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Revenge of the Elite
Chapter 3: Get off my super weapon!
Sanik looked about his remaining troops. He pointed to a group of white armored grunts, then to a set of four elites.
"You're with me. We're going in to plant the purifier. The rest of you stay here and guard the entrance. Let nothing else in, or out."
His orders were countered by the grunt's squeal, the jackal's nod, and the elite's clicks. His team set off into the underground of Halo. Sanik issued two elites camouflage and had them scout ahead. The group of grunts was behind them, then Sanik, and in the rear were the two remaining elites. 'Jiramcree decided not to take any jackals since their shields would take up to much of their already limited maneuvering space.
The sound of plasma and human weapons rang out in the hall. Sanik signaled to halt movement. He carefully stepped forward. The grunts shuffled out of his path. His eyes shifted back and forth uneasily. After the initial charge he had become more tentative to the details. The walkway was silent. That was bad. Sanik drew up his plasma rifle, peered around the corner. Two elites and five humans lay slain upon the floor. His comrades died in battle, the greatest honor.
'Jiramcree Signaled for the rest of his troops. They lined up around him and took their positions. Quietly they advanced into the depths of the human installment. He had expected more resistance. He was not about to be disappointed. The grunts rounded another corner and drew up their weapons. A full discharge from a plasma pistol raced into the room. Sanik howled and charged; the two other elites followed his example.
They turned to find fifteen, heavily armed human soldiers. The grunts lined and advanced. Sanik and the elites rushed ahead. The elite on his right was pelted with rounds. His shields flicked, overloaded and failed. Deep purple blood fell upon the floor, and splattered on the walls. Sanik ran faster. Leveling his plasma rifle, he fired. A human slumped to the floor. The other elite primed a grenade. Reaching back to throw the elite's shields gave out and bullets ripped open his armor and destroyed his flesh. The elite's head hit the ground with intense force.
Sanik reached the line of humans intact. He dropped his rifle and drew out his sword. With a swift sideways slash of his hand, one enemy hit the floor in two pieces. 'Jiramcree grabbed the nearest human on his right by the head, and thrust his weapon into the soldier's gut. His foe spat out blood, and died as Sanik released him. The last elite lunged forward, and then brought his weapon down at the next enemy. The arched plasma cleaved the foe in twain. Behind him a human rushed towards him. Just as he reached Sanik, his chest exploded in a mass of pink shards. The explosion caught 'Jiramcree attention. He wheeled around to find a dead marine and another marine headed at him. Sanik side stepped the human's fire and cut through him like butter. Another target eliminated. The death toll was now at 12. The grunts accounted for seven of those kills. They simply outnumbered the marines. With one last, well placed grenade Sanik finished the fight.