Arbiter's Log: Planet Earth

Southern Pole, UNKNOWN REGION UNDERGROUND

1250 HOURS

"Where are we?" asked one of the covert Grunts. Expecting an answer, all the elites and grunts waited in silence for Eryee's reply. But Eryee was surveying the sarcophagus.

Since there was no reply, the grunt thought he didn't hear the question. So he came up and tugged at his arm. Eryee felt the tug, and answered the grunt with his sword. The blade penetrated the grunt's helmet and came out its back. Blood sprayed all over the sarcophagus.

"Does anyone else have any questions!" asked Eryee to his crew. All the grunts gulped and the elites stood at attention. Meanwhile, the jackals were scouting the area in search for any of the marines.

One jackal believed he caught onto a scent and began to follow it, but didn't realize that he was actually straying from the group. Just as he as he found the scent, he began to question himself. For he had come to a dead end, he examined the walls closely but still couldn't find anything. So he decided to turn back, but just as he was about to turn the scent caught on again. It began to get stronger and stronger, then heard something move from above. So he stood still awhile and activated his shield. Then next came a sound he didn't expect to hear. The sound of blades coming through his chest.

After half an hour, the scouting jackals met back with the group, and reported that there were no marines in sight. Just as Eryee was about to give the order to move out, he realized that four of the jackals were missing. "We're missing some of jackals," Eryee said in a low voice.

"Sir?" asked one of the covert elites. "What's wrong sir?"

Eryee readied his plasma rifle at his side, "We're not alo-,"

Then, out of the shadows, a giant net blew him back and clung him to the wall. The grunts ran around in circles, while the elites and jackals looked at Eryee in shock. "Don't just stand there fools, get me -ahh!" Eryee then felt the net around him start to tighten.

"I'll get you out sir," said one elite as he got a great grasp on the net. Just as he pulled with all his might, he then gave out a great cry as he fell back in pain. He looked at his hands and saw that they we're bleeding terrible drops of his purple blood. It kept dripping rapidly onto the floor and was covering his arms.

"Enough of this trash!" shouted another elite as he drew out his sword. He began to a quarter into the net, when suddenly he heard a whizzing sound. As the noise got louder, so did the source. A bladed boomerang came from the shadows and cut off the elite's sword hand. The elite dropped to the floor in utter pain.

As soon as this happened, two of predators jumped from the shadows. One landed right on top of one of the covert elites, dug its blades straight into the its skull, and tore its head apart. Blood flew every where, once the grunts saw this they all threw their guns in the air and started screaming, "Their going to rip us all to shreds!".

One grunt who was running aimlessly like the others bumped straight into one of the predators. The predator turned and grabbed hold onto the grunt's neck and stared it straight in the eyes. The grunt trembled terribly, but just as the predator raised its blade to strike it a jackal came from behind and shot its side with a Covenant sniper.

The predator fell to its knees and released the grunt. The grunt then ran for the jackal and hid behind it yelling, "Let's get out of here!" The jackal nodded in agreement and activated its shield. Just as they turned to head for the exit, another one of the predators greeted them with a bladed fist.

While all this action was going on, Eryee's pain was driven to its limit. The net has now penetrated his armor and was bearing into his flesh. He was beginning to think his life was about to end, till he realized that since apart of the net cut, he could probably be able to move his arm so he can pull out his sword.

Blood was starting to ooze from his armor, he was running out of time. "Just a few more inches," he thought. The net was now beginning to piercing his face, "Got it!" he cried. Unfortunately, the wounded predator heard him and began to rise from feet. As quick as he could, Eryee began to cut open the net.

The predator began to take out a rod, which then extended to become a spear. Eryee's eyes widened as he saw his weapon. The predator lifted his weapon for the strike, but Eryee cut himself free just in time, fell to the floor, and struck the predator through.

The blade went through the predator's helmet, between his eyes, and the back of his head. Both the fighters froze, till finally the predator collapsed. Green blood was squirted all over his armor. Eryee's image now could of made anyone squint. From head to toe he was marked with the purple impression of the steel net that you could even see through his armor which left him bleeding furiously. He was also covered with green blood over his chest plate, and some blood marks from his fallen comrades.

"Don't think I haven't forgotten there was one more of you!" Eryee shouted down the long corridor that echoed throughout the room. For some strange reason, it felt as though there was nobody left in the room, (aside the bodies). No sound at all was heard throughout the room.

It was just as Eryee thought, the predator left.