A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed. Yes, Jackals still side with the Prophets, but Hoke got a few Jackals together and left the Covenant. I'll write a prequel when this fic is done. And now...March of Olives!
Kalimee was taking a rest leaning against one of the captured Seraphs when the attack started. Two Seraphs nearby exploded, as Kalimee caught a glimpse of two blue balls of fire raining down, two of his Grunts were incinerated by blue flame. After activaing the scope of his battle rifle, he saw the culprits. Two 'Wraith' mortar tanks stood half a kilometer away. Two more shells burst near Hakimee, Kalimee could see his shields flare and die. Luckiley he appeared unhurt. Kalimee made a mad dash for an operational Seraph, he climbed in. The cockpict was filled with Covenant glyphs. After starting up the anti-gravity engines used for atmospheric flight, Kalimee lifted off. He pointed the nose of his craft towards one of the Wraiths and started firing the twin plasma cannons. After a few seconds of continous firing the Wraith exploded. Kalimee clicked his jaws in delight, until a mortar grazed the Seraph, the shields were taken out, and the cockpict began to fill with smoke as a warning klaxon sounded. One of the gravity propulsion drives had been damaged. Zigzaging to avoid enemy firing, Kalimee warmed up one of the Seraph's plasma torpedoes, Kalimee squinted to see three Grunts in black armor carrying fuel rod guns aiming. The shield meter was just beginning to start refilling.
Kalimee fired, just as the trio of fuel rods did. Kalimee opended the hatch, and looked down. The valley moved quickly.
"Kalimeeā¦."
"Hang on." he jumped. As he fell, Kalimee looked up and saw the Seraph explode above him. Kalimee was now about a hundred meters above the ground. He groaned as he hit. His shields 'disintergrated' and he felt as if his entire body was broken. He lay on the ground in pain. After about ten minutes Hakimee came running.
"Excellency," he huffed. "Are you alright?" Kalimee sat up.
"I will heal." The two Elites began to walk back to the flight line. As they walked Kalimee turned to Hakimee.
"Any more causalties?"
"No, Excellency. Just two Grunts."
Kalimee put an arm on his second's shoulder, pulling him back.
"Only two Grunts? Lieutenant, all our troops are vital to this operation. Even Grunts, they're worth something now."
"Yes, Excellency."
