Chapter 003: Jun
Noble-3 was lying on his back, near the summit of the mountain. His ribs were probably shattered for all he knew, while a massive headache racked his brain. 'I've reached the end, haven't I?' he thought to himself. He propped himself up on one elbow to get a look at the sangheili zealot standing over him imposingly. "You have one shot, human. Then, I shall reap your existence!" The zealot instructed in a deep voice, even for an elite. Jun raised his pistol in a shaky hand. "One shot is all I need." He said nonchalantly. He narrowed his eyes, adjusted his aim, steadied his arm, and fired directly past the elite, hitting the trigger for the 10 pounds of C-10 placed above the blast door he had protected, causing a huge cascade of boulders to spill over the top of it. The zealot looked on in horror and anger. Anger that somehow, someway, this Demon had outwitted him, causing the death of both of them. The elite turned back towards Jun, Letting out a bloodcurdling war cry of anguish, before quickly being cut off by a boulder falling directly on him. Jun, at the moment, was happy. He had accomplished his mission, making sure Halsey was safe. He simply looked at the sky, wondering if he would somehow make it off the mountain alive. Then, something unexpected had happened. A purple light appeared above Jun's head. Time slowed down for the injured Spartan, as if giving him time to decide what he wanted to do. He looked at the object inquisitively. 'Hey, maybe I'm being given a second chance?' he chuckled quietly at the thought, and then stopped with an abrupt grunt, due to the flare of pain from his midsection. A cough racked his body. He spurted blood from his mouth, and tentatively took hold of the small purple orb In front of him, the silence being a sharp crack, like standing right next to a lightning strike. He chuckled again, at his own expense as his surroundings faded from stony gray, then to black, then finally to a bluish-white light surrounding him. Grunting as he fell a small drop. Then, Jun heard something he had not expected to hear again in his life time: "BLOODY HELL! ANOTHER ONE?" Jun started to chuckle. The chuckle evolved into a full-blown laugh. He was laughing for the first time in years. 'Humans!' he thought excitedly as he heard the voice. 'Scottish ones, at that!' he saw a man come into his upward facing view. "Excuse me, but, erm, who might you be?"
"A man who's been given a second chance." He replied softly. He then propped himself up on his elbows. He turned his head to the man on his right. "I seem to have broken most, if not all of my ribs. Also I might have a slight concussion and a fractured spinal plate." He informed the man. His reply was a blank stare. "I would appreciate some medical attention, if you would be so kind." He coaxed. He looked at him confusedly, then, with a look of realization on his face, and then finally responded, thick with a Scottish accent. "You stay right there, and I'll be back in a couple of minutes with some paramedics, sir." The man rushed off and went into a small room that Jun assumed was an elevator, before the doors slid closed. Jun took the moment to get his bearings. He was in a large, circular room, filled with a single dominant structure. Taking up almost the entire room, a huge, smooth sphere mounted on a cylinder wrapped with thick tubes loomed over Jun. The sphere of the structure seemed to have a large crack in the side. From the large crack, Jun saw a blue-white glow emanating. The glow he usually identified with covenant plasma weaponry. He was lying on a walkway to the base of the 'Core' as he had dubbed it. At the end of the walkway there was a console with orange and blue holographs hovering just above the top. At this he nearly blanched. 'Advanced holographs, on a human ship? Unprecedented! Unheard of! Never happened!' he stared at the holographs with mounting curiosity as a group of paramedics stormed in, accompanied by the man from before, as well as three armored figures, one similar to an elite, but also surprisingly different. The paramedics in shiny blue and black uniforms surrounding him, he caught a glimpse of two of the figures arguing about something. They were both definitely women. He then looked behind them to see the third figure leaning back against the wall with something like a sniper rifle. The mysterious alien looked up and held his gaze. One eye was obscured by a blue eyepiece with symbols flashing on it and what looked like a targeting reticule. The other eye, though, was entirely unobscured. It was a deep gold and smallish, surrounded by a small area of dark membrane. The rest of the face was covered in what seemed like natural armor in a khaki color. He had five curved, flat spines that swept back across the sides and top of his head, the three topmost of these spines went back behind his head for a good 4 inches, before dissipating towards the center of the creature's head. Before he could get a good look at its armor though, but his view was cut off by a paramedic crouching down to grab his arm. With a herculean effort, the five men heaved the fully armored Spartan onto the stretcher, which groaned in protest. They walked him past the two armored women, who stopped their conversation to eye him suspiciously, yet menacingly at the same time. He went past the strange alien as well. He heard it mutter something under its breath akin to "Physics be damned." As the doors slid shut, he slid his arm around Nova.
"What the hell are we dealing with here girls? We've got guys dressed like dreadnoughts falling out of our ships core, and we're flying through an area of space where everything is white outside and the laws of physics don't apply outside of the ship." Garrus demanded.
"Honestly Hun', I've got nothing." Nova replied, placing her head on Garrus's shoulder piece. "All we've got is some mental guy saying he's from something called the "UNSC" and some guy with a broken ribcage. How are we supposed to know what's going on?" Garrus rubbed his midsection like he was thinking of what it was like to have his whole ribcage crushed. Sarah looked at them expectantly "Have you two lovebirds figured out a plan of action yet, or have you been too busy smooching to work?" she asked with a small smirk. Nova lifted her head from Garrus's shoulder and moved a strand of her long, jet black hair that was mostly pulled back into a pony-tail. "We totally have it going!" She said defensively.
"What percentage would you say it's at?"
"Erm, heh, around 5%, maybe…" Her voice trailed off as she reported the slight amount of planning her and Garrus had managed to get done. Sarah just let out an exasperated sigh and strode off toward the elevator. Once inside, she looked back to see her sister and Garrus rubbing foreheads again. 'They're so cute!' she thought as she punched in the button for the CIC.
YAY! NEW CHAPTER! This one was fun to write compared to the other ones. Much more humorous around the end. Anyway, hope you liked it and don't forget to favorite, follow and review!
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