Goals of A Elite by Shadow Spartan
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Goals of the elite: Part 1
Date: 13 February 2005, 1:25 AM
Xvivars vision came back he laid in the rubbel of the smashed phantom.
"So much for a 1st easy mission". Xivivar said to himself.
The 2cnd recorded grunt rebellion. And by the looks of things the 1st toughest one.
He Slowly got up.
Any moment now grunt rebel patrol will be pouring into the crash site.
"How did they get a cannon That small that powerfull?...there 3ft tall yappy unintelligent coawrdly creatures...and they blew down a covenant flagship froma crossed the system?".
"How is this possible".
"luckily me and a immobilization team was sent to take care of them...just before they destroyed the flagship...in one sloppy shot".
Yelps and squeals where coming from the jungle.
Bye the looks of things this planet had Deserts,jungles ,woodlands,Oceans.
And the Grunt rebels have populated nearly every mile of it.
"How can the grunts get there methane supply and all there numbers?".
He Shook off his throbbing headache.
And looked over at the almost destroyed weapon attachment.
He used his Above average strength to rip open the cover.
He picked up the never before used plasma rifle.
The Noises where coming closer.
He attached the plasmarifle to his belt and buried his claws into the tree.
And Hoisted himself up in the tree.
Slowly 2 small metal coated grunts lumbered into the crash site minutes later.
Followed by many over exposed well armed even smaller grunts.
"Where have i seen the metal coated ones before?".
He remembered viewing them in breifing.
There class was called hyrda.
Any Plasma touches them it coverts it into energy for the suit.
The suits are made by a special metal that is extremly hard to get.
A Handfull of grunts must die just to begin to make that suit.
Meaning they had to go deep in the mines and everything.
The others where basic escourts with Covenant grunt armour that was simply taken off dead enemy soilders".
"All Small ranks had them".
A Cord connected to the back of the one of the hyrda's where connected to the lower to the upper back.
Converting oxygen into methane.
"So thats how they are getting methane".
He took a deep breath and leaped down onto the first escourt killing him with his weight.
He grabbed the second ones face and twisted it with a satisfying crack.
The First hyrda turned around.
Xvivar paniced.
he jumped both feet nailing the short creature in the chest.
It didnt even budge.
He scrambled to his feet.
Backed away.
the first one took aim and fired.
A Sizzling orange beam flew towards him.
He side stepped.
The Grunt motioned the sizzling stream of death towards him without letting go of the trigger.
burning through thick trees and vines.
Starting small fires and knocking over tree's.
He Ducked and ran full force.
With Extreme ease jumped over the metal grunt.
And ripped the cord in its back.
A Scream filled its silver helmet.
It fell to the ground Holding its throat.
Soon his shaking body fell silent.
And the powerfull weapons brace on the wrist snapped off.
he turned around and unhooked his plasma rifle.
And unleashed boiling volts of plasma into the rest of the escourts.
The Other hyrda got frightened and started firing his Weapon.
Easy to dodge but powerfull.
For Minutes now he kept firing.
The battery on the side was glowing red.
Xvivar picked up a rock beside his foot and threw it at the side of the battery.
The Weapon burst into flames.
The front of the grunts armour was burning red.
it would soon reach his supply of methane.
Xvivar turned around and dashed into the woods.
A explosion muffled a small scream behind him.
"Maybe there is something that i can salvage at the wreckage".
the flagship behind the moon knew he was alive from the vital implants to let them know.
And his communication was fried.
As he digged his way through the wreckage he thought.
All the other grunts (that werent hyrda) Didnt have tubes on there back.
And they had no methane tanks.
Maybe the air they breathes in through there masks where converted into methane.
A Small Pack with two wrist bands where laying on the ground.
he slipped both of them on.
"Jackal Sheilds.." he Whispered.
He Clenched his wrists and the sheilds flickered to life.
He Clenched them againto turn them off.
This was good enough he thought.
he started off through the jungle.
Chirps from wildlife where all around him.
He came into a small clearance.
He Looked up at the Yellowish moon shining ever so brightly in the middle of the day.
he Looked up at a icy mountain top.
for once in his life happy that he can see a sight just as good as this.
A thin purple beam went clean through it.
Making a perfect round hole, Simmering hot inside as he could of guessed.
He looked up to see it go right through the moon.
"Why did they do that?" He wondered.
A Roaring sound came from the skies.
Xvivar looked up to see small vessels a couple times bigger than a ghost.
Glass dome pointed end and rounded back.
A Retractable gun was at the bottom.
It could move anywhere like on the phantoms.
most likley the rebels air forces.
Hostile blips started appearing behind him on his radar.
And above him.
He started to panic.
Enemies all around him and above him.
