A/N : Okay, blitz update.
After a while Thomas found the strength to stand up so he assessed the battle. The two sides had quietened down. The makeshift base Thomas had deployed from had been completely decimated and an upturned Scorpion tank was smoking about sixty metres away from him. The fort he had destroyed was still flaming and small medical teams were attending the wounded and barely alive. Spartans and ODST lay dead, strewn across the ground.
"- rike inbound - All per - ll ex - ted to - ear th - ea." A voice announced through his headset after some fiddling. He could barely make out the words, let alone trasmit. He began tapping away on his microphone.
Tap. Tap tap. Tap. Tap tap. Tap. Tap tap. Tap. Tap. Tap tap. Tap. Tap tap. Tap. Tap tap. Tap.
A series of buzzes was his response.
Buzz buzz buzz buzz. Buzz.
Thomas quickly replied.
Tap. Tap tap. .- A crude twist could create a buzz... Wasting no time, Thomas began his transmission, tugging on the microphone of the headset to signify the breaks in words.
... .-. .- .-. - .- -. ..- ...- -... / - .-. .- -. ... - .. - - .. -. -. / .-. . -.- ..- . ... - .. -. -. / .- .. -.. / .- - ..- -. -.. . -.. / -. - / -... .. - ..-. - .- - / .-. . -.- ..- .. .-. . / .- . .- .-. - -. .-. -.- / .- - / .- - / -... .- - - .-.. . ..-. .. . .-.. -..
... . .-.. .-. He added after a pause.
.- .. .-. ... - .-. .. -.- . / .. -. -... - ..- -. -.. .-.-.- / -.. .. ... - .- -. -.-. . / -.- - ..- .-. ... . .-.. ..-. / .- ... / - ..- -.-. ... / .- ... / -.- - ..- / -.-. .- -. / ..-. .-. - - / - ... . / -... .- - - .-.. . ..-. .. . .-.. -.. .-.-.- / -. .- ...- .-. - .. -. - ... / ... . -. - .-.-.- / .-. . .-.. .. -.-. .- -. / -.-. - - .. -. -. .-.-.- Was the reply. A large but dotted navpoint with corroded edges appeared on his HUD, marking the bombing radius.
.. / ... .- ...- . / .- / -. .-. .- -.-. -.- .-.. . / .- .. .-.. .-.. / . ... -.-. .- .-. . / -.. . .-.. .- -.- / .- .. .-. ... - .-. .. -.- . / -... -.- / ..-. - ..- .-. / - .. -. ..- - . / .-. .-.. . .- ... . Thomas responded urgently before sprinting onto his bike and driving away. Light fire showered the ground behind him but he ignored in and drove as fast as he could. After seventeen minutes a Shortsword flew over his head.
...- .. ... ..- .- .-.. .-.-.- / ..- ...- -... / ... - - .-. / .- - / -. .- ...- .-. - .. -. - .-.-.-
A more precise Navpoint appeared on his HUD and Thomas parked his bike there before falling onto the side of it, knife in hand. He soon fell asleep, his wounds still slowly leaking but clotting up. He was awoken by the sound of engines and fans - A Pelican. A Marine helped him up and four more loaded the Grackle into the Pelican before climbing in afterwards. The vehicle itself was hovering little under two metres from the ground. Thomas jumped into it and helped another three up before manning the heavy machine gun to provide cover and be ready to help the remaining three Marines. Marksmen with battle rifles and two with snipers were lined up around him - This absolute cover was necesary this close to the battle field. Lifting in the Marines as they jumped Thomas stepped off the hatch and pulled it up with the gun, letting Marines lock it. The bulky aircraft peeled off the ground and began a backwards journey back to the UNSC Firebase before turning and going at it with full speed. He was treated, several armour plates momentarily removed, biofoam inserted and medication taken. After a while he was allowed to sit.
"A Spartan, aye?" A Marine chuckled.
"A real one!" Another one chorused.
"Ain't going to kill us all, either!" One chortled and Thomas used his magnum to pretend to snipe the three.
"What the hell are you lot playing at!" The captain roared, causing Thomas to instinctively turn the gun on him. If looks could kill, that man could be a marksman for the UNSC. Thomas quickly clipped it to his waist and sat up straighter. "You trying to shoot me?" The bulky officer bellowed in his ear. "That's mutiny, you know!"
Thomas shut off his speakers and sat through his rant, playing music. When he had calmed down he switched the speakers back on and sat back in his chair as he walked away. He sat there for a moment before he dozed off. Fatigue from the battle was getting to him.
A/N : Please review! Also, if you want to know what the transmissions are, use this site - morsecode(dot)scphillips9(dot)com(fowardslash)jtranslator(dot)html - The longer ones (Dah's) turing Thomas' taps are signified by a full stop (.).