CHAPTER THREE
The red dust of the war torn wasteland that used to be the northern landmass of Yermo
was being flung into the air by the spectres. Usez’s gold armor was glinting in the setting
suns. The phantoms had just dropped them off and were going back to Shadow of Intent.
The Flood presence was very minimal here do to the lack of population. “Second squad
report in!” shouted Usez. They had been driving threw the northern section for almost two
hours and have not seen any Flood except a few infection forms roaming around.
“All is well sir, just a few infection forms moving about, but I have
seen…comb…wait…see…never…” came Xyplon Zuar’s gargled voice. Usez feared the
worse.
"Say again squad two, you are breaking up!” shouted Usez. He did not want to loose
anyone on his first mission to retake Yermo.
“I said we have only seen infection forms but we thought we saw some others roaming
around, but our eyes were playing tricks,” came Xyplon’s voice. Their first assignment
was to help Spec Ops 1 hold the War Collage in Iruiru. Once they captured that, they
would push to the capital and wait for further instructions. About 10 minutes later they
started to see more signs of the Flood. The air was getting thicker with spores and dust
and Usez did not like it. They were about five minutes away from Iruiru when they heard a
loud bang from up in the sky.
“Human support has arrived sir!” shouted an elite, “bringing it up on the video camera.”
The screen flickered bright blue and then a crystal clear picture of a slipspace hole being
opened up and a small fleet of human ships came through.
“Open a channel,” growled Shipmaster Rtas. “Welcome to Sangheilios Fleet Admiral
Hood, these are not the best circumstances to be meeting under but it is happening none
the less.”
"Hello Shipmaster, longtime no see, and yes it is a very bad time to be meeting, now give
me a rundown on what has happened here,” said Hood. As Rtas told him, he got more
and more stern. “Very well, we shall deploy shortsword bombers to areas that you
designate.” For the next ten minutes they discussed where to send the human bombers.
“Very well shipmaster, our bombers will be dispersed soon enough.”
“So far, the Flood have not gathered weapons and but they are well coordinated, like a
single mind is controlling them…” he couldn’t finish because an elite interrupted them.
“Sir! The Flood is attacking Seraph Field Alpha! If they take control they will be able to
move around very quickly and that will surly end this war!” shouted the elite.
“All civilians are to report to a evacuation station and await pick up. All ships are to
deploy their phantoms and any ships that are docked on the ground are to pick up any
civilians and to take off. Only authorized personnel are allowed on the planet! Launch our
seraph fighters to combat this new threat!” shouted Rtas. If the Flood take control of the
seraphs they will spread faster than they can be contained.
“We shall deploy longsword fighters to help combat any seraphs that should take off!”
shouted Hood. Huge swarms of longswords and seraphs flew down to the planet; it was
the most amazing and yet scary thing ever seen.
As everyone looked up three human longswords blasted past after a seraph. “Usze, the
Humans have arrived, those longswords are chasing down Flood controlled seraphs, and
our seraphs have been tagged with a green light for you to help find them. I would
recommend that you get anti-air fuel rod cannons at the armory, and you can see the War
Collage from up there,” came a voice over the intercom.
“Roger that, changing course. Team two, change course and meet up with team one, we
are moving to a weapons bunker to get anti-air equipment. The Flood have taken control
of seraphs and it will be the only defense we will have against them…”
“FIRE, FIRE, FIRE, Usze, we are under attack by the Flood seraphs, we will be there in
one minute, be ready for us!” shouted Xyphlon. Usze told them to set up and be ready for
them. The bunker had five fuel rod cannons and then they set up and got ready. One
minute later two seraphs came trailing behind the other team.
“Ready, ready, FIRE!” five plasma balls lanced up at the first fighter and hit. After a
second volley it started to spiral out of control. The second one turned toward the bunker
and fired. As they took cover the longsword squad circled back and took out the other
one. Blue flames started to trail then it exploded in mid-air.
“Sir, take this and look up in the sky,” said an elite. He handed him a beam rifle and he
scoped it. In the sky, hundreds of seraphs and longswords engaged each other, both
fighting for a foothold on the planet.
