"Wish they put disk players in these things." Kelly asked. The Doomslayer looked at her for a second out of slight disbelief before turning forwards once more as they road across the planes of the planet as it got gradually more uneven and turned into a rocky land more than the desert and forests where they had come from. "I thought you hated sitting in silence?"
She couldn't tell but he looked at her out of the corner of his eye before rolling both. She was right of course but that didn't mean he had to be entertained each and every second. He actually found it almost therapeutic just to observe the army around them. He looked in the rearview mirror and stared at the tanks once more and nodded a couple of times before looking straight once more.
"Okay betting pool." A voice came over the warthog's radio. "How long till we see the covenant. Most is on twenty minutes. Any of you Spartans want to get on this?" Kelly connected back.
"I'm going with twenty-five. How about you Fredrick?" She called back.
"Fifteen." He called forward.
"That's one for twenty-five and one for fifteen." She looked back at the Doomslayer who was holding out a spread hand to show all of his fingers. "Oh… and one for five minutes."
He lowered a finger.
"Four?"
Another lowered.
"Three? Oh… shit." She said looking forward and saw several covenant banshee's rising up from the distance and coming straight at them. "Sorry guys. We have the winner in here. Send the winnings to the Doom Marine." She put down the radio. "Fredrick you ready?" Fredrick prepped the rocket launcher.
"Loaded."
"Then start unloading." Kelly called back. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the Doomslayer nodding a bit. Banshees, ghosts, and wraiths began to fire at them and the human force began to return the favor.
Thousands of plasma shots flew through the air. Thousands of bullets traded with them. Hundreds of rockets flew at either. A warthog exploded right next to the Spartans. Overhead a banshee exploded before crashed next to a mongoose as it swerved out of the way. Fredrick began to launch rocket after rocket from the turret into the weakest positions of the covenant advancing force. The Doom marine, with his almost magical rocket launcher, launched one after the other. Within the first minute he had seemed to have launched nearly 17 already. Each one exploding into a ghost as it came into range.
A chopper kept getting close to the warthog as Kelly drove through the covenant force, as it tried to take out the two Spartans and DoomSlayer. The Doomslayer missed his 18th shot on it and seemed to get distressed over it. The chopper drove by again and the brute that was driving it gave a sort of mocking grin as they could not focus it as Fredrick had to focus the wraiths. The DoomSlayer turned to Kelly.
"What?" She asked. He jerked his head towards the chopper. She looked back at him and she seemed to sigh. "Just come back you silent asshole."
The chopper came close again and as Kelly drifted around with it. The DoomSlayer stood up on the edge of it as he put his rocket launcher away and pulled out his double barrel shotgun. The chopper came close and the Doomslayer jumped off the warthog and on top of the chopper. He looked down at the brute as it drove around. Its eyes went wide as the head of the double barrel was shoved into its mouth, breaking its teeth. Its head exploded and the Doomslayer kicked its corpse off and hopped on and began to drive it. He began to shoot through a ghost before plowing through its mostly destroy chasse.
He then saw a damaged and got a terrible idea. He took out the grenades that were on the chopper, primed them, tossed them onto the head of the chopper and reeved it as hard as he could while aiming for it. He broke the throttle before jumping off it and watching as it plowed into the wraith in a glorious explosion. The Doomslayer then began to run off to the side as the warthog came around and he jumped in while pulling out his rocket launcher once more.
"Alright. That was impressive." Kelly said. "But next time. Try to add some finesse to it."
He turned and looked at her. She returned his look for a moment before rolling her eyes. He then turned back and launched two rockets into a banshee that crashed. Right as it crashed, they appeared over the rock formations that were towards the caverns that they were headed towards. Three black scarabs, each with purple warlike designs painted onto them. Fredrick paused firing for a moment.
"Shit." He cursed as they began to fire into the largest parts of their forces. "We got to get the fuck out of here. We can't fight them like this. We'll lose too many. We can't take them down."
"We're gonna start pulling out." Master Chef came over the radio. "Look for an opportunity to flank them."
"Wilco." Kelly replied into the radio, before turning practically around. "Damn it. How'd we not know about those things?"
"We just don't have the fire power to take those things on head on. By the time we get close enough half the company will get destroyed." Fredrick answered. The Doomslayer stood up in his seat and turned back to Fredrick and tapped on the rocket launcher to her his attention. "What?" He said turning to face him.
The Doomslayer then slapped him in the face and pointed to the rocket turret and his own rocket launcher and pointed to the scarabs as the continued to fire on the retreating forces.
"The only way to destroy those things is to get close enough to hit their reactors. Otherwise we can't do anything to them with our current firepower." Fredrick told him. "It's too dangerous."
The DoomSlayer's gaze did not change.
"Not even grizzlies have the armor to take a shot from those things."
Same Gaze.
"We are not willing to risk the marines."
The DoomSlayer gave a slight tilt of his head and jetted his head forward a bit. "Who said anything about anyone else?" was his expression.
"The Doom Marine is saying to go in isn't he?" Linda asked.
"Yep." Kelly said. "Suicide run."
"We've done a few of those before." Master Chef stated. "The Marines have mostly pulled out. Blue Team, new objective. Take out the Scarabs so we can complete our original objective. Doom Marine. When we get in close. Hit them hard."
He sat back down in the seat and primed his rocket launcher.
"Uh John. I don't think he really has any other level of hitting." Kelly answered as she turned around the warthog. The DoomSlayer almost seemed to laugh in agreement.
(Sorry for short chapter. I don't have a lot of free time lately with studying for exams and then Christmas stuff. Anyway Happy Holidays.)