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On A Pale Horse: The Gates of Hell
Posted By: Silent Hunter<silenthunter18509@yahoo.com>
Date: 23 November 2003, 4:22 PM
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Note from the author: I wont expect many of you to remember the first parts of my series...*sigh* but being grounded constantly, school, and the worst case of writers block I've ever had...you get the idea...
-The Gates of Hell-
0007 Hours, December 23 (Military Calendar) /
On the surface of the Covenant World
Everything seemed to stop. John could see the bullets slowly coming out of the barrel of his Battle Rifle. He could see the plasma slowly being discharged from the covenant weapons. A second seemed like a lifetime. John's shields activated as a bolt of blue plasma drew nearer. The plasma washed over his shield, and dripped toward the ground like an extremely viscous liquid. He pulled a pin on a grenade, and threw it. "Into the structure, NOW!!!" John barked over the intercom. He backpedaled slowly into the metal pyramid, while reloading his Battle Rifle. Several Spartans helped their fallen allies into the building, taking plasma in the back. John got on one knee, and crouch-walked to the exit. He fired into the masses of Covenant coming up the steps. He saw more Spartans fall. John noticed a door behind some sort of altar. "Everyone, into that room!" John said, pointing at the door.
0010 Hours, December 23 (Military Calendar) /
On the surface of the Covenant World
The doors were locked, and two Spartans were firing a Heavy Machine gun out holes in the metal door. The Spartans with the breached suits were on oxygen. After several minutes, the machine gunners shouted "There coming through!!!" and they ran from the door. Seconds later, it burst open, and bullets tore through the covenant coming through. The covenant answered with large plasma discharges. Dead Covenant lie in the doorway. For every Spartan hit, 25 of the covenant numbers went down. A hole was blown open in the back wall. John picked up a heavy machine gun, and unloaded in the masses of covenant coming through the door.
0015 Hours, December 23 (Military Calendar) /
On the surface of the Covenant World
"they should be dead by now..."
"My lord, they will die...have patience"
"PATIENCE?! We have been fighting much too long...this war should have been over ages ago...yet they have set foot in the Holy Temple of Ishma...the gods will not be pleased..."
"My lord, they are desperate, and this is just a last ditch effort to save themselves...we have dominated them on their planets, this will be no different..."
"you underestimate their power...you forget that the ring of the gods has been destroyed by but just a handful of them...you know as well as I do that we can still lose this war...you remember the planet they call Reach, don't you?"
"...the humans came in vast numbers to defend that planet...most of them fought with nothing more than a club, or a pipe...some of them had no weapons at all..."
"remember, a cornered animal will do anything to survive...do not under estimate them...for it will be a grave misjudgment...you are my best warrior...I want you to kill them..."
0015 Hours, December 23 (Military Calendar) /
On the surface of the Covenant World
"This is Master Chief, Spartan Number 117, I need immediate assistance ,does anyone copy, over?" John yelled over the radio
"Chief, this is Captian Reeves, where is your current location?"
"we are at grid number Delta 9-0-9-1"
"roger that, we're inbound, ETA 5 minutes."
"Hurry!" John picked up a rocket launcher, and sent two rockets at the wall. When the smoke cleared, a very large halo was in the wall, and it led to the outside. "Everybody, out, NOW!" John ordered. He tossed a grenade over the heads of the covenant, still pouring through the door. It detonated, and sent several bodies flying. John picked up a machine gun, and unloaded on the covenant. Once every Spartan was out of the hole, John turned, and bolted towards the hole, firing the machine gun over his shoulder. He dove out of the hole, and slid down the 2 stories of dark metal.
When he reached the bottom, he shouted, everyone, away from the pyramid, quick! John picked up an injured Spartan, put him over his shoulder, and ran away from the building, and into a street. "Captian Reeves, come in"
"Yes?"
"There is a pyramid structure in the middle of a field, I need you take that, and all the covenant surrounding it, out"
"Roger that, ETA 30 seconds" Exactly 30 seconds later, John heard a longsword pass overhead, and then the pyramid erupted into flames, and the covenant waiting outside was blasted away. The force of the blast knocked all the Spartans to the ground. "Verify delivery of ordinance on target..."
"Bullseye! Target is neutralized" John said. His heart was pounding. "Cortana, now where the hell do we go?"
"I have detected a covenant vehicle leaving the area once the fighting started. I think maybe that is a transport for a prophet. We're gonna need some kind of vehicle to catch up with it." John looked over at several covenant vehicles parked on the side of the road.
"Looks like we found our ride" John said with a grin.
TO BE CONTINUED
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