"We," Un said "The hunters i mean," He started, when a nearby door was making noise. "Hold," He said, and aimed his weapon. The door burst inward, one of the sides cascading inward and landing on two grunts and an elite, and clipping a hunter, knocking him to the ground. "Damn!" Out of the new opening two dozen drones came soaring in, along with nearly as many brutes. "Defensive Positions!" Makren yelled. The battle was long and hard fought. But after the smoke had cleared, Makren, Un, De, one elite and two hunters still lived. "Well fought my friends!" Un said, to the acknowledgement of the others.
"As I was saying," Un Continued "We have kept our powers hidden after we knew that the unstoppable juggernaut that was the covenant began to attack us." He powered down. "We, we are telepathic, and the highest of our breed can use their multiple minds to do their bidding. Yes, i said multiple minds, as in that we are made of many smaller organisms that are coordinated through telepathic bonds, not unlike the flood." The last word had a sting to it. "We were created by the forerunners, or so our mythology believes. But i do not think that the humans would have created us..."
Makren looks at the hunter with a new found respect.. "You must remember though... The Huhamen and these Humans are two different species... According to truth the Huhamen were incredibly advanced and superior in fighting ability.. these Humans, their children lack these traits.. but if you are the Huhamens unnatural children... that is an honor in itself.... We elites were tests by the prophets.. the kyhar as a being to fight the Huhamen... " Makren motions for them to move on through a large doorway that leads to a underground highway, that leads directly to the city heart where the now crashed Covenant Carrier lays.. wasted by over head human destroyers and Elite cruisers.. Makren looks at his elites and then at the hunters.. "The great journey is nigh... and when we get there.. truth will pay for his lies.."
The hunter's issued their war-cry-esque growl and followed Makren "But Makren, you cannot tell me that me being able to tell what everyone in this group is thinking, this does not unsettle you in the least?" Un questioned. "ME SMART!" De retorted, his language his only inhibition. "But you are right, the great journey is nigh, and only we, the chosen children, shall fight it!" Un said, patting Makren on the back gently, still causing him to fall forward a little. "FOR THE CHILDREN!" De yelled, and charged forth, picking up a dead brute and launching him with his mind toward a group of brutes, causing chaos and confusion "The seeds of the forsaken shall blossom into the flowers of the CHOSEN!"
Makren watches in disbelief as the hunters begin to unleash a hell unlike anything he has ever seen upon the brutes.... the brutes sending their wraiths into the frey fire their mortars killing a hunter and severely wounding another.. A shot seeming comes out of nowhere... A scorpion tank comes from a onramp followed by three spectre gunships.. A marine pops from the tank gunners position.. "Command sent us to help you! I guess they are doing something strange in the center of the city!! we have to be quick!" The hunters and elites and the last of the grunts board the spectres and begin to ride toward the center... only a few miles away..
(sure, you can be human, Elite, Hunter, or Grunt if ya want.)
The hunters rode along, their weight unnafecting the spectre suspiciously. "Why are we not bogged down by big guy in back!?" A grunt said, then looked at the hunter, its skin glowing orange, another hunter next to him said. "He's using telepathy to release our wieght from the vehicle."
Overhead, three of the Hunter's ships screamed, being chased by a few phantoms. The hunter's ships were in delta formation, and the wing ships broke off as the phantoms attacked the middle one, causing it's engine to rupture and explode. Plasma rained down upon the battlefield, when the two hunter crafts reigned in behind the phantoms. Once again, their green light bathed the craft, vaporizing it. The hunter ships lowered overtop the spectre/scorpion group and gave them covering fire. ~Thank you Brothers~ Un said, and was responded ~Toss' Un? Is that you?!~
She approached the door and it hissed open. The spartan ran out of the room and down a hallway. Soon she came to a door with bright bold red letters stenceled on the floor in front of it. 'Armory'. She stepped inside and walked to a stand in the wall stocked with MA5B assualt rifles. She grabbed one and clipped it to her side, then went to a table and picked up a pistol. She loaded it and left the room. She could escape now, or... she could go back for the other spartan. After only seconds of thinking she decided to go back. She limped down the hallway and stepped into the room to find the elite pointing a gun at the spartan. She raised the pistol and fired at the back of the elites head.