Once again I do not own Halo or anything related to Halo. A lot of people have told me that the chapters are too short. Yes, I do realize that. I just dont have a lot of time on my hands to when I can make totally awesome long chapters...but from now on I say "Give the people what they want." So if you want something your need to review. Please do review though. I love hearing from you guys. Enjoy the next "longer" chapter.
Three days in and Voro' Tuyokee was still crouched near the supply cache. He had come back to this same location for days now…and no activity.
He surveyed the area and, he had to admit, this was a great place for anyone to take supplies from. The human city park was quite hilly here and some of the fallen buildings made artificial mountains that were great for cover. They had many gaping holes that a thief could easily slip out of without being noticed.
Not only that, but the incompetent guards could barely keep their eyes open for more than a few hours. Voro hissed angrily. They should have their eyelids torn off so they wouldn't get in the way of their watching.
His legs ached from crouching in wait for so long; he shifted his weight slowly and carefully. His active camouflage barely shimmered when he moved. Unlike his fellows. He could clearly see where each of his "teammates" where crouching. All of them lacked the discipline to keep still and unseen. One fool fidgeted so much a half blind human could have easily shot him dead.
The sun was slowly lowering to kiss the very top of the nearest human structure, making the sky turn a bright red-orange.
Perhaps there will not be a raid today either. Just as he was going to call an end to his watch duty, a slight disturbance caught his trained eye. A slanted door on a building not 10 yards from his location was swinging. He had seen that door; it had been shut just moments before.
The major didn't bother to alert his team. They at least had the common sense to fan out in the immediate area when he moved out, and they kept their comm. silent thank the prophets.
He went to the door and inspected it closely, noting the dark corridor, and a mound of fabric lying just inside. Lifting it up he saw it was a large human carrying sack. The thief must be using this to tote… His thoughts were interrupted as an anguished roar came from the other side of the supply dock.
As he swiftly crouch-walked toward the source of the cry he heard one of the minors scream over the radio "It's….it's A DE*Sclurch*!" then the feed cut. He could see the two lazy-ass guards lying on the ground; they both appeared to be unconscious.
He rounded a corner and was shocked at what foe awaited him. "Shit." Was the only word that could escape his suddenly dry throat.
Crack! She gave the shimmering enemy a strong slug to the face with her armored fist.
The other one rushed at her, his cloaking device was either dead, or he hadn't bothered to turn it on again. He appeared to be a major, and was the braver of the two. His light sword singed the air with every swipe. Missy jumped out of the way right before he could try to skewer and cook her.
The elite she had punched was still a little dazed from her upper cut. "Make yourself useful!" She pushed the dazed alien into his companion. The two crashed into each other with a loud Smack!
When they struggled to get up Missy took out two more of her arsenal of syringes, and stabbed them both quickly in the chest. I didn't want to kill any of you…but you saw me. Sorrow washed over her as the two began coughing up blood in gurgling fits, before they were swept into eternal sleep. "Let's see…two guards, two minors, one major. That should do it I guess." She had watched the supply dock for two whole days and had taken careful note of every enemy.
She walked over to the two guards and took their pulses to be sure they still lived. Luckily the guards hadn't seen her so all she had to do was knock them out. They're probably the only ones who get to live through this. A large shadow crept over the ground where she was crouched.
She gasped and turned just in time as a bright sword tried to slash her in half. Instinct took over and she danced away.
She had to guess that it was a stealth elite. But as soon as she had seen the light sword, it was gone in a flash and so was the shimmering air.
Missy felt fear crawl up her spine. Normally you could see them. The air would shimmer or you could see a light sword or something. There was an unmistakable crackle of a light sword behind her and she leapt out of the way.
Maybe if I play on his sense of honor he will get reckless. "Coward. Are you afraid of the mighty strength of a Demon?" She thought she heard a growl but she wasn't sure. Missy kept up her dance though to be safe.
