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the characters I make up in this story but if you really want them, don't
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'Zakamee floated in the haze somewhere between reality and the nightmares that were his past. Brief flashes of the inside of the Wraith were jumbled with the walls of a Covenant base. The face peering into his hatch confused with that of an Infection form about to jump him. 'Zakamee tried to raise his plasma rifle but found he was holding a Human assault rifle in his tentacles. He felt himself being lifted and dimly saw a white clad Elite staring worriedly at him. 'Zakamee stared back and as the scene melted away 'Zakamee slipped back to a mission long ago.
* * * * * *
It was 'Zakamee's first mission on this ring world called Halo. He was as excited as his first battle against the Human scum and he hoped this mission would turn out better than that time. The honorable Zuka 'Zamamee led this attack on the Human controlled plateau. It was a plan conceived in greatness. In a captured Human dropship 'Zakamee and several dozen of his comrades would sneak into the Human base under their own noses. The foolish human prisoner that was piloting the ship would give the necessary codes to the Human flight officer and than he and the rest of the Spec Ops Elite's would rush out and accomplish their mission.
As 'Zakamee thought this he could hear the Human pilot speak to his brethren.
"This is Charlie 2-1-7, repeat 217, to any UNSC forces.Does anyone copy? Over." The Human sounded as desperate as 'Zamamee had ordered. Apparently the Human's responded for the pilot continued with the next part of his prearranged speech.
"Thank God! We took a hit after clearing the Autumn, put done in the boonies, and managed to make some repairs. I've got wounded on board-" The Human stopped for a second but resumed when 'Zamamee poked him with his plasma pistol, "-and request immediate clearance to land."
'Zamamee gestured for me to step into the cockpit, which I did hesitantly, and sat in the co-pilot's seat when he motioned for me to do so. The Human glanced at me but decided to ignore me for the time being. I knew why I was up here. My extensive knowledge of both the Human language and this particular ship rendered me a useful asset for when the Human was disposed of. The Human base radioed back asking for the pilot's credentials. After listing his name, rank, and serial number the Human, Hale, lapsed into silence again.
"Roger that," crackled a female Human voice over the COM, "You are cleared for Pad 3, repeat, Pad 3, which will be illuminated two minutes from now. A medical team will meet your ship. Safe all weapons and cut power the moment you touch down. Over."
Hale was much relieved by this, although he glanced at me nervously for a moment he replied quickly enough.
"No problem. I see your lights. We're coming in. Over." The pilot turned his mike off and turned to 'Zamamee. "So? How did I do?"
I smiled, my mandibles clicking as 'Zamamee said thank you to the Human and quickly garroted him. Hale kicked for a few moments and than was still. A foul aroma rose from the body, the Human had soiled himself. 'Zakamee took control of the aircraft as 'Zamamee went to inspire the troops.
"The Prophets have blessed this mission, have blessed you, and want every soldier to know that those who transcend the physical will be welcomed into paradise. Good luck."
Although 'Zakamee was one of the rare Elite's that was not fanatically religious he still muttered some benedictions for himself. The warriors in the compartment behind him did the same. As the light of the Human's landing zone washed over his shining silver plate he, and the rest of the warriors, activated their active camouflage and awaited landing and the killing that would follow. The ship landed and 'Zamamee and his warriors slaughtered the Human's gathered there, waiting to treat their non-existent wounded comrades. 'Zakamee took a moment to send the all-clear transmission to the six troop transports that had followed. Doing this he leapt out into the escalating battle, plasma rifle in hand.
The Human forces had unfortunately been contained to the landing pad and could not advance further. Slipping between two hastily dodging Elite's he watched a warrior attempt to kill a Human that was turning a wheel. The warrior was spotted and shot down by a Human wearing nothing form the waist up and yet still blazing away with his weapon. 'Zakamee assumed this was the Human's commander and swiftly weaved between Human and Elite alike in his rush to earn himself many honors for killing this Human.
'Zakamee was almost in place to slit the Human's throat from ear to ear when the pad went up in flames. His fellow warriors turned into living torches by this intelligent commander 'Zakamee retreated into the Human base before he was noticed.
