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The Fall of a Covenant Armada
Posted By: Ronald Maszk<Halofan91@netscape.net>
Date: 16 June 2003, 4:39 PM
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The Fall of a Covenant Armada
Abandoned Covenant
" Gather everyone for a meeting, I must tell them what is happening. Some see it, but not all, in fact most don't. Most don't see anything, anything!, " yelled the prophet in an ordering way. Yes, the Prophet, the leader of Covenant. Perhaps the most dangerous of Covenant, also. The danger was their knowledge. Their knowledge could have stopped the humans long ago. The only thing that stopped them were those damn marines.
As everyone gathered in the main hull of the Covenant transport ship, like the Prophet had asked, no one saw the Brute. No one had ever seen one. They had heard of it, the Prophet preached about the Brute and its strength, its tactics, its armor. That was the reason for all of this, to show the Brute off. So the Prophet could laugh in everyones face, so he could say they were wrong and that he was right. "Greetings everyone, I have gathered you here to show you the toughest, meanest, maybe even the most merciless warrior ever thought out!" That outraged everyone in the hull. "The best warrior," cried an Elite," i'll show you best warrior." It jumped up to the podium, raised its fist and tried to punched. Then, a Hunter grabbed the fist twisted it, until it snapped, and pulled out its Fuel Rod Cannon. The Elite begged for mercy, " Oh please no, I'm sorry. I lost my temper, but I am dearly sorry, sir!" The Hunter turned and looked at the Prophet, as he nodded his head, so did the Hunter. The Fuel Rod Cannon started to charge, the Elite begged and begged. It was too late. The Fuel Rod Cannon charged faster and harder. The gun fired, and the Elite fell to the ground in a melted heap. " Clean this mess up. Now, are there any other rebels? Well, don't be shy?" " I am proud to announce that the Brute is here tonight. Come out here, Brute!" When the Brute came out, he made a series of warcries and grunts. Everyone shrieked as they saw the beast.
Ismanole knew how to act when he saw the Brute, suprised. The Prophet came up to him that day, and told him what was going to happen. Ismanole didn't hear Masterchief slowly sneak up. He thought he heard something. He turned in every direction. He couldn't find out what was making the noise, though. "Who's there," he said in a very deep voice. " Who is there, show yourself, show yourself NOW!" He heard another noise, so he turned around, and didn't see anything. When he did, he felt the barrel of a human pistol touch his brain stem, he heard a click, and then he heard a little explosion. Ismanole fell onto the floor, dead.
Masterchief stepped over the dead Elite, and reloaded his silenced human pistol. His main target wasn't some simple Elite. His main target was the Prophet. He pulled out his sniper, aimed very carefully, and fired twice. Both the Hunter guards fell dead. Everyone then panicked, running in his line of fire. He couldn't get a clean shot. He saw the Prophet leave the podium, but couldn't follow his trail. He heard Elites and Grunts screaming bizarre things like, " We are all going to die,". He finally saw the Prophet out of the corner of his eye. He followed him with the scope on his sniper. He took careful aim, took a deep breath, and fired.
Jesnobe heard the Prophet cry out in pain. He couldn't see him though, he couldn't see why. He saw everyone running . He didn't understand why, because of one little marksman. There were hundreds of them and only one of him. What Jesnobe didn't know was that that one marksman was a Spartan 2 issue. Jesnobe knew how to fight, he fought well, very well. So why didn't they stop and fight him, they could get the job done. They could kill 1 stupid marksman, he was sure they could. The Prophet totally left his mind. He had to kill this marksman, he would make sure that this marksman was wiped off the planet. The angry grunt walked off to meet his fate.