"What am i gonna do?" He Said to himself desperatley
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Ill post the second half later everyone.
I hope you liked it and if you have any questions just email me.
Goals Of a Elite: Part 2
Date: 18 February 2005, 8:33 PM
The Only Choice he had was to run.
He dropped everything that was slowing him down.
he threw down the jackal sheilds.
And Dropped the plasma rifle.
He Ripped off a chunk of metal from it first.
Bushes started rumbling.
He turned around and did the one thing he was best at.
Running like a coward.
Wind Flying through his face.
Plasma bolts wizzed bye his head.
The Earlier Evolution of Sangheili could run on all fours.
Now it would just strain back muscles.
A Shock Hit him in the back of the leg.
He Crashed to the ground.
He Couldnt feel his leg or even movie it.
Another shock hit him in the ribs.
Everything went dark.
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Lab Rat
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A Blast of white light hit xvivars face.
He couldnt feel his armour.
he Looked to his side to see his armour laying on the floor.
Suddenly the light flashed off.
His chest was in pain.
Soon what he was strapped down on was floating.
It unstrapped.
He felt cold metal underhimself.
His vision slowly came back.
Other sangheili where sitting or standing around.
He Looked down to his chest to find a scar.
He Looked up to find others with it.
He got up and looked out of the holding cell plasma wall.
Jackals and Grunts had the same thing on there chest.
"Where am i?" He said to the others.
Some just stared into the ground and some just looked at him in puzzlement.
He looked back on his engineering training.
How to open to containment cells.
He looked up into the corner with a little cube.
He reached up and smashed it.
3 blinking lights remained.
he pressed the red the orange and then the blue.
He did the bottom and the last top one.
The plasma wall deactivated.
He walked out proud of himself for doing atleast one thing right.
He did the outside procedure on the jackal cell.
He was about to press the last button.
A Fore arm wrapped around his neck.
He Tumbled back on another elite witch was obviouse.
Pressure filled his throat.
He Swung backwards and shook free.
"I just released him and he attacks me?".
The elite walks over to xvivar ready to fight him.
Lifted his back and feet into the air and smashed his feet into his stomache.
He Elite fell backwards.
Xvivar leaped to his feet and brought his foot down on the elites face.
Purple blood sprayed the floor.
he looked down at the cell with the 5-6 jackals.
He limped over to it and pressed the last button.
The first jackal jumped onto him.
Nearly knocking him down, He grabbed the jackals neck and twisted it side ways, A crack filled his ears.
one of the other jackals stood in the corner of the cell afraid that would happen to it.
one jackal ran at one of the smaller elites in the group of others.
Jaws of needle like teeth sunk into his throat.
One of the elites kicked him off the nearly dead corpse.
He Looked down at the corpse of the jackal he killed.
He pulled off a hunk of the armour.
Sharp enough to peirce flesh.
He looked up at the jackal ready to attack him.
Xvivar let out a battle cry and started after the jackal.
He caught the viciouse jackal bye the neck and side slashed the sharp peice of metal into the jackals eye.
Then across the neck.
He threw it on the ground.
the other and last jackal was ontop of one of the elites trying to kill him.
He ended up with the metal all the way into his back crushing the spinal cord.
He looked down at the elite he killed.
All that time he was trying to save us.
He walked out the door and down the hallway.
A Door with weird writing was on it.
He punched the button and the door slid open.
He walked in to see a armoury.
he grabbed A pair of blue armour and slipped it on.
the Sheild read fully charged.
He grabbed a handfull of plasma grenades and a plasma rifle.
And put them into the supply belt.
2 Large handles where laying on the rack.
He Picked them up and examined them.
"This is what i like about being in the covenant".
He hooked the 2 plasma swords onto his belt.
He picked up his plasma rifle.
He was about to walk out the door untill he saw a cord with a handle that goes to thick to thin.
he picked that up to and put it on his belt like everything else.
He walked out the door.
Walking down the gloomy metal hall.
Not a sound, Only his breath and foot steps.
A Huge bulkhead was in a big room.
vehicles made bye the grunts where parked.
Grunts with turrets.
A gigantic Bulkhead.
And small controls on a balcony.
He slid down and ran for the lift.
He felt a lurch in his stomache and he came up to the balcony.
He aimed and pulled the trigger a couple light jerks in the rifle and the grunt at the controls fell.
Xvivar ran over and hit the button.
Sercurity drones at front reported nothing.
The door opened and the line of grunts that whre guarding spread apart thinking it was a group of patrol.
He reached into his belt and unlatched 2 grenades.
he hit the symbol and they burst into Fizzing blue balls.
he tossed one to each side.
all but one died.
He grabbed his plasma rifle and ran and shot at the grunt.
It fell and laid in the puddle of its own blue blood.
To be Continued.
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