Post by Spartan 999 on May 29, 2012 15:23:46 GMT -6
The Spartan fired his sniper rifle rapidly, sending the rounds through the bodies of three Special Operators that were barely visible as they fought the rest of his team. The dual hisses of two energy swords activating came from behind him, warning him of an impending attack. He ducked, the prongs of a camouflaged sword cutting through the air above him. He pivoted on his feet, right hand grasping the stock of his rifle.
The butt of the sniper rifle slammed into the camouflaged Elite's chest, staggering it. The Spartan rolled away from the Elite, sniper rising into the air. The Elite dodged the one bullet that remained in the magazine, then slashed with his left sword. The Spartan's left arm from the elbow down fell to the ground, the stump already cauterized. The Elite whirled, kicking the Spartan in the chest with his right foot.
The Spartan soared through the air, landing in a heap a few meters away. He struggled to pull his M6 off his thigh and aim at what he realized was the biggest Elite he had ever seen as it strode towards him. He managed to pull the trigger twice before the Elite reached him, but the slugs bounced off its energy shields.
The Spartan gaped as the energy sword slid through his chest, one prong piercing his heart. His eyes rolled back into his skull and his limbs went limp as the life left him.
High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai surveyed what the humans called 'the ship-breaking yards'. The Demons and a few lances of marines had put up quite a fight, during which many Covenant forces died, including several members of the Seraphim. None of the High Inquisitor's had been killed, although Akuma had been seriously injured after letting his bloodlust get the best of him. He would make a full recovery in time, but he would play no further part in the destruction of 'Reach'.
“High Inquisitor Sorsa, we are ready to depart.” One of the Seraphim said, bowing his head in respect as he approached. Sorsa nodded, one claw absentmindedly tapping a rhythm on his waist. A sandstorm was setting in, the particles in the air making it hard to see anything more than fifteen meters away.
Sorsa had been tasked with overseeing the 'cleanup', as R'ha had put it; to make sure all the humans were dead, and retrieve any information they may have had. He had made sure of the former, but the humans didn't have very much pertinent information on them. A pity. At least the battle had been fun.
He turned around, then stalked into his awaiting Phantom. The dropship took off, the humming of its anti-gravity engines calming Sorsa.
Barely had a minute passed before the pilot spoke up. “High Inquisitor, a message just came through from a Banshee patrol going over the ship-breaking yards. They say another Demon appeared...”
“What?” Sorsa approached the cockpit. “Give me a connection.” The COM hissed, then stabilized. “This is High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai. State your name and rank.”
“Major Aduin Ang'tagree.” Came the gruff voice over the COM.
“Major, where did this Demon come from?” Sorsa inquired, mandibles clicking harshly.
“It just came into sight from the south, where a docked human ship evaded one of our Cruisers.”
“Call in a Phantom strike lance to deal with the Demon.” Sorsa cut the connection, then put a massive hand on the pilot's shoulder. “Take me back; I wish too observe this newcomer.”
Noble Six, or SPARTAN-B312, looked out over the ship-breaking yards, one hand clutching his DMR. The duststorm caused by Covenant ships glassing the planet obscured his long-range vision, but he still barely managed to see a pair of Banshees fly up above, while a Phantom circled around the area. A second dropship touched down some distance away, releasing its cargo of Covenant soldiers.
Six brought the DMR up to his shoulder, a sigh escaping his lips. He glanced down at the softcase on his left thigh. It contained several magazines, as well as the dogtags of Jorge, Kat, Carter, and Emile. His gaze went to the kukri he had strapped onto his shoulder, a reminder of Emile.
The Spartan braced himself for the upcoming fight, knowing he had to conserve as much ammo as possible. A Major Elite appeared out of the storm, followed by a Minor and a few Grunts. Six grinned viciously, his feet moving forward as he aimed through the scope.
The Lone Wolf was on the move.
Sorsa activated his camouflage, then the antigravity pack on his back. He started hovering, one hand clutching a hold bar in the Phantom to avoid being slammed into the back as it flew, due to differing momentums.
“Open the side.” Sorsa ordered the pilot, the hand not holding on checking his weapons. The side folded down before him, giving him a view of the battlefield. The Phantom came to a stop. Sorsa tipped forward, flying out of the Phantom. He went down, eventually landing on the roof of a small structure that looked like it had been hit by a Wraith mortar or a few Fuel Rod projectiles.
