Hey, sorry about the wait. I'll try to keep a consistent flow of updates for you all. This Chapter didn't quite come out as I planned. Please leave your thoughts however negative or positive... In any case, Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 3: Transport
"What do you think you're doing?" Cortana broke her silence. For the last hour or so she has been watching this Spartan break nearly every protocol in the book.
"Captain Keys is on the Truth and Reconciliation. I intend to get board the ship and get him out" Chief, walked beside the Elite at a moderate pace. It was still to injured to move any faster. The Elite remained silent and stared at him for a good majority of the journey.
Chief had long since dropped his weapons. Not really believable if the prisoner is armed.
"Contact Echo 4-19 and the Marines. We need a QRF (Quick Reaction Force) set for exfil. Bring heavy weapons. Their going to face heavy defenses along with multiple placed guns near the grav lift?"
"...You better have a plan" Cortana sighed.
"You know me..." Chief responded a bit softer than Cortana was used to.
"Do I?..."
"...Chief we got movement. Enemy parole just around that bend"
"Ready?" Chief asked in Sanghili.
The Elite grunted and placed restraints in the Spartan.
The Chief, despite having decent knowledge on Sanghili traits and traditions and their value of honor, kept close eye on the Elite taking him in. This Elite is still the enemy here...
They rounded the bend an saw a Elite Major accompanied by a fire team of four Grunts.
"What is this?" The Major questioned the Zealot.
"Prisoner" was all the Elite responded with.
The Major looked suspiciously at the Zealot.
"How is it that you are nearly beaten to death and this near unharmed... demon surrenders to you" The Major growled as he stared down the Spartan.
"Are you questioning my combat effectiveness... Major" The Zealot growled though his teeth.
"No... Zealot... do you wish for an escort?" the Major was quick to change the subject. He knew that questioning a higher up was not tolerated in the Covenant.
"No that will not be necessary. Just call for transport back the ship" The Zealot said.
"As you wish, Zealot" the Major eyed down the Spartan one last time before contacting the FOB. (Forward Operating Base)
The Grunts were silent with fear. Very few of them every came this close to these things and lived. They kept there distance and stared.
"Zealot. We got transport in rout. Half a unit out" The Major called out to the Zealot.
"Good, you and your team are dismissed to your prior duties"
The Major nodded towards the Zealot, growled at the Spartan and walked off with his team.
"What did they say?" Cortana questioned.
"We're getting transport to the ship" Chief answered.
"How'd you get to learn Sanghili language so well without my knowledge" Cortana finally questioned.
"That... is a long story" Chief said casually.
"We got a long ride..." Cortana insisted.
"I say we should have killed all of them and I could have called in Echo four-nineteen for evac" Cortana nagged.
"Do that and we potentially lose the only opportunity to end this war earlier than last time" Chief let slip.