Jared woke up in the back of a drop ship cuffed, his eyes were groggy and couldn't make anything out. He could hardly make out a few figures standing before him. He heard what to him sounded like incoherent gibberish.
Jared made an attempt to say something but only came out as a low groan. His sides hurt from the prior beating. One of the figures turned and gripped Jared by the neck lifting him up Jareds vision started to clear he began to stare into the eyes of an elite who eventually let him go.
Jared dropped to the floor coughing trying to catch his breath. "Why, why did you capture me?" he said angrily. The elite laughed "we know who your are. Why you are on our home world" the elite replied. Jared knew what he was talking about but refused to disclose any information.
Leaning against the wall of the ship "you wish, I'm just a lieutenant, the hell could I know?" he tried confidently. He received a fist to the side of his face "we know who you are. Don't play coy with us."
Jared let out a sigh both in defeat and pain he looked down at his hands in the metallic cuffs. "That's what I figured" the elite said turning away and walking into the cockpit. Jared looked up the back was empty. Jared had gotten weeks and weeks of training on being a captive, he wasn't going to go down without a fight.
The cuffs used were refurbished or destroyed ones that were either covenant or human. He could get out easily, he attempted to stand up his sides shot pain through him he fell over, making another attempt he got on his knees then finally stood up. He began searching through the inside the small transport ship, they had small crates placed on one side. He ripped one open and began searching
Eventually he found a small metal rod he assumed was for the ammunition in a spiker he placed the tip into a small hole on the cuffs and began jabbing the spike into the cuffs. banging it against the floor, the ships loud engine didn't alert his captors. After multiple attempts the cuffs finally broke in half but they weren't off. This would have to do.
'What's the next step' he thought to himself 'get off this ship' he began searching for some way to open the doors. Finding a button on next to the door he pushed it and the doors slowly moved down "that was easy" he thought out loud. The door to the cockpit door swung open "Shit!" he exclaimed before leaping plunging to the ground below.
The ground seemed closer and it was as Jared fell through the roof of a shack. Adrenaline rushing through his body he made an effort to stand but fell back down, his right leg had a small pole piercing his calf. He exclaimed before ripping the pole out and finally standing up and limping out of the shack. He was in a small town from what he could see. He had been taken far away from any support. Three Sangheili came to aid him but he refused and began to run away
Jared knew they were searching for him but he couldn't see them, running through the town he was grabbing cloth and covering himself to conceal his identity to his surroundings and those pursuing him. As he ran making a quick glance behind him he spotted a group of elites searching through the small but dense crowd. He continued running. Jared felt a hand grab the cloth he wore. He dropped his cover and limped faster. Eventually the hand got a grip in his actual shirt and pulled him to the floor and eventually dragged him along the ground. He threw his head back screaming in pain from his prior injuries and the damage to his leg. He caught a glimpse of an elite in civilian clothing, the one dragging him.
He was drug into a house. The door shut and all he could see was a poorly lit room. The sangheili had released his shirt and he fell to the floor. He coughed into his hand, blood pooled in his cupped hand. "oh that's not good" he said before laying his head back on the floor. He rolled onto his stomach looking at a family of three sangheili. He groaned in pain instantly. "Cato" he said, her voice spoke in his head "sir, protocol states-" he interrupted her "fuck protocol, what's broken" he said. She sighed "you've got a cracked rib and your left calf has been severely punctured." she said "congratulations, which one of you would like to operate" he said to the family. The older sangheili came and hoisted him onto a table. "I need you to carefully remove whatever it is sticking out of my leg. When you do so. Be sure to begin applying pressure to the outside of the area to prevent any more blood from escaping." Jared finished and the sangheili began to pull the rod out of his leg. Jared screamed in pain. The sangheili stopped and put his hand over his mouth "you have to be quiet if you don't want to get found!" the sangheili exclaimed. Jared threw his head back and he began pulling it out again. He suppressed his cries of pain. "ok, I got it. It's out" the black figure said. A sigh of relief came from Jared. "now my least favorite part. Stitches, I need something I can use as suture. String, anything and a needle." he said, the sangheili ran off. As Jared laid there he looked around the room. It was a kitchen. A little boy stood in a doorway staring at him half in shock and dumbfounded. "hey there little guy" his words slurred out of his mouth. He looked down at his leg. Blood pooled on the table and some began to drip onto the floor, he sighed and closed his eyes he began to feel weak and tired. He heard the sangheili rush in and yell. Jared last felt a jab in his leg before passing out.
Jared woke to lights shining on his face. His leg had a burning sensation. He looked around the room a laid in. It was similar to the kitchen but with bare walls and a makeshift bed of weird materials in a corner. He sat up and stretched, he took a deep breath, pain surged through his right side. "Cato, what happened while I was out?" he asked he felt a cool flicker in the back of his head. Her body projected onto his wrist "Your Alive!" she yelled. "you've been out for a few days. Don't do anything to extreme, you lost a lot of blood both between your leg and your lung" she said. "what do you mean? My lung?" he asked concerned. "your right lung collapsed and I had to help this sangheili here" she gestured to the doorway where he stood "to put a rather large hole into your chest" she replied. He looked down at his chest, a bandage covered his right side with a large blotch of blood near the center. "When did you put this on?" he asked either one of them, the sangheili spoke up "I replaced that a few hours ago the blood has reduced a lot." The sangheili approached the bed and stood at the end of it. "I can't thank you enough for what you've done." Jared extended his hand out and the sangheili took it "Jared" he said "Shar ta'ak" he responded.