* * * * * *
'Zakamee returned to the present suddenly and roughly. He felt as though a giant hand had used him as a cleaning towel and then discarded him. Working his eyes open with great difficulty and began a stock of what was going on. From the limited view he had with his neck in such a straight position he nevertheless concluded he was in a medical bay and by the faces looking down at him he concluded he had been awakened with a stimulant.
"State your name warrior and your rank. I wish to know who has a debt they owe me." The speaker of this was a gruff looking Elite Guard in his imposing black armor. It was the same Elite that had spoken to him over the COM line. Deciding a quick response was the best option 'Zakamee did so.
"I am Balask 'Zakamee, a Special Operations Elite under the command of late Zuka 'Zamamee." 'Zakamee was surprised at how weak his voice was. Maybe he had been out longer than he had thought?
"Zuka was a fine warrior, I am saddened to know he has passed away. I am Ship Master Huga 'Rolamee, this is my medical officer Grot 'Gakanee. That was quite an escape you made, in fact I-" The Ship Master was interrupted by an urgent call.
"Ship Master 'Rolamee! We have a Human ship on our sensors! It moved slightly and we are approaching it now. Request your presence on the bridge." The inter-ship radio clicked off.
"Apparently I must continue this conversation some other time. After this mess is cleared up I expect you to be lucid enough to make a full report. I want to know everything. Got it?" Said 'Rolamee.
"Yes sir!" 'Zakamee attempted to make a salute but his arm fell short. He couldn't hold it up long enough. 'Rolamee snorted and exited the room. Meanwhile, 'Gakanee had injected some more liquid into his arm and 'Zakamee drifted off again to that nightmare realm between reality and his dreams.
Phantom Kensai- Thank you! I have changed the name of the Elite in this chapter from its previous form. Also, I think I will keep Balask with his original first name. It helps represent that he is slightly different from the other Elite's. Thanks for being my first reviewer. I liked Pirate Stand. Great story. I hope the rest of my story is just as good.
'Zakamee floated in the haze somewhere between reality and the nightmares that were his past. Brief flashes of the inside of the Wraith were jumbled with the walls of a Covenant base. The face peering into his hatch confused with that of an Infection form about to jump him. 'Zakamee tried to raise his plasma rifle but found he was holding a Human assault rifle in his tentacles. He felt himself being lifted and dimly saw a white clad Elite staring worriedly at him. 'Zakamee stared back and as the scene melted away 'Zakamee slipped back to a mission long ago.
* * * * * *
It was 'Zakamee's first mission on this ring world called Halo. He was as excited as his first battle against the Human scum and he hoped this mission would turn out better than that time. The honorable Zuka 'Zamamee led this attack on the Human controlled plateau. It was a plan conceived in greatness. In a captured Human dropship 'Zakamee and several dozen of his comrades would sneak into the Human base under their own noses. The foolish human prisoner that was piloting the ship would give the necessary codes to the Human flight officer and than he and the rest of the Spec Ops Elite's would rush out and accomplish their mission.
As 'Zakamee thought this he could hear the Human pilot speak to his brethren.
"This is Charlie 2-1-7, repeat 217, to any UNSC forces.Does anyone copy? Over." The Human sounded as desperate as 'Zamamee had ordered. Apparently the Human's responded for the pilot continued with the next part of his prearranged speech.
"Thank God! We took a hit after clearing the Autumn, put done in the boonies, and managed to make some repairs. I've got wounded on board-" The Human stopped for a second but resumed when 'Zamamee poked him with his plasma pistol, "-and request immediate clearance to land."
'Zamamee gestured for me to step into the cockpit, which I did hesitantly, and sat in the co-pilot's seat when he motioned for me to do so. The Human glanced at me but decided to ignore me for the time being. I knew why I was up here. My extensive knowledge of both the Human language and this particular ship rendered me a useful asset for when the Human was disposed of. The Human base radioed back asking for the pilot's credentials. After listing his name, rank, and serial number the Human, Hale, lapsed into silence again.
