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0134, Falcon of Death , Brig Facility A, (Military Calendar) July 6th, 2553

Bridge Master 'Unselee, or should we now say, Prisoner 'Unselee was in the brig of the Falcon of Death . His eyesight was blurred; he could barely see two feet in front of him. His eyesight then straightened out. He saw the grunt that was on the bridge earlier. He didn't seem to notice 'Unselee in the brig room. He tried to identify the noise that had aroused him in the first place. It wasn't too long until he heard another loud boom. He thought things over in his mind and finally denounced that it had to be a Human invasion of his ship. He didn't care anymore. Finally, he leaned back up against a wall and saw a view screen in the far corner of the brig. There was a simultaneous beeping and then an image popped up on the screen. 'Methu. 'That bitch has taken command of my ship,' was the only thing that went through 'Unselee's head. Then, slowly, a plan was devised in his head. He began to think of a way to get back at 'Methu and the Prophet.
"MC, we need fire support over here!" John, the Master Chief, opened up with an MA5B. He let loose a flurry of 7.62mm rounds at a squad of Jackals firing on the jungle of supply crates his squad was taking refuge in. Two Jackals lost their balance because of the power of the bullets. Two rounds ripped open the first one's head and one round pierced the jugular of the next. Two more Jackals came in through an access-way and began adding their fire into the fray. One Marine popped off a Jackal but the MC knew they were no match for the whole squad. As the Major Jackal leaned down to tend to his wounded buddy's aid, the MC primed and tossed a frag grenade into their little phalanx. Before anybody noticed what happened, it exploded and sent the Jackals' limbs and blood flying. "Yeah, right on Chief. That's the way it's gotta happen."
The Sergeant stood up and was immediately cut down by enemy gunfire; he vanished into the haze of blue and green bolts. "We need to get out of the docking bay. There's a maintenance pass up to your left. Cover the Marines while they make a run for it." Cortana always helped the Chief out and it really paid off. Without her (in the MC's eyes) he would never have made it off of the ring-world, Halo. So he did as he was told. "Corporal," yelled the MC. "Yes, Sir!" He replied while popping off a couple of rounds. He took down two Grunts with a single round. "You're the Sergeant of this squad now." "Thanks!" "Don't thank me; thank the Covies. Anyhow…" his speech was cut short by the sound of two Marines yelling out the warning of a plasma grenade coming in for their position. "Incoming!" The plasma grenade stuck to the Corporal's helmet. " HELP DAMN-IT! HELP ME! " Thinking quickly, the MC ripped off his helmet and threw it up onto the landing. Three Elites roared in defiance. The commander lost his head and blood gushed up through his neck veins. The crimson-Elites lost most of their extremeness due to the force of the heat wave and shock. A Grunt was blown down to the bottom floor. The Sergeant was traumatized about his near death experience. The MC had to carry him to the safety of the maintenance access-way and then slapped him. He looked at him. "We need to take this ship. Let's go all right. Let's finish the mission."
"Captain, MAC guns charged and firing solutions have been put in. Prepared to fire." Captain Ridgewood was preparing to take out all other ships except for the two cruisers that were being raided at the moment. They would be a nuisance to his ship and could get in the way. "Fire." Nine rails alone from 'The Shield Ship' and others from the destroyers, carriers and frigates in their fleet took out the competition in seconds. One round gutted a destroyer from bow to stern. Two Covie corvettes exploded on impact with the rails. The Covie carrier's shields shimmered several times and then finally failed. Two more rails from the Cobra finished it off. "How long until we can reload and be prepared for another shot," asked Ridgewood. His Armory Chief replied, "Two minutes at max. It won't be long. Why? They're all finished off." "Well, just in case." The Captain thought to himself. He was happy. He had just added nine kills to his ship's statistics. Fourteen kills all told.
