Chapter Two
0947 Hours, November 14,2552 (Military Calendar)/
Rome IV, Augustus System
"This is it," murmured the ODST. A large room was guarded by a group of ODST and titanium a door.
"I see you made it Spartan, about time," spoke the voice of Commander Fort. The commander had been widely known through the UNSC for his victory of the planet Constantinople VI a heavily populated outer colony that still was glassed later on. The commander's face wrinkled; as he thought deep his eyes were beginning to gray they showed the scared side of the man though he would never show it.
"You were sent here for a classified mission," the commander stopped and moved to a computer and pulled out a data crystal.
"You are supposed to retrieve this crystal, and set up a EVAC and leave. As to seeing that well ill let you see," the commander actives a display. It was black and dotted with spots that were stars. Out of nowhere seven covenant ships appeared and quickly decimated any human ships.
"Well, as you see our forces are gone, but I have gotten in contact with a so called Admiral Parker he says he's on his way until then you need to get back to the surface and hold this complex." The commander said as his voice seemed to dissipate.
"Yes sir!" replied Roy anxious to get back into the fray of battle. The Spartan made his way to the front where the marines were. He grabbed a sniper rifle and scoped out an elite with an energy sword. One, two rounds hit the elite in its chest. Roy followed a ghost and shot the driver out as well.
"They breached the complex in the west wall," shouted an ODST. Roy grabbed his SMG and hurried towards the west side. The Spartan heard squeals as he was about to round a corner. He knew it was just a group of grunts but where grunts are more covenant are sure to follow.
Roy rounded the corner and fired his gun upon the grunts. The grunts caught off guard squealed in surprise. Blood spilled out of them creating puddles. He ran into a few jackals and grunts and then he ran into nothing.
The Spartan drew tense as he continued without running into enemies. Roy thought he saw something move but decided it was just he.
Five elites suddenly appeared and in unison pulled out their energy swords. The Spartan began to fire when he noticed that there were more elites behind him. One elite moved forward challenging the Spartan.
Click, click shit out of ammo the Spartan quickly threw the spent gun away. He dropped to his fighting stance. The elite lunged; Roy moved under it and grabbed its sword arm. The elite taken back the move stumbled for control of the sword. Roy tried to move the arm but it was taking all of his strength just to hold it.
He quickly let go and with inhuman speed lashed out a kick to the creature's chest. The elite gasped in shock and swung wildly. Roy ducked and threw an uppercut right on the elites mandibles.
Blood smeared across Roy's visor as the elite fell dead; Roy glanced around and found a group of marines whom were firing on the elites.
The Spartan hastily grabbed a plasma rifle furious with himself for getting trapped like that.
"Holy!" shouted a marine gazing in the sky. Roy followed his gaze and saw a bulbous whale shape ship coming through the atmosphere heading towards them.
"Alert Commander Fort, tell him we need to go!" barked the Spartan.