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UNSC Military time and Calendar: 13/2/2561 21:20
Location: unknown
"Who did you find? All of the ship's crew members are with me." asked a perplexed Adams as he, Ahsoka, and Saratoma, began to walk back to the UNSC staging area.
"That's kind of the issue; he didn't give us his name, he helped us fight off the Imperials and then he left, he was very friendly and stron-"
An explosion cut off her sentence and knocked all three of them to the ground. Saratoma hopped back to her feet and readied her BR55BH or Battle Rifle.
Several beings in gleaming white armor and black 'T' shaped visors came over the rocks and fired red lasers at the trio.
Ahsoka ignited her light sabers while Adams fired his rifle. While Adams realized that most of his shots weren't penetrating the enemy' armor, Saratoma was having no such problem.
"Damn it, why won't these things die already?" he shouted while reloading a fresh magazine into his rifle.
The trio backed off and covered behind a barricade of rocks, all the while constantly taking pop-shots at the enemy troopers.
"Man this sucks."
He quickly ducked behind the rocks while Saratoma continued delivering Imperials to hell.
"MAYDAY, MAYDAY! This is Warrant Officer Adams Cursk, I am under heavy suppression fire from Imperial infantry soldiers, I am also with a possible native here who might be able to help us navigate the terrain on this planet." He shouted into his comm device.
"Hey I'm not a native!" shouted Ahsoka as she hopped over the barricade and started batting away laser bolts.
"We need support now! Can anyone hear me?"
A familiar voice sounded through the comm.
"This is Tsu-he'malee of the Unity of Species, Adams! Where are you? I swear all you do is go look for trouble!"
"No time for that now, I'm sending you my coordinates now!"
Adams clicked his wrist watch, immediately sending his coordinates to Tsu.
"Reinforcements will be there shortly." said Tsu.
Dams stood up and fire his rifle, simply making a few heads duck behind some rocks.
But there were more troopers coming, and almost none of them took cover behind any rocks.
"Why aren't they taking cover? Don't they know their getting shot at?"
"Imperial Troopers believe themselves to be invincible, that's what makes them so devastating to enemy soldiers." replied Ahsoka as she batted away a laser bolt.
Saratoma had switched to her Magnum M6 and was constantly popping head shots. But the enemy forces didn't waver.
Adams had now run out of ammo for the assault rifle, and had switched to his M90 shotgun, not that it would do much damage at long range, so he activated his wrist shields and started advancing forward, letting his shield take the hits for him.
He was finally close enough to use the shotgun, but before he could pull the trigger he was knocked to the side. He looked up just in time to see an Imperial unsheathe his knife and slash downward.
Adams caught the trooper's hand that was holding the blade, and was now struggling to keep the blade away from his neck. As he struggled he noticed the blade was black in color, yet it crackled as blue electricity arced up and down the blade.
"Whoa, thats not something you see every day." He said while looking at the menacing blade.
"DIE REBEL SCUM!" shouted the Imperial as he prepared to impale Adams with his blade.
Suddenly, the trooper's helmet was smacked by a blue blob. Adams blinked his eyes to find that the trooper had left him and started screaming in pain as the plasma cooked through his helmet and into his mind. Adams looked in the direction that the plasma came from, only to find Tsu-he'malee dual wielding plasma rifles, and standing next to four Zealot class warriors.
"You dare come to us with arms to bear and sinister intentions in your hearts? And expect to fight us and win, wearing only the most pitiful of armor?"
A Imperial trooper came forward as the firing halted. He looked more highly decorated then the others with a yellow shoulder cap.
"The Empire is invincible, surrender Rebel scum! And your deaths will be quick and painless." Said the officer as Adams had guessed that he was.
"I think not." Tsu retorted.
The response that the trooper got was as glorious as it was horrifying. All four Zealots ignited their energy swords and activated their 'Overdrive' on their shields.
Overdrive is similar to Oversheilds, it strengthens the shield generators output of energy for a limited amount of time. However, unlike Oversheilds, Overdrive is rechargeable. After it's used up completely it takes a few hours to fully recharge. It is also much more powerful than regular Oversheilds, meaning it can last longer against enemy fire. These however have one single draw back. When firing any Covenant weapon, it emits an interesting EMF frequency, immediately cutting the power to all suit functions. The suit while using Overdrive is fragile to foreign signals of any kind. The Overdrive shields usually prevent signals from penetrating the shields and disrupting the armor functions. But since Covenant weaponry is so close to the user it does penetrate the shields. That's why the armor ability was only given to Zealots, since the energy sword only creates the signal when its activated, the Zealots could activate their swords, then the overdrive, and mindlessly slice their enemies to bits and pieces without the worry of dying.
They were also very scary.
