POW
Sorry this chapter took so long to write...I'm getting lazy. Next chapter quicker!
Jack and Keira were lyeing side-by-side on the peaceful island in the middle of the bay that made up the fall-back point. They were on the peak of a hilly mound just a few feet over the treeline. So far they had been here for ten minutes, and all they'd really done was hold hands. It was beginning to bore her.
Keira rolled over to face her squadmate, and took off her helmet. A gigantic smile was on her face. Slowly her hands found their way down to the area between Jacks legs. Oblivious to her actions through his armor, Jack continued to stare at the sky through his helmets visor. It wasn't until he felt the gel layer of his armor shift against his thigh and the tropical air waft across his pale, sun-deprived skin that he realized what exactly was about to unfold. This alone caused his member to gain a 90 degree angle in less than four seconds. 'Not bad, not bad at all,' thought Keira.
She was just beggining when they both heard the unmistakable roar of UNSC dropships. Replacing their armor, the black specs on the horizon slowly resolved into the silhouettes of both Pelicans and Albatross'. They were only a few miles off-it should be only a matter of minutes.
Just then Jack remembered a particulary bare section of the mountain on the shore. Since it had a perfect veiw of the surrounding airspace, it would be a likely spot for the enemy to attack from. He had checked it before, when they had first arrived at the bay, and a second time with a scope once they had gotten to the island, but it never hurt to be careful, espescially since their pickup had just arrived. Jack walked over to the edge of the hilltop and picked up the SPNKr launcher. Lifting it to his shoulder, Jack peered through the scope and tried to make out the clearing.
"Aw, shit, dude..."
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Tura stood camoflauged beside Ynato and Wagurai, beam rifle in hand. Looking through the magnification scope, she saw one of the Demons gazing at her with a rocket launcher. 'Fragallo!' she thought. If the humans knew where they were, they would have to move fast.
She nodded to her cohorts. They raised their arms and their energy cannon barrels glowed green...
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Jack turned around and began gesturing wildly with his arms in the direction of the dropships. Without radio, it was the only way to get the message across without screaming at a hundered octaves.
Keira looked at him strangely. "Uh, what the hell are you doing, exactly?"
"Saving our sorry asses, that's what," he responded. "There's a small legion of Covenant on that hill. Those dropships are walking into a deathtrap." At this, Keira turned around. Up on the hill, she could just make out what appeared to be a colony of purple ants scurrying around. Then, a myriad of flashes sparked across the hill. She watched, with horror, as what looked like a greenish-white cloud flowed slowly in the direction of the dropships. But she knew that the "cloud" was infact a thousand globes of boiling, white-hot plasma.
"Jack."
Jack looked up just as the plasma passed overhead. Some of the worse aimed shots passed only a few feet above them, needles suddenly spiraling out of control. Approximately a football field away, the pickup rushed headlong into a mist from Hell. Afterburners and airbrakes flared uselessly. With his enhanced vision, Jack could just make out number 029-Ryan and 138-Salvadore in the lead Pelican before the flight group dissapeared in the flaming mist.
The series of explosions rattled their teeth and shattered the ground. Orange and yellow blossomed in the place of white and green, and then faded to reveal a scattered mix of ship fragments and flaming corpes-or pieces of them, at least. The fallen remains ended their violent trip with a thousand spashes of water below.
Shaking off the shock, the two Spartans turned back to the enemy hill to see a fleet of hovercraft racing across the sea. It was mostly made up of Shadows and Specters, but some Ghosts acted as Shadow escorts as well. They began to fire almost immediatly, but plasma was so innaccurtate at that range that some shots didn't even hit the island. But both knew that that wasn't going to last long.
They were just going to turn and find a hold-out point or hiding place when a dozen Particle Beam Rifle shots flew at Keira. At such a distance, most missed, but one caught her in the face. Luckily, the sheer distance of the shot had weakened the plasma. She would live. Jack was just about to help her when he got the exact treatment, catching him right in the center of his chest.
Ten minutes later, a horde of Covenant entered the clearing. Tura looked down on "her" prize. That lucky shot would probably get her a promotion. And when they got the two heathens back to base, she would find a way to get revenge on their entire race...
Tura smiled. This was surely a gift from the gods themselves.
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