A horrifyingly long delay, but the Immortal Hunter has returned to fascinate you with his excellent spelling and grammar (hint hint)…on with the chapter!
Chapter 12, "Come High Charity".
Something with tremendous power must have been headed our way.
"It's a Cruiser!" the High Commander announced. "Maybe now…we…can…" was all he could manage as a gravity lift opened and thousands of Brutes and Jackals filled it, all coming to the surface. "By the Rings, we can't deal with that many!" The Commander struggled. "We receiving transmission- it's the Arbiter, Commander!" one of the Grunts squealed. "Well, what are you waiting for?! Put him through!" I ordered. Static filled the COM, then, "Commander, come in!" we heard his voice break through. "Arbiter, where are you?!" the Commander inquired, but the line went dead. "Ascertain the source of that transmission!" The H. Commander ordered. "On it, chief!" our Technicians Grunt answered. "We're going to find the Arbiter, Klez. You, a pack of Grunts, and a few Elites shall stay here. I have something in mind for you." Our tactical advisor Elite said, calling us over to a makeshift hut. Inside were scanners and monitors that displayed the location of ourselves in relation to the enemy, among other things. "We have a matter of hours of safety here as long as we keep the commotion to a minimum, so we have to figure up a plan." He said. "Whoa, wait a minute. I thought you called us over because you had a plan for us already. What happened?" I asked him, a tad irritated. "Yes, well…l-lets get on with the meeting, shall we?" he asked, obviously intimidated by me. "Klez, you'll take strategic command of Spec. Ops. Team, consisting of the group I named earlier. We'll discuss your objective first."…
We slithered through the thick forest without a sound, and were on edge for even a crack of a twig. Our tracks were covered by the heavy rainfall that blanketed this region of Halo. We had encountered a pack of Jackals only minutes ago and neutralized them with ease, so we weren't taking the chance of an ambush. We stopped every so often to make sure we were clear of enemies. "Avoid all confrontation with the enemy until Guerilla Team 1 has set the stage." The H. Commander had said before we mobilized, and we stayed true to it. A single Jackal's screech could alert legions of enemies to our location. Once Guerilla Team 2 had done their part, we would perform the final act. They'd be in for a surprise all right; it would make an explosive impression on them, considering everything went as planned. "This is Instructor 003, we confirmed Brutes on the opposite side of ridge Team Leader!" Our Technicians Grunt alerted over a private COM channel. "Copy that Instructor. Send in your pack and prioritize fire on the weakest ones. We'll take it from there." I replied to him. "Roger, Team Leader. Mobilizing in 5!" he replied, and the channel closed. Time for G. T. 1 to do their thing.
"Prioritize fire on weakest!" Frenirn ordered to his Grunts. The Technicians Grunt may not have had much battle experience, but he remembered that Commander Klez had placed him in charge of Guerilla Team 1 for his brilliant tactics. "Ready!" his troops whispered. "On my mark…FIRE!" Frenirn barked. Tens, maybe even hundreds of crystalline needles easily pierced the Jackals' armor and they dropped dead. It didn't take long for their friends to notice, however, and the Grunts were in a serious predicament; they could fight on the slim chance that Comm. Klez's force would arrive in time to save a fraction of them, fight to the death, or stay put and be torn to pieces by blind gunfire. Not an easy decision, considering that his troops were also his best friends. In a miracle that could only have been delivered by the Gods themselves, a massive blue photon laser cut straight through the advancing forces. Frenirn looked, to see Spec. Ops. Team brutalizing the enemy. Commander Klez, clad in black armor and fitted with a new cannon that fired blue photon radiation, stood amidst the chaos and ran down all opposition.
"Excellent work, Frenirn!" I commented, all the while choking the Brute Captain in my grasp. "Commander!" he said, and snapped to attention. "At ease. Your work is done, now it hinges on Guerilla Team 2 to get their job finished in time." I told him, but he stood even straighter. "No, I'm going to keep fighting them along side you, Commander! They can't beat us!" he proclaimed. And I was truly surprised, and all I could say was: "So be it, brother! We shall cut down these vile Brutes together!" I rallied, and everyone there roared in agreement. "It not over yet! Look!" a Grunt commando alerted. A pack- no, an entire legion of Jackals stormed us in the blink of an eye. We were dumbfounded, but regained our composure quickly and engaged the fools. My new armor had been installed with a temporary cloaking field generator, but I wouldn't dream of using it; it would disgrace my very existence as a Hunter. I tore through them with a dropped Energy Sword (always conveniently handy, no?), and swept my cannon fire on the remainder.
But it was too late when I noticed a Jackal activate a beacon directed towards the Cruiser. "Stop that beacon, at all costs!" I ordered, and we fired on it. Both the beacon and the Jackal were felled, but the signal would have reached them by now. At the same time, what seemed as an earthquake rocked the ground beneath us, and the ridge several kilometers away burst into flames; it had been the Brutes primary staging center. "G. T. 2 got the job done after all…all right, as of now I'm assuming strategic command of both teams. Frenirn, I want you and your pack with me. Units 2-7 will accompany me as well. "What we going to do, Commander?" Frenirn asked. "Lock and load; we're going Chieftain hunting. Frenirn, order us a Phantom double-time. My team is heading back to High Charity for some last minute clean-up."
This is a new computer, and I only have a Trial of Word until the first, so it'll be awhile till I get the complete schiznik to write. Anyway, enjoy, and I shall bring you more as soon as Best Buy stops being a bunch of dicks! See ya!