A crack in the reality Matrix
A wave of plasma shook the phantom, forcing 6 out of his nap. Immediately he went to work figuring out what the hell was going on. A quick glance at his mission clock told him he slept for 27 minutes, and was due to arrive at the cruiser in 3 minutes. A second wash of plasma told 6 exactly what was going on. He checked the phantom's internal sensor array, and sure enough, there was a squadron of 10 covenant anti-aerospace banshee's.
6 sent the phantom into a series of dodges and rolls, reversing thrusters, and boosting forward, succeeding in delaying the further attacks of the banshee's. Still, time was running out, and as 6 rolled under a hail of shots from the leading banshee, he sent a command to his AI to lower the shields.
Nothing happened.
Confused, 6 sent the command again, and flipped the phantom around so he could fire on the banshees. Again, the AI didn't respond. 6 checked the AI crystal, and found that it was pouring all of its processing power into a task, and could not be interrupted at the time. 6 swore, and rolled the phantom again, lining it up for a quick strafe against the banshee's, and then manually dialing up the ships systems. It took him a good couple of minutes to get around firewalls and cyphers, but he got a small portion of the shield down, and that was purely accidental. He hit the auto dock button on the dash, and felt the phantom slow, and land in the first cargo bay.
Yirp watched as the rogue phantom docked in front of him. He had been assigned by one of the Sanghali to destroy whatever came out of that ship, and there was talk of a Demon on it. It would bring honer and glory to Yirp's clan, and though he was sterile, his family would be allowed to breed, and many of his brethren would be allowed to become deacons.
Yirp shivered in fear. He prayed there was no Demon inside, as with all other Unggoy, he feared that the Sanghali sense of honor would get him killed. Still no backing out of it, so Yirp hefted the biggest weapon he was allowed to carry, a heavily modified Focus Rifle. Whether the modifications would be better, or worse, was about to be tested.
The hatch opened, slowly.
Grenades came raining down upon it.
And nobody noticed 6 drop from the grav lift, and sprint towards the nearest exit.
Authors notes:
SaberXJ
Thanks for your review. I admit, that 6 should have been able to get off Reach, but he didn't. Too much conspired against him, and, if you read back in the second chapter of this fiction, you'll notice that Reach had its own presence, which forced 6 to remain. Or at least tried to. That's how I explained his death in the games, and also how I explain why 6 was able to get through combat as he left atmo. Your help would be appreciated, and I can always use a beta reader.
Your Rights Are My Rights
Thank you for your review, and yeah, I can understand being ever so miffed... Just fyi, I am a student. I had this whole bloody week off. It was glorious.
To everyone else, thanks for reading, I would love a few more reviews. Also, I might be lookin for beta readers, and I am always in need of more ideas. If you have any questions, ill do my best to answer them.
~Daemonwelsh