His fears of another ship were confirmed when a 'sniper ship', like the one he had seen at Reach, appeared almost out of the blue. Then another. Ridgewood, at the time, was a Commander. He was second-in-command of a large destroyer. He watched their brutality, as they sniped USN ships from more than 1,000 meters away. He wanted to get his revenge for that stupid ship at Reach taking out his friend's ship, the Arizona .
Before he could give the order to fire, he saw the Cobra explode in a shimmer of light. "Alright, I've had about enough of this. Open fire when ready. I want AV Pods A-E readied to fire at the first one. Blow him open with two MAC rounds first. Get the Goliath on the line. Tell them to MAC the other one and then hit 'em where it hurts." "Gottcha." The 'sniper ship' got off another shot before it's ultimate death. It hit 'The Shield Ship'. Her shields, developed from captured Covie technology, drained down to the last drop. It would take a long time for it to fully recharge. During that time, she was venerable to enemy fire. "Fire." Rails streamed out of her MAC guns and then exploded on the enemy ships' hull. Then missiles hit and blew her insides out and gutted her. The same goes for the second ship. It was destroyed. On the bridge, the crew yelled out a cheer. Everyone was happy that the larger ships were destroyed. Even the troops on the ground were happy. Their battle seemed to be getting better by the minute. Now, all that remained of the original Covie's attack were the two cruisers that were being raided. 'The Shield Ship' had attained a total of fifteen kills throughout all of her battles.
"Linda, your job is done. Your squad should split up. You go to the Falcon of Death , the rest of your squad goes to the Plight of Doom . Here we go." Linda was taking aim on more targets. She hit a Grunt in the head and then another round blew an Elite away. The Pelican seemed to be speeding for the ship. She was ready to go and get into the fray. All she had done since she was 'resurrected', was fight from far away. Not much fun at all.
James was advancing on a motionless security squad, waiting in ambush for Sergeant Denison's squad. The fun was just about to begin. James threw a frag grenade into their rear guard. They all flew forward, except for those in the very front. They jumped forward out of the way of anymore attacks. But, when they turned to face James, they were mercilessly cut down by the Sergeant's squad fire. "Yeah, that's the way I like it. Let's move out Marines." Zach was proud of his troops. They had been through hell with him. He didn't like them going through it some more. But they did. " James, this is Linda. I'm comin' up to your position. Hold there for me, out. " But they couldn't hold position for long. A bond of Hunters came through the hallway. One screamed in his native tongue. He opened up with a fuel rod round and launched one of Zach's squad-mates into the air. He hit the ceiling and was killed on impact. James remembered the bastards and wanted his revenge for them taking his arm. He opened up with his assault rifle and then went on a malicious physical assault. Using his good arm and then his feet, he mercilessly kicked the first Hunter. It's armor dented inward. He felt good letting his anger vent. The Hunter fell down and was almost dead. Before his bond brother could get a round off, Sanchez and Zach teamed up on him. Zach tossed a frag grenade that blew up in its face. He fell to the ground.
Then, a squad of Grunt's heavily armed attacked the squad. They made pot shots at the squad. The demolition expert was hit in the head and died instantly. His blood spilled all over the floor. Sanchez expended his pistol clip on two Grunts and then threw a frag. The Grunt squad's limbs flew out the corridor and hit the adjacent wall. But the blitzkrieg didn't stop there. A bunch of Elites stormed there little home. They started to run. "Let's get out of here," exclaimed Huttchins. "Agreed," replied James. He turned around every so often to take a shot at the advancing aggressors. "In here," exclaimed James. He busted open the closest door that was unlocked. It led to the brig.
The gunfire was getting louder and more numerous. It was also getting closer. Now, it was in the room. The very room that 'Unselee. "Stand guard right here." James instructed for the machine gunner to hold position at the door. 'Unselee saw the man he had seen before. The very man who was in charge of killing a countless amount of his men of the ship they called the Pillar of Autumn . But he remembered that man with two arms, not one. But who cares. This person was a very powerful person. He could kill him instantly.
