Next Chapter: Vellen's scar.
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Starting off: sorry, don't throw stuff at me I know its up late, sorry. and here it is.
Some of you (yes I know there is only about two of you) will notice the change in the first two chapters this is editing now that I conceder this an important project, I want to get back on the right foot.
Also Capt. 1&2 were fixed a bit, just a little detail added, might want to check it out, might not.
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sorta like this:
( duke mo, Buddha Bar
Vellen franticly thought of any...)
Chapter 3 Vellen's scar
"Captain, comm. just died!" Vellen called up to the Captain as she repaired a puncture wound in Tilipi's suit.
"what was the last Tactical report?" it was a relief to hear Kallon's voice after seeing the bulked above the Command deck give way.
"We have borders in second cargo bay, and shields are down. I don't expect to take another hit"
Kallon was hunched over the nav. station its previous occupant slumped on the floor, his blood dripping into the mosaic floor freely. "I am taking us down, get to the lower the decks and see who you can get out of them, there going to collapse in the "landing"."
Vellen ran to the nearest hatch and stumbled through it as the gravity shut down. Looking back she saw Tilipi look her way one for a moment and turned back to holding a dieing brethren, smoke and sparks flying about him.
Dart 26- onboard the Custer
Markis Clenched his teeth and contorted his face, anticipating the pain. He had launched once before, making him a veteran. It also gave him more dart launches than anyone on the Custer.
Three percent survival rate… I am really pushing my luck
Markis felt his weight swell to ten times himself for an instant, then there was no weight at all. His head swelled as he came out of the red-out, but he new being upside down for the acceleration would be worth it for the deceleration.
Then the dart slammed into a covenant curser at three kilometers a second.
Darkness
Markis felt the nero-stim drugs brushing against his sanity. He was about to complain to Challis, his family's AI that he didn't want to go to school today. Then he birthed in deeply and gagged at the smell of hydrostatic gel. Coming awake he dreaded the hangover that accompanied a red-out/ black-out combo.
That's like you Markis, sitting somewhere in a covenant curser and your worrying about a headache!
He reached over his shoulder and clicked his radio twice to signal he was alive, that someone was alive on the curser. he started cycling the gel vents on his suit closed and shaking Dylan, the other occupant of his Dart, out of his black out. After a moment he knew Dylan wasn't going to open his eyes.
A green light came on and he new his suit would hold the vacuum out, he released the clamps and jumped out, pistol in hand, scanning his area for any threat, satisfied of limited safety he reached inside his dart and retrieved his duffle bag stile equipment case. After a moments thought he took Dylan's bag as well. Reemerging from the dart, he looked about him the charred innards of the ship, the light of ships exploding, rockets firing, and plasma burning shown his way. He spun down a corridor, its metal walls twisted and skewered.
His training kicked in, and he passed a sealing bulkhead. Ripping open the terminal he started yanking on fiber optic cable, and pulsing lights from his hacking kit down the wires. Soon the door behind him slammed shut, and atmosphere filled the hall.
so far so good
Eminently he opened the valves of his suit, and then took of his helmet. pulling out his breathing tube and spiting hydrostatic gel. After a moment he realized someone was watching him, someone was close watching him. Lunging forward without ever a hint of leaving his crumpled over position, Markis found his hands around the throats of two shaking Jackals.
"Were you two trained in human speech?"
They both nodded hastily
"Good". Lifting up his four foot tall catch as he stood letting there feet dangle above the deck. "tell me how to get to the bridge"
"Never tell primate scum nothin!" the other nodded in agreement.
Hearing this Markis threw one to the ground holding him still under his foot, and using his free hand to break the Jackal's off. Throwing him to the side he looked the one under his foot in the eye, now screaming more than the first one. As he lifted the second one, a Engineer hummed by, minding his own business. Turning so the first jackal could see he swam a knife fluidly through the air, then stabbed it into the second jackal's chest. dropping the knife to the ground he stabbed his hand into the wound, the sound of the two jackal's screaming was deafening, Fishing about methoticly he latched his hand around what he was looking for, and pulled his hand out.
Inside his palm a heart quivered quickly.
After waving it in front of the second jackal his eyes clouded over and he dropped him to the ground. Cleaning hands on the first jackal's skin he threw him at the engineer, who scooped him up and hurried away down the corridor. Markis couldn't figure out if what he had just done was more of a scare tactic for the enemy, or stress relief, he settled that it was a bit of both.
As he assembled his gear he checked his watch, five minutes in, fifteen to go.
"all units, report in, rendezvous at my location" Instantaneously afterward three static blips so at least all the Spartans got on board then the rest of the boarding party sighed in, ten made it, twenty didn't. One of the best landings in Dart history.
"All right boys & girls, were in luck there is a lot more than expected of us here. group as you go Double time to the bridge!"
In response a throng of misalaneus "hell ya's", "W00ts" and other cries erupted. All preceded by three static blips.
Death was everywhere. The halls were lined with the deceased but there were still breathing creatures on the ship, so she still had a job to do. running down the halls she found a working com station, setting it to blare a warning to anyone in hearing range, and scurrying off to do the same lower in the ship.
Master chief had seen war, he had lived it his entire life, but every few years he saw its toll, looking down at Reach from orbit after it had been glassed, for example was one of the few sights that ever made him afraid. Now, he was afraid again. He was about to move in to help as pair of jackals prepared to ambush a marine when the marine moved with speed that bordered on Spartan-like. grabbing both the jackals he started interrogating them... horrifically. Killing one in the process he gave the wounded one to a floating engineer who wisped him off presumably to the sick bay.
"Scare tactics maybe?" Aurora his replacement AI suggested. But Master Chief wasn't lisining to her constant babble he was looking at the marine, his black hair was cut long, the front mostly catching behind his ears with some strands hanging in the front, partially covering one eye, the back in a pony-tail. His skin was shiny-wet in hydrostatic gel, and his eyes, his eyes glowed with a bio-luminescence. He had seen the procedure before, a fad of dysfunctional youth before the Covenant war, usually purple green or blue. But his eyes were, orange, fiery orange. His eyes held... death.
"Spartan! Report!" he…he is just as powerful as me
"Spartan?"
"prepped and ready, I'll take point" master chief was back in his training, emotions were for post mission
"Neg. Take support" Markis threw the Spartan his Battle rifle and his ammunition, reaching into Dylan's bag he took the pistol, slung it in its holster and put it opposite from his, for later. Grabbing Dylan's Grenades he slung them were his Battle rifle ammo would be, then grabbed Dylan's Combat knife mirroring it in his other hand with his own. Each hand now held the inverted grip of a knife, and a grenade.
"lets move"
duke mo, Buddha Bar
Vellen franticly thought of any other parts of the front lower decks that would be inhabited, not thinking of any she realized that the bulkhead beneath her feet was getting hot, very hot. I have done all I can Racing to a grav lift, she fell in between two hunters. Reaching the top she raced to the bridge her speed carrying her strait into the back of a Brute as it turned a cornor.
She bounced back falling to the deck
Funny how time Slows down
She saw her chain sprinkle gold, an ora of beauty past it the Brute turns
Funny…
The Necklace catches the light
Time…
"hope"
"Vellen Remember this: hope never leaves, only our trust in it. In life there is hope of an end to oppression. In death there hope of life tomorrow. Even in Rain there is hope of sun. Keep your hope, my daughter Vellen. Keep your beliefs true to your soul"
Darkness
Kallon? Please Kallon!