps becoming more irregular. Half-way to his destination, his stature became shorter, his face became soft and pliable, morphing and distorting extraordinarily. His height lowered, his skin paled, like rotted-milk, and his hands grew smaller.
Pardee walked up, shrugging off his armour, in his true, 'template' form. His hands flew over the indecipherable Covenant controls, doing as Ingsley had instructed him. All the doors shut and locked. He reached for the communication device in his ear.
There was a slamming sound, and Pardee found himself skidding along the floor, stopping when he collided against a column.
"Oh no..." Aeroeals'Haron muttered, his now fully-blue eyes twitching slightly. "We can't let you do that now, can we..."
&&&&&&
There was a charging cry, and the Covenant burst through the barricaded door, firing their weapons inanely. One soldier was literally vaporised by the fire, and three others were downed in as many seconds.
The remaining soldiers fired from their nearby strongpoint, but the aliens had the upper level. Slowly, slowly they were pushed back, unable to stop the juggernaut of the attack team.
Chakosba jumped down a level, rolling as he landed. A human drew a long knife and charged, switching blade hands to confuse him. Chakosba dodged the first blow, side-stepping quickly. The second blow he ducked under. The third blow he blocked with his arm, his shielding flickering slightly.
A sudden blur of movement, and the human's arm was trapped between Chakosba's arm and torso. He forced the arm out, hearing it snap, and then swung around, planting a plasma grenade on the human. As it staggered back, Chakosba kicked out, sending it towards the remaining humans, whereupon the grenade detonated
Chakosba laughed, drawing his plasma sword as he did so. At a hand signal, the remainder of the team swept forward, securing the room. There were only so many places the humans could retreat to. Chakosba knew it, the rest of his team knew it, but sweetest of all, the humans knew it.
Ingsley looked up at the sound of running feet to find Bomoko, Idaho and the remaining squadron rush in, taking up defensive positions as they closed and locked the door. Almost immediately there was a battering, a steady beat at the portal, and it bulged outrageously. Ingsley clenched his teeth as he came to the only conclusion.
He looked at the controls for the teleportation system around Halo, and looked at the ship they were planning to go.
He thought quickly, planning and constructing escape routes in his mind. They had no choice...
He activated the teleporter just as the door opened.
&&&&&&
Aeroeals'Haron kicked and punched out, causing Pardee to block and dodge frantically. His senses were strengthened by the Melange, and he knew he should have the upper hand in this fight, as it was against a normal human...
It isn't a normal human he thought, absent-mindedly blocking two jabs and a haymaker. You saw what it could do. Therefore, I do not know its limitations.
He spun away, and then delivered a two-fisted blow to the creature's chest. It blocked it with a move from the sacred arts of the prophets. Aeroeals'Haron stepped back, his mind racing. How could it know of such moves and martial abilities? Unless...
Unless it could completely mimic its opponent!
The thought shocked Aeroeals'Haron slightly, and he almost dropped his guard. Even so, two punches smashed into his face, and a kick nearly shattered his leg.
He must kill the human quickly, or it would surely be equal to him... His mind raced as if his life depended on it. Reality seemed to distort and waver as he pondered his next move. He looked around, retreating to the lip of the ramp to the bridge.
Pardee shoulder-barged blindly, sending him stumbling backwards over the body of the bridge Elite. He rushed up, sending an axe-kick to the Covenant's throat.
Aeroeals'Haron caught the blow with both his wrists, feeling bone scrape against bone under it. His own foot lashed out, smashing into the human's groin. As it collapsed over in agony, he thrust the knife out that he had taken from the corpse he had tripped over.
The blade penetrated the chest and punctured the heart. Pardee looked on in surprise, then collapsed, dead.
Aeroeals'Haron stood up, and called up the schematics on ship's status. He tilted his head side to side as data flowed from all directions, a veritable stream of information, detailing the advance and retreat of Flood, human and Covenant forces. The Melange allowed him to form conclusions from the data, the prescience abilities of the spice showing him what would happen if he did this...
Or that...
He shut off the schematics, and ran out of the bridge, hastily swallowing another handful of spice as he did so. He had only one chance to escape with his life, and he intended to take it.
&&&&&&
Jamis ripple-fired the remaining rounds from the shellburst cannon, the rounds detonating against the BHZ, but not causing any real damage. More plasma fire spattered around the air, leaving flashes in his eyes when he closed them. He had no more weapons bar his skill.
He swung near the cruisers' surface, attracting its fire while remaining comfortably out of range. He circled around, watching both the plasma spheres and the last bombing run.
The last of the heavy 'thopters headed towards the BHZ, and fired.
The bunker-busters splintered the purple armour, which expanded outwards as the high-yield explosives detonated inside the ship. Static discharges flashed around the gaping wounds, giving them an unreal appearance. Thermal bombs crashed into the top of the ship, superheating the metal into dripping slag. Lasguns quickly dissected the armour, and armour-piercing shells blew apart internal systems.