The Demon was barely visible as it completely slaughtered the first lance, the dying scream of a Sangheili echoing through the air. Two more Phantoms flew overhead, touching down on opposite sides, so as to catch the Demon in the middle.
Sorsa went into a crouch, eyes narrowing as he studied the Demon.
Sorsa watched the Demon fight as he approached slowly, camouflage shrouding his person.
The Demon staggered, the visor on his helmet cracked. He pulled it off, stepped forward, then grabbed its rifle off of the ground. It took down a charging Ultra with a prolonged burst, indigo blood spraying from the wounds. A Zealot charged from the side, energy sword swinging. The Demon elbowed him, breaking through the Zealot's shields and pushing him to the ground. It drew a pistol, then sent a bullet through the Zealot's skull.
More Sangheili converged on the Demon, blue bolts of plasma striking it and downing its shields. It staggered, then drew its pistol with its left hand. It fired at a Major and Minor, successfully taking them both down. An Ultra charged just as the rifle and pistol clacked empty, then body-slammed the Demon to the ground.
The Ultra pounced, energy knives activated, but the Demon kicked him away. A Zealot Field Master approached from behind, energy sword stabbing towards the Demon. It leaned to the side, narrowly dodging the sword, though it gashed his shoulder armor. It punched the Zealot in the face, knocking out several teeth and staggering him back. The energy sword flew out of his hand, deactivating upon hitting the ground.
The Ultra charged again, but missed with his left energy knife. The Demon elbowed him in the face, knocking off his helmet. The Ultra grunted in pain, blood streaming down his face.
Sorsa deactivated his camouflage as he planted his left foot firmly on the ground in front of the Demon's damaged helmet, then flicked his hands. His swords flared to life, basket hilts encasing each hand.
The Zealot stomped forward, mandibles wide in a snarl. An energy knife flared to life on his right hand, then plunged forward, the Ultra wrapping his fingers around the Demon's face in an attempt to obscure its vision. In a burst of movement, the Demon grabbed the Zealot's arm, then used his momentum to stab the Ultra in the neck. It drew a knife, then jammed it into the Zealot's eye, screaming in defiance.
The Demon rose to its feet, crimson and indigo blood all but coating its face and most of its armor. It held the shorter knife in its left hand, while in the right, it held a knife that curved forward oddly. It stared at Sorsa, trying to draw in ragged breaths to help steady its balance.
As one, Sorsa and the Demon pounced. The Demon ducked under Sorsa's twin swings, then collided with the Inquisitor with a loud slam. The two enemies fell to the ground, Demon atop Sangheili. It lifted its left knife, attempting to stab Sorsa. He deactivated his right energy sword, then brought his right around in a curve.
He felt bone break beneath his fist as it impacted the Demon's jaw, successfully knocking it to the side. The hilt of his sword folded back, allowing him to grab the Demon by the back of the armor and hurl him a few meters away.
Sorsa flipped to his feet, crimson visor glowing menacingly as the Demon struggled to push himself up. The human's resilience was surprising, that it managed to keep fighting despite its mortal wounds. It staggered forward, curved knife still clutched in its right hand. Sorsa decided in a split-second to give the Demon a quick death, as it was probably the mightiest warrior he had ever encountered, and it deserved to die quickly instead of being toyed with.
The Demon lunged forward with his knife as Sorsa approached, which he dodged by tilting his body to the left. His left arm, already drawn back, was stabbed forward. The Demon, too weary to dodge the attack, jerked as the twin prongs of an energy sword impaled him. Sorsa quickly stabbed with his right sword, his arms lifting slowly. The Demon's legs dangled in the air as blood poured from its mouth, hands twitching.
After several seconds, the Demon finally died. It slumped against Sorsa, limbs going limp. He deactivated his energy swords, stepping back as the Demon thudded to the ground. He kneeled over the Demon's body, hand reaching forward. He grabbed the Demon's metal tags, then snapped the chain with a tug.
He searched the Demon's body, head tilting to the side when he saw four other tags in its pouch. He put the small metal pieces in a container on his thigh, along with the curved knife. Fitting trophies for a worthy adversary.