The Zealots activated their Overdrives and charged the enemy platoon. The Imperials stood their ground and unleashed a barrage of laser fire on the Zealots, but the Zealots were undeterred, for they had been commonly put into these situations like these before and had thought of it the same way a civilian thinks about grabbing a cup of coffee.
The Zealots quickly cut down the Imperial forces with their energy blades. One Imperial trooper however had the guts to go and try to tackle one of the Sangeheli Zealots.
The Zealot laughed, picked up the trooper by his hands, and instantly decapitated him.
Zealot class Sangeheli were used for, and have been, instant killing machines, with no regard for life itself. In a sense, they were the equivalent to a Marine who went insane on the battlefield.
They were born with the instinct to kill.
Ahsoka watched the Zealots slaughter the Imperials like cattle to a shredder.
"By the Force," she said astoundingly as a Zealot sliced an Imperial down the middle.
"That's a Zealot. They are devastating on the battle field and have no regard for life itself." said Adams casually.
"Not quite, human."
Adams and Ahsoka turned around to see a Sangeheli in a particularly high class of armor style of armor.
Tsu simply looked on from his post as the Zealots continued having so much fun preoccupying the Imperials, while occasionally using his plasma rifles to gut down a few troopers.
"It is a pleasure to fight by your side, Field Marshall Resd Sayumee." He greeted him while gunning down an Imperial that had gone off the deep end and charged the Field Marshal.
"Wait…the Resd Sayumee?" said Adams while turning to the Sangeheli warrior. "The one who so brilliantly defeated the Covenant Loyalists at the Third Battle for Harvest? No way…. This is AWESOME!" he shouted.
The grand Sangeheli smiled at that. Resd Sayumee was one of the most famous Sangeheli in all of their history, second only to the Arbiter. He was a master at the sword and had taken advice with several human monks on earth. He also trained in the human's ways of what they called Karate and Ti-Quan-Do. His only long ranged weapon was a concussion rifle, which by now had become one of the most used weapons by the Sangeheli Zealots, second only to the sword.
He was called 'Red the Wise.' Mostly because he wore red colored Field Marshall armor.
Field Marshalls often wore armor very similar to Zealots because that's usually what the led. Field Marshalls usually led Zealots around as their personal commander. True there were Sangeheli that wore field Marshall Armor that weren't Leaders of specialized Zealot groups; this just concluded that they were really high ranking officers.
Resd was both.
"Who?" asked Ahsoka as she continued to watch the horror that ensued on the Imperial forces.
While she was completely unfamiliar with these Sangeheli customs, she obviously disagreed with their tactics. She was a Jedi, and she felt that all life in the Galaxy should be preserved as much as possible. That's how she was trained. True, she has killed multiple Imperial lives in the past, but the facts still stood that whenever she could she would spare someone's life, or protect other person's life. These Sangeheli Zealots had no such sympathy. During the Clone wars, she heard of some the clones going off the deep end and into insanity. All the Republic simply did was put them down with a blaster rifle or lethal injection. But these Sangeheli were not put down, instead, these aliens were trained to be feared.
No were near the level of a Shadow trooper, but these aliens did so in a much different way. A Shadow trooper would stick top the shadows and attack without warning. These Zealots however gave you a warning, and there was nothing you could do to stop their advance. You could fight, but you would only delay the inevitable.
Though the Zealots were doing a great job of fighting off the Imperials, there were simply too many to stop.
"Feirfeck!" she cursed. "Never mind, we need to leave, now!" she pointed towards the incoming Imperials. Resd looked up and only saw his four almost invincible Zealots continue to hack away at the enemy forces. Though his pride screamed at him to keep fighting, he knew better.
"Fall back! Draw them back to the compound!" he cried in the Sangeheli tongue.
"The Zealots immediately stopped their attack and fell back while deactivating their Over shields and switching to their concussion rifles and plasma repeaters to cover their retreat. Though a Zealots shields were not as strong as their Oversheilds, they could still take a considerable amount of damage before failing.
As he ran, Adams let a quick blast of his shotgun sound out through the air behind him, luckily killing a trooper instantly. He then looked up only to see the true strength of the enemy's forces.
He almost fell over in despair. True the Zealots had taken out so many of the enemy, but it seemed as if the whole hill itself was being flooded by a sea of white armor and the red lasers of the Empires forces.
Saratoma had joined the Zealots in covering the four Officers retreat, and had switched to her M7 SMG, firing in one hand while in the other; she was using her energy katana to block the incoming lasers. Suddenly several blue bolts of energy whizzed past them from behind only to combat the Empire.
Saratoma whirled around in the storm of blue and red lasers to see the four officers taking cover under… a group of walkers?