The Prophet felt a sharp pain shoot straight through him. He fell out of his hover craft, and onto the hard floor of the sub-hall. Everyone gathered around him, as he took weathered breaths. Purple goo oozed out of his mouth when he opened it. He could hardly breath, and when he did his lungs got smaller, and smaller. He asked a golden Elite to come down, near his mouth. He told him to command the Covenant armada. The Prophet knew these moments were his last, so he concentrated really hard. A blue gassy shield grew around him. He mumbled in an old Forerunner tongue. He then breathed out and never breathed in. Everyone knew he was dead. The Elite gathered them into a group and told them, " When the Prophet died, I think he transfered his power to command and lead onto me. I'm not sure why, though." The Elite walked out of the sub-hall and into the main transport area. He thought hard on what he should do, what their master, the Prophet, would do. He then figured it out, he would hunt down the killer of his master. He decided to give himself a name, Master Hacomba. He then walked into the weapon supply area, grabbed a plasma rifle, 4 plasma grenades, and a needler. After he was done putting on his armor, he marched on to kill the murderer.
Master Hacomba gathered everyone and ordered them to post 4 Grunts at every door. He lined all the warriors up in 4 straight, even lines and had the most merciless beast re-train them, the Brute. He also gave the Brute a name, Rhyno. He had all the warriors march down the halls and kill anything that moves, besides their own kind. He himself, also marched up and down the halls waiting for the murderer to come. He was also conceiling his special weapon, a very special weapon. It was a weapon that was powerful, and deadly. Almost all the Elites had one, except for maybe the rookies. the weapon was a plasma sword. He took 2, just in case this enemy was tougher then he thought. He heard stomping, or maybe it was running. He followed the noise thinking it was the enemy. He saw a shadow, a very large one. The runner was very fast, like an Elite. He followed him for awhile, and then the runner stopped. He turned the corner and saw a group of Elites running up and down the halls. He realized how paranoid he had become, beause of the death of his master. He had a right to be paranoid though. He turned around angrily and started marching up and down these halls again.
Masterchief was looking for a way to leave the ship, when he heard the sound of marching coming his way. He quickly hid, and peeked out to see if he could see anything. He saw 12 Elites with plasma swords marching in a row. He knew it would be terribly hard to escape with Elites on guard. Who knew what else they had stored around this ship.
He entered the Transport Bay, and say Elites, Grunts, and Hunters everywhere. He also saw Covenant Transport ships scattered everywhere. He got an idea of how he could jump on one and steal it to get out of here, without being too loud. He could run and jump on it, the easy way, but that has a high chance of everyone seeing him. He also could have stupidly ran out and tried to kill everything there. He knew he would die if he tried that. He then got an idea, ran out in the middle of the area, and jump on to an Elite. He broke the Elite's neck with the butt of his gun, and dragged him into the corner. He put the Elite's armor on himself, and walked out into one of the Transport ships. He had done it, and he had done it smoothly.
While he was on the ship, he glanced through the window and saw the control room. He then got an idea. If he could get into there and plant a couple booms, this whole ship would go down. He would already be out of here. He would then pilot the ship down to Earth, and let them study it. It was foolproof. He jumped out of it, and ran for the control room. He saw 2 Elites guarding it. He ran up to them, and made a deep sound. It must have been the password, because the Elites stepped out of the way. He walked in, and looked for a place to set the bombs. He found a spot in the corner. There was a vent, so he set the bombs in there.
He walked out of there and jumped in the ship. He had done it again, and again smoothly. He was out of here.
Hacomba was running when he heard the explosion. He didn't know what it. But, he still ran toward it. He ran and ran, and then heard 2 more explosions. He then saw that the control room was damaged and unrepairable. He knew that the ship was going down. "But atleast the murderer was going down with it. Me, I'm not, I'm not going down with this hunk of junk." He then took his rifle, lifted his head armor, and fired at his head. Master Hacomba had just killed himself.
Jesnobe walked down the hall, when all of a sudden a peice of glass broke and stuck into his neck. He cursed slowly and silently. He knew he was dying, and didn't fight it. He wondered if the murderer got out. He thought that it was impossible, so he took a frag grenade, and stuck it on himself. He closed his eyes, and then blue, purple blood painted the wall. He was also dead.
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