Sorsa stood, then strode away from the fallen Demon. His antigravity pack activated, launching him into the sky.
The butt of the sniper rifle slammed into the camouflaged Elite's chest, staggering it. The Spartan rolled away from the Elite, sniper rising into the air. The Elite dodged the one bullet that remained in the magazine, then slashed with his left sword. The Spartan's left arm from the elbow down fell to the ground, the stump already cauterized. The Elite whirled, kicking the Spartan in the chest with his right foot.
The Spartan soared through the air, landing in a heap a few meters away. He struggled to pull his M6 off his thigh and aim at what he realized was the biggest Elite he had ever seen as it strode towards him. He managed to pull the trigger twice before the Elite reached him, but the slugs bounced off its energy shields.
The Spartan gaped as the energy sword slid through his chest, one prong piercing his heart. His eyes rolled back into his skull and his limbs went limp as the life left him.
***
High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai surveyed what the humans called 'the ship-breaking yards'. The Demons and a few lances of marines had put up quite a fight, during which many Covenant forces died, including several members of the Seraphim. None of the High Inquisitor's had been killed, although Akuma had been seriously injured after letting his bloodlust get the best of him. He would make a full recovery in time, but he would play no further part in the destruction of 'Reach'.
“High Inquisitor Sorsa, we are ready to depart.” One of the Seraphim said, bowing his head in respect as he approached. Sorsa nodded, one claw absentmindedly tapping a rhythm on his waist. A sandstorm was setting in, the particles in the air making it hard to see anything more than fifteen meters away.
Sorsa had been tasked with overseeing the 'cleanup', as R'ha had put it; to make sure all the humans were dead, and retrieve any information they may have had. He had made sure of the former, but the humans didn't have very much pertinent information on them. A pity. At least the battle had been fun.
He turned around, then stalked into his awaiting Phantom. The dropship took off, the humming of its anti-gravity engines calming Sorsa.
Barely had a minute passed before the pilot spoke up. “High Inquisitor, a message just came through from a Banshee patrol going over the ship-breaking yards. They say another Demon appeared...”
“What?” Sorsa approached the cockpit. “Give me a connection.” The COM hissed, then stabilized. “This is High Inquisitor Sorsa 'Xirsasai. State your name and rank.”
“Major Aduin Ang'tagree.” Came the gruff voice over the COM.
“Major, where did this Demon come from?” Sorsa inquired, mandibles clicking harshly.
“It just came into sight from the south, where a docked human ship evaded one of our Cruisers.”
“Call in a Phantom strike lance to deal with the Demon.” Sorsa cut the connection, then put a massive hand on the pilot's shoulder. “Take me back; I wish too observe this newcomer.”
***
Noble Six, or SPARTAN-B312, looked out over the ship-breaking yards, one hand clutching his DMR. The duststorm caused by Covenant ships glassing the planet obscured his long-range vision, but he still barely managed to see a pair of Banshees fly up above, while a Phantom circled around the area. A second dropship touched down some distance away, releasing its cargo of Covenant soldiers.
Six brought the DMR up to his shoulder, a sigh escaping his lips. He glanced down at the softcase on his left thigh. It contained several magazines, as well as the dogtags of Jorge, Kat, Carter, and Emile. His gaze went to the kukri he had strapped onto his shoulder, a reminder of Emile.
The Spartan braced himself for the upcoming fight, knowing he had to conserve as much ammo as possible. A Major Elite appeared out of the storm, followed by a Minor and a few Grunts. Six grinned viciously, his feet moving forward as he aimed through the scope.
The Lone Wolf was on the move.
***
Sorsa activated his camouflage, then the antigravity pack on his back. He started hovering, one hand clutching a hold bar in the Phantom to avoid being slammed into the back as it flew, due to differing momentums.
“Open the side.” Sorsa ordered the pilot, the hand not holding on checking his weapons. The side folded down before him, giving him a view of the battlefield. The Phantom came to a stop. Sorsa tipped forward, flying out of the Phantom. He went down, eventually landing on the roof of a small structure that looked like it had been hit by a Wraith mortar or a few Fuel Rod projectiles.