James was ready to kill any prisoners he found in the brig. But this one was odd. He spoke to him. " I think he's trying to say something. Let's see how well the interpretation software works. " Aeries, James' personal AI, turned on the CIS (Covenant Interpretation Software). The Elite said again, "I am 'Unselee, Bridge Master of this ship. I can help you out. I wish to join you." James gave him a thumbs up. "I'll get the holo panel." Now, all of his speech came out of his speakers. But it was also sent to the Marines through the COM. 'Unselee nodded. James ran over and then turned off the electric jail bars. 'Unselee stood up and then walked out. He reached out a claw to shake with James. "What the hell are you doing!" Zach didn't understand the whole situation. "It's okay, he's a friend. He's gonna lead us to the bridge." "Why not ask John?" "We can do this on our own." "Fine, but when he stab's you in the back, don't come crawlin' to me." "Fine, I wont." James ran outside to find out that the Elites were ready to storm the room. James let loose a flurry of bullets. Zach, Sanchez and Huttchins all opened up with pistol rounds. The ballistic weapons drowned the whine of plasma fire out. 'Unselee jumped into the fray. He knocked an enemy Elite in the face and stole his plasma beam blade. He turned it on and sliced through the Elite's body and cut off his arm. The blood poured onto the floor.
"This will do for now," stated 'Unselee. "Follow me. This is the way to the bridge."
***
"We seem to have an insurrection. The little bastard has been spared by the big ones Master." 'Methu had since taken command of the ship. He was going to kill 'Unselee in combat. He wanted to kill him badly. Ever since they were young in the schools, he was always his major opposition. He was the person to beat. But 'Unselee always won. This angered him. So now was his chance to strike back.
The Master Prophet of the ship was angered that 'Unselee had turned on him. He wanted to kill him also. It was the last stand. He undoubtedly would die in the ensuing fight. But he would take many with him.
"Let's go." Zach busted open the door to the bridge. They were awed by the amount of technology put into the bridge. But they weren't thrilled with the guards. Zach's squad opened up on all the positions. Like the Master Prophet, as he guessed, did die, but he took no one with him. Sanchez was hit with a needler round. It exploded before the 'Doc' could pull it out. He too got hurt. But then the Doc got hit with several rounds in the back. They exploded simultaneously. He flew foreword-knocking Sanchez down.
'Unselee pulled out his sword and jumped up onto the platform. "So, we meet again, 'Unselee? Are you ready this time?" 'Methu licked his teeth and prepared for the fight. "Of course. Only this sort of competition will settle our little dispute." 'Unselee taunted with his hand. He wanted to get it on. "Methu raised his blade to strike. In the split second that it was raised, 'Unselee slashed his gut. 'Methu staggered backwards. "Do you think that's it; did you think that was all it would take. You're wrong." 'Methu sliced from the side this time. His blade was met by 'Unselee's. They clashed for a period until finally 'Methu kicked 'Unselee in the calf. He fell to his knees and then raised his blade yet again. 'Unselee rolled and then sliced off 'Methu's leg. 'Methu fell to the ground in agonizing pain. He screamed endlessly, grabbing at the leg that was not there. He writhed in pain. Blue blood gushed out onto the floor. "This is the price you pay for your insurrection." Unselee picked up 'Methu and tossed him into the depression on the bridge floor. 'Unselee followed him down. The sword was aimed down. It pierced through his gut. 'Methu screamed his last words. Blood bushed out onto 'Unselee's face. The blade had 'Methu pinned to the floor. It had gone straight through the floor. 'Unselee turned and just left the blade there, inside 'Methu's body.
At that same time, John called in from the Plight of Doom . "We have secured the ship, preparing for further orders. Linda made it to the bridge finally. "What the hell. Who is he? What happened?" "Nothin' much," said James. "This is 'Unselee, he is the Bridge Master and will be piloting this ship back to Earth for study." "Fine." Zach was pleased to finally be going to Earth. No more detours. It was a beautiful day.

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