Darkwolf immediatly unbuckled himself, and leaped out into space after Jewel. He pushed off the Star Saber towards his quarry. Darkwolfs hand clamped down on her ankle. Darkwolf breathed a sigh of releif, which quickly turned to a curse as he realized that they were stuck drifting away from their craft. The curses got louder as a squadron of Banshees turned on the Saber and blew it to peices.
Then, of course, the squadron turned to finish of the surviving pilots. "Jewel..." mumbled Darkwolf, "Now would be a great time to wake up..." Jewel didn't stirr.
Darkwolf tapped her helmet lense. No response.
A bolt of energized plasma raced over their heads.
Jewel awoke with a start. "Of course," sighed Darkwolf.
"What's going on?" asked Jewel. Darkwolf gave her the situation, all the while dodging the now numerous plasma shots. By the time he finished the squad was ready to go over their heads and come around for another pass.
Jewel said, "We should probably grab some ships and jack them."
"My thought exactly," said Darkowolf, as he snatched at a passing Banshee.
"Very well,"said Jewel, then she pushed Darkwolf onto one of the Banshees, at the same time propelling herself onto another. There, she forced open the cockpit, shoved the extremely surprised Elite out of his seat, and took controll of the craft. Darkwolf did the same. Soon, they were back in action, taking out Covenant crafts. Jewel almost got shot by an overzealous Tim, but it turned out fine.
At least, everything seemed to be fine until one of the Phantoms crashed into the fourth missle and blew it up. "Crap!" yelled Holmes as a wave of flourocent blue energy rippled out from the missle, "We lost one!"
All they could do now was watch as the three remaining missles hit, cracking the Installation into three peices. "Great," said Darkwolf, "Now we have to figure out a way to destroy that last section of the ring!" But, just as he began to formulate a new plan, the final part of the Installation erupted in a brilliant flash of purple light. The other two peices exploded as well.
"Well," said Tim, looking at the fading bursts, "that was . . . actually rather simple!"
"I dunno," said Darkwolf, "Cortana didn't say anything about the ring blowing up on its own . . ."
This didn't make any sense, if Cortana didn't say it would explode like that, then it probably wouldn't. And everyone knew that the ring couldn't be sabatodged like that . . . right?
Three billion lightyears away, Blay'de read a hidden data output device on his wrist and smiled. His plan was going just right.