The BHZ shuddered and banked, heading towards the ground slowly, the suspensor generators destroyed beyond repair. The last seven 'thopters from a group of one hundred banked off and away, leaving a burning hulk in their wake. Crippled, but not destroyed.
&&&&&&
Kudu quickly piled the last crewman out of the tank and jumped off of it himself. He was already running before he landed, the sticky snow freezing his exposed body. The crew trudged as fast as they could through the terrain, just as their tank exploded in a giant fiery sphere, pieces of white-hot metal scything through the air.
Kudu pulled his pistol and fired off ineffectively at the circling Banshee, which turned and started strafing his position. All of the crew began to run, the plasma spheres boiling the snow behind them.
There was a deafening explosion, and an invisible force slammed Kudu face-down into the snow, crushing him cruelly into the ground. The Banshee yawed and veered wildly, spinning up into the cloudy air. Kudu looked back at the Covenant cruiser.
A giant breach had appeared in its flank, fires raging inside the ship. More explosions dotted the surface, from internal and external forces. The ship tipped to one side, blue and green fires giving it a will- o'-the-wisp halo. One final tank volley and the ship cracked in two as energy nodes overloaded and structural integrity collapsed completely.
The Covenant ship was destroyed.
&&&&&&
Orange teleport rings appeared in the bridge of the God's own Wrath, revealing only Bomoko. He walked forward and looked at the Covenant control panels, noting Pardee's stunted corpse staining the walkway. He quickly scanned the information, gathering the data which Aeroeals'Haron had viewed only minutes before.
His mind quickly calculated and analysed the data, and he fell back, realising what had happened. The gambit had failed. They had no chance of leaving. All other ships had been incapacitated, and the Flood were taking over this ship.
Bomoko realised finally the danger hidden within the Halo, and he realised why the Bene Gesserit wanted it to be destroyed. No human, not CHOAM, not the Bene Tleilaxu, not even the Emperor himself could know what happened here. Neither could the Flood leave this Halo.
He pulled out a hand-held detonator from his pocket, and armed it. His thumb hovered over the red button, his mind going over one last check of the data he had approximated. There was no other choice.
He pushed the button.
&&&&&&
Idaho quickly spun around; holding the rapier above his head in a defensive position, then lowered it when there was no enemy to fight against. A quick scan of his position showed that most of the troop was here, except...
"Where's Bomoko?" One of the troopers, Byrnes, asked. Idaho scanned the green valley again, but saw only Ingsley, who shrugged his shoulders quizzically. Idaho looked around again, then realised something.
They were in a valley untouched from any of the battles. No-one had stopped here. There were the occasional chirps of an insect, the sound of falling water, but nothing else. Just green trees and plants. Just life.
There was a flash of light, and a giant explosion appeared about thirty miles away, the blast tearing the ground apart. As the fires receded, Idaho could see stars glinting in the wound.
Another two explosions, equidistant from the original blast occurred, this time the squad felt the detonations. Idaho recalled a small quote as he saw the one of the new explosions recede fifteen miles away.
'O, Man! Here is a lovely portion of God's Creation; then, stand before it and learn to love the perfection of Thy Supreme Friend.'
As the air around them blew away, out through the gaps, Idaho finally managed to see a meaning in that quote. He was not a religious man, but he saw perfection, and realised why they were here, and Bomoko was not.
He closed his eyes as he felt the earth tremble beneath them, the atomics detonating, destroying them as they were surrounded by an Eden.
&&&&&&
Jamis saw a column of steam flash through the remaining flight group. The sea beneath them trembled and disappeared. He looked up, and saw the massive artificial world crack and splinter.
He let go of the control stick, wondering what was going on. Lights around him darkened as the electronics fried and burned. He looked at them, and sighed, realising what was going on. They were dead, and he knew it.
He flew the 'thopter into the boiling sea as the Halo around him shattered and collapsed.
&&&&&&
Kudu looked up at the first few explosions, seeing them on the opposite side of the ring from his position. As each atomic broke the Halo apart, he looked on in amazement as loose soil and snow slowly rose off of the ground, and began to float off.
His own movements became light, and he too began to fall of the ground. The air grew cool, even as the last of the atomics detonated, completely destroying the Halo.
The final atomic detonated beneath his feet, just as he froze and asphyxiated to death from exposure to the vacuum of space.
&&&&&&
Aeroeals'Haron looked at the spinning pieces of the Halo, and grinned, his now completely blue eyes shining with what looked like impish glee.
He turned back to the control panel, and tapped in the directions to the nearest Halo from his position, then put himself into suspended animation. What none of the humans had realised was that there was a Sephra fighter in the dock of the God's own Wrath. Indeed, not even the Ship Master or that dreadful Chakosba had realised it either.
He quickly sucked a handful of Melange before he sat back, the drug slowly bringing his mind to a higher plane of existence as the ship ceased his metabolism utterly.
The last survivor fled from the Halo, a soul escaping from a dead body.
&&&&&&
FINIS
Let me say thanks to all my reviewers, but that's gonna be my only story for a while. See ya. Although, I do agree with Hate-me17. Where are you, Bombsquad?