She jumped and sprinted, dodged and tumbled. Trying to not make a pattern so her enemy couldn't predict her actions. Then she heard something, a slight intake of breath right…in front of her! Leaping high into the air she just barely missed the sword meant to cut her in two, and she crashed down on top of the elite. As he struggled to recover Missy punched the back of him.
She punched madly, anywhere and everywhere she could while he was still shimmering. Suddenly, the cloaking device sputtered and melted away, revealing the biggest elite she had ever seen.
In her shock he had grabbed her roughly around the neck with one hand and flung her a good 12 feet. Twisting like a cat, she landed less-than-gracefully on her feet and tumbled to one side as the elite slashed at her. As they danced she sized him up. He was well over 9"7' as far as she could tell, and bulging with muscles. He had a take no-shit kind of attitude, and he didn't seem to be drunk on honor like those other half-wits. Overall, she needed a weapon or else he was going to bull right over her.
As the two tangoed something caught her eye. A light sword lay deactivated on the ground to her left. He might not see it… The new threat just kept hacking at her madly. Or he might be trying to trap me, but hell, I'll die if I don't get a weapon anyways. Rolling sharply to the left she jumped for the sword.
A loud *sker-crack* resonated when the elite's sword slashed the ground, missing his target.
Missy laughed at his angry roar and activated the sword easily enough. "Now the fun begins." Launching from the ground, she taunted her adversary as they clashed. This was very much like her pole training, if not more exhilarating. Parry, thrust, dodge, crack!
The two seemed to be evenly matched. The elite was large and very strong, he drove her back and forth. But the Spartan was swift and sure-footed, making him chase her this way and that.
The elite stumbled and she saw her chance. She lashed out at him swift as a bullet.
But she realized too late that she had moved her arm just a little too fast.
A horrible jolt from her damaged neural interface stabbed through her spine. Suddenly, her vision darkened. Her world swam and spiraled. "Oh shit…no.." Vomit burned her throat.
He had thought he was done for, but at the sight of his foe's hesitation, Voro struck.
The light sword slashed through the air with a resounding crackle, and he felt pleasure in hearing the agonized scream of the demon. It had moved slightly to the right when he had swung, but he had managed to inflict a deep gauge on its left side.
Its blood appeared black in the fading light and was flowing thickly from the wound. The stench of burned flesh and blood made him smile.
"You BASTARD!" it croaked. Ah, a she-demon…and she clearly was ill.
He almost felt pity; the thing was swaying on its feet and smelled of vomit. "I will make your death quick," The Demon stumbled and tripped, over its own feet "for I am not unkind. A swift death should be appreciated since you are in no condition to fight."
To his surprise, the Demon defiantly picked herself up off the ground and stood to face him.
The red-orange sunlight glanced off the armor and appeared to create a halo of light around its head. How appropriate. Voro lifted his sword "Very well. I respect your wish to die honorably."
In an instant the defeated looking demon screamed and threw herself at him. The two clashed blades, the crackling rang off the buildings. Despite her obvious injuries, the she-demon seemed to have found new strength as she hacked at him ferociously. Like a cornered animal she strikes desperately. Let her tire. Then I will cut off her head.
He could just imagine the look on the ultra's face when he brought back a demon. With every blow, blood spurted from the deep gash, covering the ground in her thick red blood.
Finally, the Demon fell to one knee, dropping the sword.
He could hear her panting laboriously as she clutched her side and moaned. "Victory is mine, Demon." He leaned in and jerked her helmed head back to look him in the eye.
His sword seemed to ripple with his anticipation "My house will sing of my triumph for generations."
Alright! This was a long one, *whew* it was hard work but it was worth it for you guys. Please review, I learn from criticism so do not be afraid if you think you will hurt my feelings. Cause you won't. ai will just cry for days on end and then rewrite my entire story. Just kidding! Seriously though. Review. Or Missy will come and dissect you and Nurse will dance on your entrails. Bye! Love, Sterella.