The vehicles were rectangular in shape and had six powerful legs to maneuver on. Its cockpit was surrounded by four large cannons and topside of the craft was a powerful looking turret, with a unprotected Imperial?
No, the armor was different, though both types seemed closely related.
She turned back around and continued firing her M7 SMG as he heard over the comm, "The Republic has come to our aid my brothers. STRIKE FOR HONOR!"
A series of roars and bellows resounded over the comm, as the Zealots around her put away their weapons and pulled out their energy swords and activated their Overdrives, and charged the Imperials, weapons raised high as several of the Imperials at the front lines cowered back in fear of joining their brothers with the dead.
Saratoma followed in suit as she put away her sub-machine-gun and solely used her energy katana, following closely behind the Zealot's charge.
That's when she saw a warrior of high authority running past her, dual wielding golden energy blades.
Saratoma smiled as Resd Sayumee started to cut down the enemy's forces with his blades. Golden energy blades were an upgrade to the standard energy swords, courtesy of the Huragok. Though few in number, these ''Golden Blades of Sangehleios" were more powerful and lasted far longer on the battle field. They also featured something that was commonly seen in Brute Chieftain Gravity hammers.
Whenever they slashed at a target, the blades pommel caused the very blades themselves to create shockwaves, completely destroying the enemy's internal organs.
She grinned all the way down the rocky hillside as she began slicing through the Imperial ranks without a moment's thought.
Commander Nolan had no idea what weapons these people were using. He had no idea about who they were, what tactics they used, what their soldiers were, or even what species they were. All he knew is that this was a first contact scenario, and he had to do all he could to protect them.
Standing alongside his fellow troopers, he fired his DC-17m blaster rifle, gunning down a few Imperials in the process. He had the troops set up the ATTE walkers on the ridge, giving them a formidable advantage on the battle field. And guarding each tank was a squad of clones, constantly fighting back the Imperials with their outdated weaponry.
True, in the past they had collected multiple Imperial firearms to use against the Empire itself, but they were still outnumbered and partially outclassed.
As her looked through the red and blue streaks of the battle field, he began to notice the very people he was trying to protect, simply throw themselves at the enemy combatants, all the while wielding wicked looking swords and cutting down the enemy ranks. The enemy's front lines were only thirty meters away and closing fast. He knew that if they were to survive, they had to hold their position.
"We must hold the line here! Push the enemy units back! Don't let them get any closer!" shouted Nolan, while throwing a thermal detonator to clear the ranks. The only up-side they had against the Empire was skill: his entire platoon were all veterans of the Clone Wars, therefore this meant that thy had far more skill than the thousands of greenhorns sent their way by the Empire.
He looked to his right, only to see a the dark black mass of a single Imperial Commando tackle him to the ground. His head slammed against the ground, but he wouldn't give up! He had come too far in his life to give it up now.
He pushed back against the Commando with all of his might, but the soldier was too strong for the standard clone.
Clone commandos had been severely upgraded in the past few years. From their weapons to their armor and shields, they were a force to be reckoned with.
That's when a beam of light saved him.
A blue beam pierced the shields of the Commando and sliced through the other side of the helmet. The Commando instantly went limp, and collapsed onto the battered commander. As Nolan pushed the dead corpse off himself, he looked up to see the barrel of a upgraded Imperial sniper, the wielder being one of his own.
"Thank you Vil." He told the 501st trooper as he got up on to his feet.
Vil simply nodded. After the Clone Wars had ended, all the 501st had been pulled back to the Jedi temple to kill the insubordinate Jedi as they had been fooled. All but one. Vil had actually become friends with a Jedi Padawan a few years before the transformation of the Empire. The duo had gone through a lot together, a when it was sounded that they were to kill off the Jedi, and his friend was blasted before his very eyes… he snapped.
He killed his entire squad, even his entire platoon. But he wasn't done. Not by a long shot.
He vowed from then on he would have his revenge, and he would kill the very man who tore down the Republic, and if he wasn't the one to do it, he would help out who did however he could.
Nolan returned to his firing position and continued their onslaught against the enemy.
Nolan called over the comm "Keep them pinned down boys, if we can hold out a little longer-"
"No need Commander; this is U.N.S.C. Warrant Officer Adams Cursk of the 712th battalion. We've got incoming air support. Those Imperials will be outta here in no time!"
Nolan looked up just in time to see three aircraft approach and unload their firepower onto the enemy forces.
Nolan watched in amazement as they hovered over their ATTE walkers constantly pounding the enemy infantry. But as he watched more closely, he suddenly noticed the little round shells constantly falling from the larger of the three craft in a shower of metal casings.
"Slugthrowers?" he muttered to himself as the golden shower continued to pour all over the ATTE's armor.
He shook his head and simply continued firing hoping that thy would survive this.