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BOAH4 series
Posted By: Collins Okonkwo
Date: 28 February 2007, 11:56 am
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Within the Truth and Reconciliation
"Supreme commander," a covenant elite mentioned,
standing near the access doors. Orreius stood before a holo panel, observed the giant view screen some paces away. Covenant cruisers dispersed, the giant ring shimmering in the blackness of space. The 'S'commander kept silent a while before he said, "You may speak"
"The humans have managed to board one of our cruisers. The truth and reconciliation."
"The ship that holds the human captain?" the 'S'commander asked.
"Yes, Supreme commander."
"Hmm" he turned around. "How daring...so they are bold enough to attempt a rescue. And the demon, is he with this troop?"
"Yes, Supreme commander. And our crew of the truth and reconciliation confirm that two Lekgolos are already eliminated by his hand."
'S'commander Orreius scoffed. He now spoke with that tone equivalent with him loosing his temper. He stretched a hand toward the screen. "Look, what do I have out there? The entire daunting fleet of particular justice. Tell me beloved Iron heart; do I have to send every single vessel down upon the sacred ring?"
"No, Supreme commander"
"No? Then tell me why such information as this should be brought to me." He turned about again, shook his head while he strode toward the screen. "This is an unacceptable level of incompetence. I want you to leave now, and tell commander Kaziska that if he does not handle situations rightly, I personally will stuff a plasma grenade down his throat if ever I am compelled to leave my station."
"Yes, supreme commander." The elite whirled to make away. "Wait!" the 'S'commander ordered. "The ship is to make for orbit immediately...with the demon still onboard. At least that will not be too hard a thing for Kaziska to perform."
"As you command, Supreme commander." The doors shifted close at his departing footsteps.
Master chief tumbled into the corridor, plasma rifle still searing in his grip. "Are you sure you are okay chief?" repeated Cortana's piping tone within his head. "I'm alright," said the chief as calmly as he always would, but the strain in his voice could not be denied this time around. He dragged himself to sit, leaned against the bulkhead. Inside of the Mark five suit felt like it was on fire.
That plasma grenade almost tore him to pieces, though it did just that to the two covenant elite guards. "Just need a while to recharge," he said.
"Um, in my opinion chief that's one 'while' we don't happen to have. More guards are headed this way."
The chief blew a weak grunt, lifted to his feet. "How far are we from the detention chambers?"
"About two floors away. Sergeant Brad and the others are currently one floor below our position. Coming through the north rout we can converge with them at the cross section just behind the last door on the opposite side of this corridor. We could do with any form of re-enforcements right now."
Master chief turned briskly at the shifting sound of the floor access door behind him, pointed his plasma rifle in the same motion. That weapon had come in handy so far, after he lost his battle-rifle in a frightful battle against the vicious covenant hunters.
A pull of the trigger confirmed exhausted batteries. Two furious elites emerged. Master chief was quick to throw himself behind a com-device just to the right. Lying almost at every corner, he wondered of what use those strange structures served in this covenant ship; for him it had been serving for good cover so far. One positive thing for now was that his shields were coming up and the inside of the suit was beginning to cool.
But did they notice his useless weapon? If they did, things just got really ugly. He couldn't sprint the full length of this passage to the next door without getting fried. To the right was the un-girded space: a long fall back to where this climb had begun. A fall also high enough to crush the very human bones that hid within that mark five suit.
To his left was the oddly purple stretch of bulkhead. "We have to act fast Chief," said Cortana. Spits of plasma fire flashed past his shoulders next. Then nothing...He wondered...hesitated, and then tried to catch a glimpse of what the aliens were about. More plasma shots almost met his visor as he quickly withdrew.
The door on the far end before him abruptly hissed open and more covenant emptied into the large square shaped area. "Oh my, chief, they're trying to corner us"
"We have you cornered demon!" bellowed one of them who just entered. The chief was an open target for them, but they had not fired. "Commander Kaziska will take you alive," The covenant continued, gesturing for two jackals to proceed toward the chief. "Only if you heed such instructions as will be given you now."
The Jackals shields were activated with a loud sizzle, to protect them in their overly tentative advance. The elite that spoke seemed to be of higher rank than the other two who flanked him, as well as the two who remained behind the chief. "You will gently stretch out your hands demon! But first I will need for you to lay down every weapon such as you currently posses!"
Master chief looking directly at the approaching jackals tapped against the covenant com-device with his fingers and asked, "How much do you think this thing weighs Cortana?"
"What...you mean the-Ah, you can heft it chief, if that's what you're thinking." The approach of the jackals got more gingerly with their getting closer. The chief suddenly threw the plasma rifle in the air and in that same instance when it forced their attention; he whirled, picked up the com-device.
It served for mobile cover as he ran back toward the other two. Their plasma rifle bolts fizzled and sputtered against the hard surface.
The doors opened once again to receive one of the elites in his backward flight. Spartan 117 had launched the structure at them, and the other dived aside to escape the missile. Master chief received minor blasts against his back from the other group, flung himself in motion to slide forward on both knees.
He now deftly caught two spinning plasma rifles in the air, which had belonged to his victim of the com-device attack. He released bolts of his new weapons to fry the face of the acrobatic covenant who was still at point of getting up.
Spartan 117 rolled sideways and into the door, in avoidance of the rain of assault that issued from behind. The barrage fizzled and ricocheted off the door as it slid shut. Facing the closed door, he lifted himself to balance on one knee, weapons clutched tightly and hanging near his visor.
"Wow Chief, now that was some applaudable choreography," Cortana said.
"Thanks."
A moan that sounded more of a rumble suddenly noised behind. Master chief tendered some no-look blasts in that direction for it to fade into a monstrous gurgle. It was the knocked out elite who tried to recover. And the chief just saw to it that there would be no future recoveries. Cortana chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Master chief asked.
"It's the way you defy the covenant."
"They call me demon, Cortana. I'm just trying to live up to that standing."
As though making himself part of it, Sergeant Brad edged himself against a wall. Four marines in like manner lined beside him. Of twelve marines deployed by the pelican upon the covenant docking-bay as additional reinforcements, that was what presently remained.
The journey to this point had been pure hell for the men.
Mostly for Latoya Hegins, who seemed a little impatient settling behind cover just next to Sergeant Brad. Latoya and his friend Roy had grown up together, had signed up to UNSC on the same day. It had been a joy ride for both men at first, being sent on major military operations in the districts of Africa.
They had never been in a real war and battling alien foes had sounded a superb adventure until now. Sergeant Johnson's words came back to him. 'All you that wonna get up close and personal with covenant, now you get your chance. But I bet you might not entirely enjoy the experience when things get in the thick.'
To be continued...
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