The Demon was barely visible as it completely slaughtered the first lance, the dying scream of a Sangheili echoing through the air. Two more Phantoms flew overhead, touching down on opposite sides, so as to catch the Demon in the middle.
Sorsa went into a crouch, eyes narrowing as he studied the Demon.
Many Hours Later
Sorsa watched the Demon fight as he approached slowly, camouflage shrouding his person.
The Demon staggered, the visor on his helmet cracked. He pulled it off, stepped forward, then grabbed its rifle off of the ground. It took down a charging Ultra with a prolonged burst, indigo blood spraying from the wounds. A Zealot charged from the side, energy sword swinging. The Demon elbowed him, breaking through the Zealot's shields and pushing him to the ground. It drew a pistol, then sent a bullet through the Zealot's skull.
More Sangheili converged on the Demon, blue bolts of plasma striking it and downing its shields. It staggered, then drew its pistol with its left hand. It fired at a Major and Minor, successfully taking them both down. An Ultra charged just as the rifle and pistol clacked empty, then body-slammed the Demon to the ground.
The Ultra pounced, energy knives activated, but the Demon kicked him away. A Zealot Field Master approached from behind, energy sword stabbing towards the Demon. It leaned to the side, narrowly dodging the sword, though it gashed his shoulder armor. It punched the Zealot in the face, knocking out several teeth and staggering him back. The energy sword flew out of his hand, deactivating upon hitting the ground.
The Ultra charged again, but missed with his left energy knife. The Demon elbowed him in the face, knocking off his helmet. The Ultra grunted in pain, blood streaming down his face.
Sorsa deactivated his camouflage as he planted his left foot firmly on the ground in front of the Demon's damaged helmet, then flicked his hands. His swords flared to life, basket hilts encasing each hand.
The Zealot stomped forward, mandibles wide in a snarl. An energy knife flared to life on his right hand, then plunged forward, the Ultra wrapping his fingers around the Demon's face in an attempt to obscure its vision. In a burst of movement, the Demon grabbed the Zealot's arm, then used his momentum to stab the Ultra in the neck. It drew a knife, then jammed it into the Zealot's eye, screaming in defiance.
The Demon rose to its feet, crimson and indigo blood all but coating its face and most of its armor. It held the shorter knife in its left hand, while in the right, it held a knife that curved forward oddly. It stared at Sorsa, trying to draw in ragged breaths to help steady its balance.
As one, Sorsa and the Demon pounced. The Demon ducked under Sorsa's twin swings, then collided with the Inquisitor with a loud slam. The two enemies fell to the ground, Demon atop Sangheili. It lifted its left knife, attempting to stab Sorsa. He deactivated his right energy sword, then brought his right around in a curve.
He felt bone break beneath his fist as it impacted the Demon's jaw, successfully knocking it to the side. The hilt of his sword folded back, allowing him to grab the Demon by the back of the armor and hurl him a few meters away.
Sorsa flipped to his feet, crimson visor glowing menacingly as the Demon struggled to push himself up. The human's resilience was surprising, that it managed to keep fighting despite its mortal wounds. It staggered forward, curved knife still clutched in its right hand. Sorsa decided in a split-second to give the Demon a quick death, as it was probably the mightiest warrior he had ever encountered, and it deserved to die quickly instead of being toyed with.
The Demon lunged forward with his knife as Sorsa approached, which he dodged by tilting his body to the left. His left arm, already drawn back, was stabbed forward. The Demon, too weary to dodge the attack, jerked as the twin prongs of an energy sword impaled him. Sorsa quickly stabbed with his right sword, his arms lifting slowly. The Demon's legs dangled in the air as blood poured from its mouth, hands twitching.
After several seconds, the Demon finally died. It slumped against Sorsa, limbs going limp. He deactivated his energy swords, stepping back as the Demon thudded to the ground. He kneeled over the Demon's body, hand reaching forward. He grabbed the Demon's metal tags, then snapped the chain with a tug.
He searched the Demon's body, head tilting to the side when he saw four other tags in its pouch. He put the small metal pieces in a container on his thigh, along with the curved knife. Fitting trophies for a worthy adversary.
Sorsa stood, then strode away from the fallen Demon. His antigravity pack activated, launching him into the sky.
