Essence of Honor
Be it know, I do not own Halo, The Covenant, The Flood, or anything as such. All is owned by Bungie. I only own my characters and the story, and the Revolt of Ancilluos. Be warned. In this story there will be Mature Situations: Sexual Situations, Violence, Gore, Swearing (only by the Humans), and much Grunt crushing. Note: All Covenant Languages have been translated into English.
Damnation
The drop-pods of the Covenant barely fit an Elite, yet they had supposedly theses pods had been made for the species. Grunt were too afraid to use them, and jackals didn't trust them. Hunters were obviously too big to even com close to fitting in, and Prophets...they didn't do anything except float on their lazy asses all day. Of course these thoughts didn't enter the Black Ops. Elite, as the cramped pod was flung onto the planet. The hard and shaking thud told him that he hand landed on the ring-world.
Perfect artificiality. So real...and yet too real. 'Rezadee glanced around and began to walk. He saw several drop-ships land and he charged to meet them.
Seven Grunts and three Jackals filed out, at the command of 'Geladee. He glanced and let out a trill at the sight of the Black Ops. Elite. The black-clothed Elite quickly neared them and nodded, giving his ally and joking punch in the shoulder. The less experienced Elite return the punch.
"Where is the Ship Master? Where is my Black Ops. Unit? Where are our brothers? Where----." He was quickly cut off by the Elite clad in blue armor. "I have this for you. It has your directions to your units location." The newbie handed the Legend a P.V.P (personal video player) with a slight grin. 'Rezadee growled lowly and took it with a snap. His directive that led to his unit's location was around 350 meters due east from their location. He growled, wishing that they had positioned him closer. He gave a sigh and was off. The group grinned and chuckled slightly as 'Rezadee took off for some other location.
Meanwhile...
A man clad in green armor awoke slowly. His head surged with pain and a females voice entered his head. It was Cortana's.... She and him were the only survivors. He quickly charged out form the escape pod and took cover in the hills. He readied his assault rifle and glanced as two Banshees circled up high above him. Inside the Banshees were the 'Iwomee twins, doing a scout patrol. They had received information that had stated a pod was landing in the area. Usco noted something to the left of him and fired his Fuel Rod just incase.
MasterChief rolled to avoid the blast of streaming plasma. He felt and saw his shield flicker and die. It would take a couple of seconds to recharge, and he didn't know if he had the time. He fired a quick, short, and accurate bursts blasts into the bottom of the fighter. A rather large explosion erupted from the side. Usco knew he didn't have much time to react and got out of his Banshee as quickly as he could. The explosion hit him and flung him onto his brother's Banshee which carefully flew off, going to a base further north to heal his brother.
The MasterChief watched it then charged. His mission hadn't changed, he still had to find those Marines.
Meanwhile...
'Rezadee had enough walking. He was tired. He let out a slow groan and sat down on large ice-covered rock. To his right he suddenly noted a Grunt working on a Ghost. His eyes widened. How had he not noticed? Guess his senses were fading form his need of rest. He ran over and grabbed the grunt.
"How long?!" "EEP! IT WILL ONLY TAKE ANOTHER MINUTE SIR!" The Grunt quickly hurried to repair the damaged vehicle. The Black Ops. Elite slowly got in and turn it on, then he was off. He pushed off a rock for a large jump that sent him flying. The ghost was caught in an explosion, but 'Rezadee growled lowly and glanced up as a searing blade of plasma was pressed gently against his neck. This was it...the cloaked being trilled loudly and raised the blade for the strike.
Back to the Legendary MasterChief...
He grunted slowly as bursts of plasma caught his shield and faded them. He returned fire and tried to cover the escaping Marines and bystanders. The Pelican drop-ship was starting to take off and John quickly jumped onto the deck of drop-ship. He glanced back and tossed a grenade that landed practically in the remaining Elite's hands. Both the remaining Elite and two Grunts were instantly blown by the frag. Cortana's voice began to enter his mind, but his mind had drifted elsewhere. This world was worse then hell, but for now...it was their home.
AN: Well hope you like it. Next time comes an interesting chapter where our favorite Black Ops. Elite sees the Legendary Savior of Mankind. See ya th---
Mr. Stabums (my violent alter-ego): God I hate you...
Author: ---en.