With a roar the Covenant dropship speed across the midnight black sky of Halo. Pax could not help but tremble with excitement. His dropship carrying three blue elites (including himself) and a shadow, was heading to a weapons depot. He would not screw over this assignment, his first assignment! Pax had lost count of the number of times he checked if his plasma rifle battery was at full power, the number of times he had checked to see if his three plasma grenades were properly attached to the bandoleer during the half an hour ride. "The drop zone is coming up!" The elite driver bellowed in his thunderous voice over the intercom startling them all awake, "in five, four, three, two, one! Ride ends here boys, everybody out!"
The doors opened in the drop ship opened and Pax leapt out with the rest of his squad. The squad patiently waited until the shadow fell free from the dropship, then they clamored aboard the shadow. Pax was seated in the side seat watching the snow fly from the path of the shadow. "Commander…" Pax began cautiously, "What exactly is our objective?" The commander glared at Pax for a moment before answering, "We are to guard the southern entrance of the complex." "But sir…" "That is all you need to know solider, now stow the gab, our objective is approaching." Pax looked at the objective, it was a small hill at the entrance to a large complex with red warding simples on its side. At the top of the hill another Shadow laid parked, as well as a shade. Three other blue elites were already at the objective; one of witch was manning the shade. The other two were posting energy shields around the area. Pax's shadow sped up over the hill and landed on the ground next to the other shadow, they all piled out. "Praise is to the gods!" The commander bellowed to the tropes in the area. "Praise is to the gods!" The tropes sang back. Gods indeed Pax thought privately to himself. All they were was just a scam. Pax dared not utter these thoughts aloud; the prophets would flay him alive if they heard him.
Pax settled down to get comfortable next to one of the shadows, and slowly drifted off to meditation. "Wake up inferior!" Pax's eyes popped open to see the glaring face of his commander. Aww shit he thought to himself looking at the sky, it was bright, a few hours must have past. "You dare meditate on duty! I will be sure to report you to the gold Patherans!" Pax slowly stood up "Sorry sir…" he humbly began, but the commander would have none of it. " I will be sure that you will suffer greatly for this!" Suddenly Pax did shut up; he heard a faint sloshing sound coming from in the complex. "Sir, what is in this complex?" Pax asked quickly. The commander stopped his ranting for a moment. "A expedition team went in earlier today chasing a few humans. Ten black spec ops elites, and twenty black spec ops grunts. Why?" The sloshing sound was now hearable easily. Pax and the commander's faces both turned to look at the tunnel leading into the weapons complex. Hundreds of small squid like bugs were scrambling out of the complex, and towering over them were the tall forms of zombie elites and dead humans. The elites and humans were all horribly mutated. It looked as if the squids had taken over their bodies. As the elite in the shade opened up plasma bolts ripped through the enemy forces. Pax felt horror bubbling up in his throat as he gazed upon an infected flood warrior barring down on him. Then remembering who he was he started to vent his plasma rifle on the thing. It stumbled back a few steps, and then collapsed to the ground. Another battle hungry elite unhooked a plasma grenade and stuck it to an infected marine with a roar. That was the first and last mistake the elite made. The grenade bearing infected marine jumped in to the air and slashed at the commander with its tentecled hand, and then the grenade went off. The blast killed the commander, the elite who threw the grenade, the shade gunner and his buddy. The blue flash also flipped the shade over. The other remaining elite other than Pax let out a vicious
Roar and charged into the mass of enemies. He let his plasma rifle go on full auto. The blue bolts of death tore apart the smaller forms of the enemy. The smaller forms also popped against his shield when they attacked him. Then his shield went down. The smaller infection forms latched onto him and quickly devoured him. Pax panicking as the last of the elites went down ran to the nearest shadow and hopped into the drivers seat. Looking back he saw the enemy swarming out, like a flood of death. The shadow started up and then raced away from the dreadful scene of death. Tears poured down Pax's face. He was a coward. He could not return to the covenant ever again.
Hope you some what enjoyed the story. If some people liked it I will post the next one.
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