Halo: Covenant Split
Chapter 2: Arbiter-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
" Arbiter? You are still alive?" 'Neelmee questioned confused as ever.
" Yes I am dear brother and I will tell you how on a later date. For no we must get out of here and track down the Prophet of Truth." The Arbiter replied. The man beside him lit a cigar and put it in the corner of his mouth.
"So are we going to get all emotional or are we going to kick some alien…" The man was interrupted.
" Patience, Sergeant Johnson. We must first gather or numbers. The Prophet will be heavily guarded."
The Arbiter said as he nodded at 'Asammee. Suddenly, the doors into the bay exploded inward impacting into the backs of some Grunts. Hundreds of Flood poured into the room, looking for their next victim.
" Open fire!" 'Neelmee shouted; tossing a plasma grenade at the entrance of the hangar. Johnson brought his Br 55 up to his eye and began emptying lead toward the massive charge. He then pulled the pin on a fragmentation grenade and lobbed it at a combat form that just struck down a red-armored Elite. The orb dropped between it's legs and exploded, turning the ex-Elite into ash.
The Arbiter rolled as one of the beast jumped at him. His shields flickered as a whip-like finger smacked him directly in the chest. As the combat form turned to charge again, the Arbiter pulled out a beam sword. The Arbiter then lashed forward cutting the creature in half.
" Nice one, Arbiter." Johnson smirked. 'Neelmee's shields dropped when a dozen infection forms jumped at him. All but one died. The one starred at 'Neelmee for a second than leapt through the air toward his prey. Right before making contact with the Elite Johnson fired his last burst through the Flood form. 'Neelmee looked at the Sergeant, as his shields rose up, with a smile.
" Thank you, human. I owe you one."
At least a hour later, the battle was over. Green, blue, orange, red, and purple blood coated the entire hangar and remains were scattered everywhere. Few Grunts still breathed and six Elites died. The Arbiter was checking the pulse of a dead Elite when Sgt. Johnson kneeled down by him.
" Everyone fought hard, Arbiter. The time will come when you can have revenge." Johnson said, uncharacteristically.
" It's not revenge I want Johnson, it's pride."
'Neelmee stood in his Phantom as it lifted off from the Holy City. And I shall never return! He thought to himself as he clicked his mandibles. One of the Grunts in his Phantom waddled up to 'Neelmee.
" Excuse me… excuse me… excuse me!" The Grunt squeaked. 'Neelmee looked down and saw this small body.
" What is it, SiGan?" The annoyed Elite asked.
" I was talking to the other Grunts and we decided we would fight to the death for you and the Arbiter." SiGan barked as he saluted while tumbling backwards.
" Tell you and your Grunts that we appreciate their help."
On the second of three Phantoms, the Arbiter and Johnson were checking the Hunters wounds.
Johnson starred at the oozing, foamy, gash on the back of the badly injured Hunter. He touched it with some biofoam, not knowing what to use to help a Hunter. The beast let out a loud bellow when the foam was inserted.
" Hell no. I am not doing whatever the hell you just said."
" He is just wincing Sergeant." The Arbiter explained.
" I don't care what the hell he's doing Arbiter. All I wanted to do was shot the guts out of stuff when I joined the core. I had no idea I'd be wiping a Hunter's ass, let alone anyone's ass." Sergeant Johnson shot back.
" Settle down, settle down." The Arbiter moved his mandibles in what looked to be like a chuckle. The destination of the three Phantoms was known only by the Arbiter and Johnson, Earth.