"Roger that," crackled a female Human voice over the COM, "You are cleared for Pad 3, repeat, Pad 3, which will be illuminated two minutes from now. A medical team will meet your ship. Safe all weapons and cut power the moment you touch down. Over."
Hale was much relieved by this, although he glanced at me nervously for a moment he replied quickly enough.
"No problem. I see your lights. We're coming in. Over." The pilot turned his mike off and turned to 'Zamamee. "So? How did I do?"
I smiled, my mandibles clicking as 'Zamamee said thank you to the Human and quickly garroted him. Hale kicked for a few moments and than was still. A foul aroma rose from the body, the Human had soiled himself. 'Zakamee took control of the aircraft as 'Zamamee went to inspire the troops.
"The Prophets have blessed this mission, have blessed you, and want every soldier to know that those who transcend the physical will be welcomed into paradise. Good luck."
Although 'Zakamee was one of the rare Elite's that was not fanatically religious he still muttered some benedictions for himself. The warriors in the compartment behind him did the same. As the light of the Human's landing zone washed over his shining silver plate he, and the rest of the warriors, activated their active camouflage and awaited landing and the killing that would follow. The ship landed and 'Zamamee and his warriors slaughtered the Human's gathered there, waiting to treat their non-existent wounded comrades. 'Zakamee took a moment to send the all-clear transmission to the six troop transports that had followed. Doing this he leapt out into the escalating battle, plasma rifle in hand.
The Human forces had unfortunately been contained to the landing pad and could not advance further. Slipping between two hastily dodging Elite's he watched a warrior attempt to kill a Human that was turning a wheel. The warrior was spotted and shot down by a Human wearing nothing form the waist up and yet still blazing away with his weapon. 'Zakamee assumed this was the Human's commander and swiftly weaved between Human and Elite alike in his rush to earn himself many honors for killing this Human.
'Zakamee was almost in place to slit the Human's throat from ear to ear when the pad went up in flames. His fellow warriors turned into living torches by this intelligent commander 'Zakamee retreated into the Human base before he was noticed.
* * * * * *
'Zakamee returned to the present suddenly and roughly. He felt as though a giant hand had used him as a cleaning towel and then discarded him. Working his eyes open with great difficulty and began a stock of what was going on. From the limited view he had with his neck in such a straight position he nevertheless concluded he was in a medical bay and by the faces looking down at him he concluded he had been awakened with a stimulant.
"State your name warrior and your rank. I wish to know who has a debt they owe me." The speaker of this was a gruff looking Elite Guard in his imposing black armor. It was the same Elite that had spoken to him over the COM line. Deciding a quick response was the best option 'Zakamee did so.
"I am Balask 'Zakamee, a Special Operations Elite under the command of late Zuka 'Zamamee." 'Zakamee was surprised at how weak his voice was. Maybe he had been out longer than he had thought?
"Zuka was a fine warrior, I am saddened to know he has passed away. I am Ship Master Huga 'Rolamee, this is my medical officer Grot 'Gakanee. That was quite an escape you made, in fact I-" The Ship Master was interrupted by an urgent call.
"Ship Master 'Rolamee! We have a Human ship on our sensors! It moved slightly and we are approaching it now. Request your presence on the bridge." The inter-ship radio clicked off.
"Apparently I must continue this conversation some other time. After this mess is cleared up I expect you to be lucid enough to make a full report. I want to know everything. Got it?" Said 'Rolamee.
"Yes sir!" 'Zakamee attempted to make a salute but his arm fell short. He couldn't hold it up long enough. 'Rolamee snorted and exited the room. Meanwhile, 'Gakanee had injected some more liquid into his arm and 'Zakamee drifted off again to that nightmare realm between reality and his dreams.
Phantom Kensai- Thank you! I have changed the name of the Elite in this chapter from its previous form. Also, I think I will keep Balask with his original first name. It helps represent that he is slightly different from the other Elite's. Thanks for being my first reviewer. I liked Pirate Stand. Great story. I hope the rest of my story is just as good.