Chapter 5
"Steady, Steady" Surges said from the pilot seat.
Fully loaded, the space modified pelican made its descent toward the alien craft. Aboard the modified ship were Dr. Smith, Sergeant Johnson, and three other marine privates. Smoke from the Sergeants cigar filled the confirmed space with a light odor that aggravated the Doctor.
The privates and Sergeant held newly appointed UNSC Battle rifles as Smith held out the standard UNSC magnum pistol. All five of the men aboard wore lightweight spacesuits if no oxygen was present in the alien craft. Up front in the cockpit, Private Surges felt a little shaky as always. Along side surges sat his co-pilot, private Storms. The two easily moved the bulky craft closer to their destination.
"Ok, Boys," Sergeant Johnson turned to the privates aboard. "Were here to make sure the Doctor over there isn't hurt. You boys got me?"
"Sir Yes Sir," the three privates said simultaneously.
"Damn right," Johnson said looking to Smith. "Don't worry doctor we got you covered."
Finishing his statement Johnson quickly pulled back the reload shaft on his rifle. Checking over his gun Johnson smirked at the Doctor.
"Awe God," The doctor said rolling his eyes.
Suddenly the craft began to shake and it seemed to slow down and descend. Surges voice filled the back room of the pelican where the five boarders sat.
"Alright guy," Surges said over in intercom. "Where making our approach get ready to bail out."
The three privates reloaded their Battle Rifles and checked over their rifles. The craft came to a complete stop with a hard thud, sounding like metal on metal. The back door fell slowly down hitting the craft with the same sounding thud.
The five men inside quickly stood up with Johnson in the front and Smith in the back. Flashlights from their rifles and pistol filled the room with little rays of light. All three walked out and looked around the empty room. Sparks and debris scattered around the floor of the room with an occasional burst of Sparks from the ceiling above.
Smith turned back toward the craft and placed a fully closed fist on the outer side of the craft. Giving it new quick thrusts the door went back to its original position. The pelican rose up making the room violently shake.
"Alright," Surges voice came over the com-link. "We'll be awaiting your call for pick up. Good luck guys. Surges out"
Johnson led the five slowly in a cluster formation. Smith looked down to his wrist and the pressure settings. 'No oxygen or pressure' he thought as they carried on.
"Something now right here," private Jackson said through the com-link.
"Settle down private!" Johnson quickly responded. "Now be aware we don't know what's out here."
They came to an opening where the two bodies lay. Smith knelt down noticing a large hole in the middle of the being.
"He's been eating out," Smith said. "From the inside it looks like."
The large being seemed very muscular as it lay in a pool of blue blood. Armor like metal was seen through out the body with distinctive markings throughout the body. The being seemed to be around 6 feet tall with a gun-like structure lying next to it.
"Johnson," Smith said motioning to the Sergeant. "What do you make of this?"
Johnson turned and placed his flashlight over the creature "Well Doc," Johnson said in a sarcastic tone. "It looks dead."
"Quite," Smith answered annoyingly. "Lets move on."
Johnson turned back and looked toward the opening. As Smith stood up the Sergeant raised his arm motioning the four behind him to stop their advance. Jackson raised his battle rifle close to his chest while Johnson made his way closer to the door. Slowly Johnson leaned his back to the door. Johnson raised his arm once again making three signals from his hand, four-two-four, the signals were. Signaling the three privates to frag and flush out anything inside the doorway.
Slowly the three made it to the opening Rifles in front ready to fire. The lead man of the three, Private Davis, undid the pin to a grenade in his vest pocket and threw it into the opening. Johnson stood anxiously with his eyes closed listening out for the bang.
The grenade went off sounding a loud explosion. Johnson turned on a dime and looked to the filled with smoke, left side of the hallway. Brandishing their rifles the three marines ran into the room. Without a shot fired the four looked about the room for something to move. Sparks flew from the parts taking the brunt of the explosion of the grenade.
"Alright!" Johnson yelled. "The coast is clear, Doc."
Smith unsteadily walked into the opening and stood next to the Sergeant. "Your call," Johnson said looking over to the Doctor. "Doc, where to next?"
Not knowing what to do Smith held his out straight to the left side "That way," Smith said. "Lets continue on that way."
Holding the rifles out in front of them selves the four marines led the pistol driven Doctor down the corridor. Sparks flew over-head showing signs of a struggle with debris littered the floor.
The five came to a door covered in a see though glass-like material that looked like a door. Johnson leaned his body on the door pressing his ear to the glass. Not hearing anything the Sergeant turned back and looked through the glass.
A little round being jittered across the door. All five of the men flinched at the sight. They had the first sight of living beings not of the planet earth. Their discovery would be put into textbooks explaining their discovery but at the time none of this spread throughout the minds of the five men. Just utter amazement at what they had seen.
Knowing what to do the three privates held their rifles at the door. Johnson raised his left arm and placed his right hand on the control panel. Bullets flew into the room as Johnson pressed the button that opened the door.
Their actions were unpredictable but not unsuspected. As the five men looked on in amazement their bullets stopped. A loud gorilla like growl was hear as the three stood in terror ready and willing.