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Its Just One of Those Days (Prologue: 05)
Posted By: Elfster<briane@teleport.com>
Date: 2 September 2003, 4:47 AM
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Authors Note: This chapter was a little short, I know, as was the last one, so those of you who were waiting for this chapter might be a little dissapointed but it was this or wait longer, and its been so long since I submitted a chapter I couldn't resist. The next chapter I'll make sure to be longer.
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Hawhn nodded at Somnaw and Viczem and silently motioned across the bridge.
The ghost almost-silently floated, graceful yet slow, across the bridge (input spooky music here)... past the corpses of fallen allies, some, strangely skeletal, charred to the bone by plasma fire.
But... How? The humans had travelled past here in the strange green wheeled vehicles, which were self-armed with normal human projectile weaponry, and the few that were left to the passenger seats already had human weaponry and no time to get anything different.
After all, they had been dropped in the middle of the enemy, thought Gizim.
Something was wrong here, and it was made more apparent by the grotesque bone faces of the fallen.
When they got closer, they saw a Jackal with a blue shield squak and point to them, getting the attention of two Elites. One had standard blue armor, and was to busy weeping, leaning against the side of a Shade, to notice, while the red armored Elite nodded and barked out something to the right, and two grunts came running into sight and squeeked, while jumping up and down and giving eachother high fives.
The ghost got to the other side and came to a halt. The grunts jumped off, and Gizim half-conciously stumbled along behind Viczem, not being able to take his eyes off the crying Elite.
He had never seen an Elite cry before. He didn't even think it was possible.Things must have been BAD.
Sounta, who was walking beside him, saw him staring at the Elite and promptly smacked him across the face.
He had been so awe-struck staring at the Elite that the slap shocked him so much he squeeked and tried to run but tripped.
Viczem and Sounta looked and snickered, while Hawhn, in the back, walked by casually saying "Nice face plant."
Gizim got up in time to stumble over to Somnaw and overhear his conversation with the Red Elite.
"Squad leader of Grunt Unit 502 reporting, sir. What happened here?"
The Elite had a grim look on his face, and solemnly said...
"They... Have Awoken....."
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He began to move his stiff legs into a crouching position and let himself lean backwards, almost hanging off the back of the warthog, hanging on by the handle of the LAAG. The soft humm of the Scorpion grinding across the snow beside them was comforting, but his feet were sore from standing in the gunner position all day.
Back at the command shuttle Johnson had asked to go with Fire Team Zulu on this mission because The Master Chief was coming, and he owed him one.
Back on the Covenant Cruiser, two cloaked Elites with plasma swords ambushed their group while they were holding position at the Command Center, and he narrowly escaped because Master Chief got back in the middle of the fight, and there were only two marines left. The second marine had died but Johnson had dove off the command center platform and into a trench on the side of it when the Master Cheif, three freed marine sarges, and Captain Keyes came in.
He remembered that battle well...
The two elites, side by side, charged him and he did the same, and when they slashed he jumped forward, and being a Spartan, he easily jumped over their heads, and kicked one in the head while he was in the air, causing the elite to accidently hit his partner with the plasma sword, killing him. The Master Chief landed behind the Elite and did a flying-kick next to the floating plasma sword, hitting the Elite square in the chest. Being that it was unshielded, a kick from a Spartan to the head and chest easily killed it.
It was short but sweet.
And besides, he had saved the Cheif's ass once already on the Pillar of Autumn, so they should have been even, but they had become friends, and he didn't like it when the Cheif got to go on ahead but he had to wait for evac.
Unfortunetly, "evac" was shot down. But they could easily hold their own against any Covenant survivors in the area. There were nine marines altogether. One marine driving the Scorpion, one marine gunning, and four marines on the track pods, along with the full warthog Johnson was in.
Well.... almost any Covenant.
The Pelican had been shot down by two banshees and three Shade turrets that had been postitioned on the ridge above the entrance to the underground tunnel half-way through the canyon.
But he tried not to think about that right now.
Yes, they were on their way to that position, it was either clear the drop zone for evac or die stranded here, but they wouldn't get there for a while, at least not while they had to make sure they didn't leave the Scorpian in the dust since the Warthog was ahead of the Scorpian by a bit. So in the mean time, all he wanted to do was rest his feet for the battle ahead.
He crouched down and let go of the gunner handle, crossed his legs and rested his back against the LAAG. It was a tight fit, but he was a marine, he didn't join to bitch about being uncomfortable.
He closed his eyes and began to relax and think about other things, even slipping in and out of conciousness, by the time he he awoke he had almost forgotten where he was:
"Sir, I think you should take a look at this."
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