Long bristles tweaked on the Kig-Yar scout, it squawked loudly to its brethren; barrier shield Jackals that were nervously exploring the in-depth points of the broken human frigate that had crashed in on the forests overgrowth of the planet's surface.
The scout continued exploring, struggling to hold his Carbine rifle accurately through the dark corridors of the destroyed vessel. He hefted the weapon with one small feathered arm and gestured forward to his brethren of Jackal minors.
One of them squawked in fear at something quickly, activating his wrist gauntlet in order to create a barrier of hard-light energy into a circular shield that immediately created a formidable defence for the individual Storm jackal. A shadow ran past the entire group quickly, too fast for the creatures to see accurately; although they did manage to fire their weaponry at the space left behind them.
Suddenly a large rock was flung in the general direction of the Kig-Yar scout, smashing it in the chest piece and flinging it backwards quickly. As the jackal screamed and fell backwards, it fired its carbine quickly in fear and reflexed movements; firing the light green projectile into the back of his team-mates in mistake.
The other jackals screamed as their leader fell while firing upon its own ranks, another rock smashed into one of the minors; causing it to fall it in the way of the others.
Michael took this as his opportunity, running forward and smashing the jackals across the face with his fist until they stopped moving and stayed still.
He stepped forward and grabbed the dropped Carbine of the floor; he threw it to the second Spartan and grabbed a dropped Needler from the other jackal corpses.
They ran together through the destroyed vehicle bay of the Frigate, searching for any forms of communication or transportation. A small squad of grunts met them in the ruptured remains of the original hanger bay, immediately getting shot down by carbine fire and needler explosive clouds.
Before they could advance to the communications room, something stopped them from leaving the hanger bay, the dissembled corpse of Raphael; their former team-mate and friend. The Green Spartan observed his team-mates corpse slowly, fear stricken onto his face as he realised that the Red warrior had been skewered from behind by a covenant energy sword.
Michael dropped to the ground slowly, his squad had been cut down so easily by the ruthless covenant squatters and now they remained a fragment of their former strength and unity.
"Get up Michael, we've got to get the hell out of here" Gabriel spoke slowly while avoiding the image of Raphael's red corpse, grabbing his team-mates shoulder and moving him around.
They both walked forward slowly, taking every individual step as a challenge and test as they eventually progressed to the communications room.
It was completely ripped off from the main section of the ship, a set of destroyed trees in the way of the Spartan IV's progress. But eventually they managed to get through to the main room and gain access to the many helmet coms; most were destroyed but the rest were operational enough to be used to contact the Red Dusk.
A roar was heard outside the room; Storm Elite soldiers had spotted them and were attempting to cut them down with continuous storm rifle blue bolts. The Spartans looked to each other slowly; there armour was still exposed by the lack of energy shields.
Gabriel threw his Carbine to the rookie, "Hold them of Michael, I'll get command to pick us up"
The green Spartan nodded once, cocking the covenant rifle and immediately throwing a grenade to bounce of the wall and splatter against the Storm soldiers furiously.
"This is Gabriel of the Kilo – Foxtrot 13 Spartan squad, requesting immediate pick-up on our current location Red Dusk!" the Sniper spoke slowly, trying to confirm their safety.
Drafter replied slowly, 'Negative Spartan, the Red Dusk is preparing slip-space jump in less than 20 minutes, we are under specific orders from the…"
Gabriel interrupted her shortly, completely put off and frustrated with her typical ONI nonsense, "Your taking the Prophet's advice aren't you, your fleeing and leaving us behind", he almost shouted at the Lieutenant before hanging up on the communications in anger.
"Michael! Let's get the hell out of here!" He roared in anger, tightening his fists at the betrayal of his team-mate and him. Suddenly an explosive awoke him from his anger sending Michael flying into the wall with blood emitting from his chest wounds.
He reached behind and sprang straight towards the Storm Shanghalli in fury with a knife grasped in his hand, he roared in anger and stabbed the major right in the back of the neck; serving its spinal cords and killing it instantly.
The Shanghalli warrior fell to the floor heavily, clunking its chest piece straight onto the heavy and hard UNSC regulation floor.
Michael stepped up slowly, stopping the bleeding of his chest with a simple hand movement and protecting his body from further injuries. The blue Spartan stepped up and grabbed his wounded team-mate by the arm again and carrying him out of the destroyed Frigate slowly and carefully.
Michael looked up at him, "Just leave me, you need to get out of here"
Gabriel looked down at him slowly, "Like hell that is going to happen."