Field Master Zogarth Kalimee stood firm in the colossal Scarab four-legged command vehicle. Two lesser Elites sat ahead of and to each side of the spacious command deck.
As commander of the 3rd Legion, Zogarth was responsible for security in roughly four thousand square kilometers of Cartairus. Humans, Grunt deserters, or heretics rumored to work for the Humans.
The Field Master's gold armor could not conceal his distaste for the filthy primates and the traitors, if he ever found any of those heretics, he would personally strangle them and fry the lining of their stomachs in a sauce of their filthy eyes.
"Excellency, we have finished our patrol pattern."
"Very well then," he replied harshly. "Take us back to base in fifteen units or I'll fry your eyes!"
"Yes, Excellency."
After about a day's hike, the 305th made camp in a small valley surrounded on three sides by mountains, and crossed by a small river, Hakimee scouted out a good location where they would not be seen. He found a cave that suited the purpose. The Elites and Jackals had a few ration bars and began to sleep in shifts, the Grunts assembled an inflatable Methane "Tent," got in, had a few food nipples and curled up to sleep.
Kalimee volunteered to take the first watch, there were no objections. Kalimee stood outside, scanning the surrounding lush, green countryside with the scope of his battle rifle. Still, his past continued to haunt him, it always had. After a few hours, he sat down on a rock and wept.
In the morning they broke camp, happy to leave the dark, damp confines of a cave, Kalimee lead his troops north towards their objective, Provisional Airbase Theta.
As the waypoint Norman had indicated grew closer, Kalimee motioned everyone to assume a prone position, after crawling about two hundred meters Kalimee stopped. Hakimee pulled up alongside and looked through the Oracle scope of his sniper rifle.
Down below, in a large plain, seven Seraphs stood in a line, surrounded by Jackals with blue and gold shields, a few dozen Grunts, and three Brutes, they all appeared to be carrying the "Brute Shot" grenade launchers they favored. Hakimee handed over the rifle and let his superior have a look.
"Brutes, Excellency."
"Yes," Kalimee replied. "I see." He grimaced. This would not be easy. The 305th was outnumbered at least three to one. Grunts would not be a problem, but charged plasma shots would instantly down his or Hakimee's shields. Brute Shots would wipe out anything that charged. Kalimee sighed.
"Okay, see what you can do about those Brutes."
"Yes Excellency."
Hunched slightly over, Kalimee dashed over to one of the Jackals in the unit.
"Hoke!" he hissed. The Jackal, startled, looked up.
"Take second squad and flank the enemy, use your pistols on the shields."
"Yes, Excellency." Two other Jackals, and the seven Grunts followed him down the slope, heading towards the left flank of the security team. The remainder of the group followed Kalimee towards the Seraphs, staying low to avoid detection.
"Norman, give me the position of Lieutenant Hakimee and second squad." Two orange triangles marked Hakimee and second squad, Hakimee was by now seventy meters ahead and to the right, with second squad forty meters ahead and to the left.
After a few minutes, Hakimee raised the barrel of the S2 AM, sighted a Brute, switched to another, and back, repeated several times, and returned his attention back to the first. Taking a deep breath, he pulled the trigger, swerved over, and pulled the trigger again, two shots, two Brutes were down with bullets to their heads. The surviving Brute, startled, turned, vainly looking for the attacker. Two more shots took care of it.
It was then second squad opened up. Three charged shots of plasma redlined the shields of three loyalist Jackals, the enemy Grunts went down quickly, with only a few poorly aimed shots. Kalimee proceeded to target the remaining Covenant with his battle rifle as Hakimee nailed two more Jackals with sniper shots. It was over in a little over two minutes.
