I have returned.
chp 1: yes! I won the bet.
Covenant heavy assault carrier 'the prophet's revenge'
Kharnus watched as his brutes threw themselves at the elites charging towards him, he hefted his spike rifle and took aim at the nearest elite, it's head exploded in a shower of gore. Kharnus laughed at the elites weakness, so easy to kill, truly they were feeble enemies... that was his last thought before the wall he was standing next to was blasted in, turning Kharnus, and half his pack into bloody stains on the inner wall of the corridor.
The fighting stopped, brutes and elites alike froze in order to look at the small ship protruding through the ships hull. All were silent as the doors on the craft opened and a single figure stepped out. The combatants gasped, "impossible," whispered a brute.
Spartan 117 held a spartan laser in each hand. One sound and several brutes fell dead, the remainder tried to run but their way was blocked by sentinels emerging from the ship, the brutes were cut down in seconds. Watching this and with a growing smile on his face the arbiter said to his comm elite, "send a message to lord hood, tell him, that the spartan is alive, that I have won the bet and that he now owes me five of his dollars."
chp 2: Bop Bop
separatist battle carrier 'wind of justice'
Life was hard being the first unggoy spec-ops captain in history, so many elites that disobeyed orders on the lines that you are a grunt. Reluctantly captain Bop Bop hauled himself out of his sleep chamber, put on his armour, and went to the ship's mess for a daily dollop of grunge. Today was different however, a voice blared over the intercom "all spec ops personnel!" the sangheili said, "report to the hangar for briefing!" Bop Bop raced to the hangar as fast as he could (which wasn't very fast), his team was there waiting for him, bar two...
Boyoi and Arkha, V'has had been at the other end of the ship when the call came over on the intercom, to save time Boyoi had jumped on Arkha's shoulders, they arrived at the hangar just as the other teams were departing.
Bop Bop was not a happy grunt, his team had exited the ship last due to bad timing, at least the mission type was a cheer up, it had simply said 'objective: kill as many brutes as possible' The pilots voice sounded "drop off point reached, wort wort wort"
Uctuire Taam was the first off, making no sound at all as his feet touched the forest floor, his two plasma rifles sweeping left and right in search of brutes to kill, "coast clear" he sounded to the team, as one they dropped from the phantom and disappeared into the forest.
chp 3: the storm
Subotai stood inspecting his troops, he had received scattered reports of spec ops troops attacking brute bases,he hoped they would try to take his.
Arkha put a shot through the head of the nearest brute then took cover behind a tree while he reloaded his carbine. Beside him Farra, Ghalist lobbed a plasma grenade, claiming the lives of two more, in the conflict no-one noticed Boyoi killing the shade operator behind the brutes, it was over in seconds. The team checked the corpses for weapons, Tokki picked up a brute shot and some grenades "these might come in handy," he said, tossing the grenades to Farra, who pocketed them quickly. With a signal from Bop Bop they moved on, leaving corpses in their path.
Spralique t'relk trudged through the forest towards his prey, the fleet master had seen fit to send him after a scarab and artillery emplacement overlooking a brute base. All was quiet has he approached the clearing, a few brutes pacing up and down and a jackal sniper in a floating bunker, nothing much "time to make my presence felt," he muttered as he hefted a fuel rod gun.
Subotai saw explosions coming from his largest overlook position, "fuel rod guns," his jackal lieutenant Bakbokk observed, Subotai simply watched as the explosions stopped. He was about to look away when the scarab began leaking plasma, Bakbokk squawked in horror as the scarab exploded in an inferno of blue flame, that would have been bad enough, but green phantoms descended from the clouds over the emplacement, minutes passed and the artillery turned their way.
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