Revenge Is A Dish That's Best Served Cold

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The Venator Lancier was in hyperspace for a few seconds only, and then it exited, coming out in the middle of a huge battle in space between smooth, silver ships that glinted in the light of the sun, and large metallic ships and stations. The metallic ships and space stations fired large projectiles and torpedoes at the silver ships. The silver ships returned with blue, glinting torpedoes and long beams of purple plasma, which could cut straight through the metallic ships.

Scorp had stumbled into an all-out war between 2 sides that he had never met.

The 2 accompanying Acclamator's exited hyperspace on either side of the Lancier – a little too close for Scorp's liking.

"Send the message to the Acclamator's to break formation and form a defensive perimeter around us - circling - and keeping the weapons ready."

"Aye, Scorp."

Single fighters from both 'sides' of the battle fired at each other, zooming around debris and other, larger, ships to get a clear shot at one another. One fighter, who Scorp assumed was on the 'alien' side, fired purple bolts of plasma at a black ship, which took the bolts to the body, and exploded seconds later. The oval shaped purple ship manoeuvred around the debris and began firing at another target.

"Start scanning to see where Xan is." Scorp growled. "I don't want that clone, 812, beating us to Xan."

"Yes, sir."

"And give the order to paint the armour of every single soldier on these 3 ships – we don't want to go down there and have a serious case of friendly fire. Blue should do, I think. Blue stripes."

"Roger that, Captain."

On the next section of the beach, Silverman put a deafening burst from the LAAG into a group of Grunt's, and they squealed; toppling over each other while blue blood squirted out of holes created in various parts of their bodies.

The Master Chief drifted the Warthog around the small building in the sand, and Silverman squeezed the triggers, aiming at an Elite that was running for one of the purple Covenant boxes. It made it there, and Silverman held his aim, putting hundreds of bullets into the front of the box. He stopped, knowing that the Elite was dead – or close to it – and brought the LAAG around to face another Elite. The Elite was stupid enough to get in front of the speeding Warthog, and it was crushed underneath the tyres.

Sarge, in the side seat, fired his Battle rifle at the Covenant who were attempting to regroup while Silverman took a moment to let his teeth stop shaking. The Warthog ramped up over the top of a concrete sewerage wall, and hit the sand. The Warthog stopped.

"What the hell?" Silverman heard Sarge mutter.

An explosion rocked the ground beneath Xan's feet. Blaster fire was being directed at the hundreds of aliens in, and around, the tunnel entrance, and Xan spoke to a pilot over the comm.

"We need a team of 7 LAAT's at the beach, ready to go with full missiles and fuel – we're going to go into the centre of the city to secure the clones that landed there in their escape pods."

"Roger that, Captain, we'll have them ready in about 5 minutes."

He switched to a private channel, "Hawkins, I need you to find a way down from there and get over here."

"Ok, Xan. How much time have I got?"

"5 minutes."

"I knew you didn't like me…"

Xan turned to the clone behind him – 812.

"How many clones are in the centre of the city?" Xan asked him.

"Sir, we are receiving constant updates from them, and they say that their original numbers were 724, but now they're down to about 680. It's very hard to navigate in the small streets with that amount of soldiers, so they've holed up, but about 100 of them are MIA – they weren't found after the drop."

"Sir! New contact – unidentified technical at 4 0'clock!"

Xan turned and looked towards the only other entrance to the beach – behind him, next to the large wall that separated 2 sand fronts. A four-wheeled primitive looking vehicle had come to a stop just next to the water, behind the clones' new CP. It had 3 people in it: one green 'giant' driving, and a passenger in black armour, and a gunner, standing up on the back in black armour.

"Who are they?" somebody asked over all the channels.

"Try and make contact with it," Xan said. "See what they're intentions are."

"Roger that, sir."

The ARC-170's flew over the top of the building, strafing the rocks with laser fire. One ship fired its plasma torpedoes: one hit the hovering sniper 'tower', and the other demolished a group of aliens hiding in the rubble. Most of the sniper tower was obliterated, and the remains were knocked away from the anti-grav beam that was suspending it in the air. It hit the ground, the remains of it shattered, and a few unfortunate aliens were killed by sharp – and fast – pieces of jagged 'metal'.

"I need that vehicle raised on the comm now!" he yelled.

"Sir, we have them! Patching you through… now!"

Xan spoke immediately into the comm channel.

"This is Captain 325 of the Republic, stationed on board the Helmor, requesting names, rank and verification of FOF status with our army in 20 seconds, or we will wipe you from the face of this planet.

10 seconds passed without anything except the screaming of aliens and clones coming from the pile of debris. Xan said over a different channel,

"Tell 2 ARC's that we have a new target for them - these new guys aren't going to answer. Leave the rest on clean-up duty."

"Yes, sir."

The clones had managed to force seats out of rubble, and were giving orders over the comm. 2 ARC's broke away from the rest of the pack, ready to kill.

Silverman looked in awe as soldiers clad entirely in white armour battling the Covenant outside the hole – amongst a pile of rubble – in the highway tunnel. Ships flew over the rubble, firing green lasers at the Covenant taking cover inside the rubble.

Suddenly, 2 of the ships broke off, and started heading towards the Warthog.

"Son of a bitch," the Sarge said softly, then he shouted, "Move it, Chief – move!"

The Chief slammed his foot down on the pedal, and the wheels kicked up sand, before catching and sending the Warthog screeching down the beach.

Silverman turned around and fired at the building with white soldiers on it, but missed all of them, only just missing one of the ones standing. He took aim at the 2 ships that were now trailing the Warthog.

The bullets from the LAAG swept towards the 2 ships, being spread out over a large space as the gun recoiled in different directions. They fired green lasers, and the lasers flew towards the Warthog at a tremendous speed. As if sensing they were going to die, the Master Chief sound the Warthog around 180 degrees, keeping his foot on the gas, and the Warthog didn't even slow. The lasers impacted on the sand behind them, kicking up a lot of it, leaving Silverman's ears ringing – the sound of impact was near deafening at that close range.

He turned and squeezed the trigger again, when he saw 4 blue balls flying towards them; fired from the ships.

They were most likely missiles of some sort.

"Get down!" he screamed, firing wildly at them in an attempt to stop them.

It didn't work, and Silverman jumped – abandoning the Warthog.

The torpedoes hit the ground on the right of the Warthog – it would have killed Silverman – and the Sarge and the Master Chief were thrown from it. The Master Chief hit the ground running towards the highway tunnel, but the Sarge hit the ground and then didn't move.

Silverman hit the ground, rolling, and then he stopped, facing the sky, in time to see the flaming chassis of the Warthog fly towards him.

A/N: Sorry if this chapter was too short, but I think I will make the rest of the chapters as short as that one. I need a vote: should I make the chapters the same length, longer or shorter than this one?

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