Halo Covenent

"They might, I've escaped from a cell before, but it wasn't as flawless as this one. But I think you are right, they can't have corpses rotting on their ship, although now I don't think they will care because the flood will get us sooner or later."

"Damnit..." She turned to the elite. "I don't supose you have any bright ideas?" She hated asking the enemy for help, but there was not much else of an option. "I can probably get Gautama to disable these energy sheilds, but getting out of this room is out of my hands."

"He might have a covenant favoring him still, by the looks of it he looks like a heretic. So buddy, you got any friends in this damn fleet?"

"Yes though he doesnt work in this section," Drekken said. He turned to Raevynn. "You are a valuable prisoner perhaps if I pretend to attack you they will try and pull me off then we can take care of them and free our friend over here," drekken added.

"Sounds like a plan," said Striker from the other cell, "Are you up to it Raevynn?"

"Im always up for anything." She answered in a cheery tone as she reached for her thigh and unsheathed a combat knife. It was a damn near miracle they didn't find it. Probably in too much of a rush to check her for all her weapons. The spartan made a few quick cuts across the side of her face and wiped her hand over it, smearing blood across the area. "Let's hope your plan works." She said before throwing herself into the side of the cell and yelling out at the top of her lungs. "My god he's killing me!!!"

Not wanting it to look unrealistic, Striker added to the yelling. "Come on Raevynn! Give him the ol' Spartan one-two!"

Drekken began throwing punches stopping short of the spartans helmet but making it look as realistic as possible. "Die Spartan you did this to me die die die!!" Drekken yelled. He could barely hear feet running down the halls but they cam closer

The spartan threw a number of punches at the elite, hitting him in the shin where it wouldn't hurt. She swung at his face and missed by a long shot before curling into the fetal position and screaming "Im dieing!" She coughed viciously as she heard the covenant enter the brig.

As the two elites on guard duty showed up, the fight was in its highest point. "What's going on here!" one of the guards yelled at Striker.
"There must have been a grudge between those two!" The guards put in the necessary codes and the shield opened.

The spartan lay in a crumpled heap, not moving a muscle. She wasn't even breathing. She heard the elites warble something she did not understand then heard them shove the heretic elite out of the way and make their way towards her. With an almost supernatural speed she lashed out, delivering a kick to the nearest elite and sweeping his feet right out from underneath him. Still on the ground she unsheathed the combat knife and drove it through the elites knee. By now the second gaurd had drawn his plasma pistol and had it pointing between the spartans eyes.

Drekken jumped at one of the guards. He knocked him to the ground and began pounding his face in but left him alive.

[]ill be gone for a few hours guys, sorry >_<!!! Dont worry though ill post again later tonight. ttyl []

"Alright you got them both! Now one of you shut them in and the other let me out!" said Striker a little depressed that he didn't get to beat up on some covenant.

Drekken dragged the guard to the console. "Now if you want to live then you will enter the console or ill snap your neck!" the elite quickly typed it in letting out the spartan. Drekken snapped his neck and tossed him in the cell. "Now lets go," he said.

116 stood and kicked the dead elite hard in the chest. She knelt down next to him and policed his plasma rifle. The spartan turned the weapon over, examining it with her head cocked to one side in concentration. "Check them for anything we can use." She said before standing back up and pointing the rifle at the unconcious elite "And don't forget to close the cell doors. The last thing we want is the flood to get to these corpses." She pulled the trigger and the super heated plasma burned through the elites face, splashing blood across the deck around his head.

Jackson went to 116 'Am I late?' 115 asked and he fired dozens of rockets blood and limbs went flying 'Whooooooooo!!!' Jackson yelled then he picked up a grandade and threw at group of grunts they exploded. 'Teee hee...' Jsackson laughed

(dude, what.....the.....hell!!!!)
Striker searched the other elite and found his prize, two plasma pistols He picked up the plasma rifle and tossed it to Drekken. "Thanks for your help, although I would never have imagined saying that to a covenant. Now, before we start the slaughter/escape game, we might need to get our own weapons back. Any idea where that would be?"

[]At god... lol you need to read other peoples posts or ask someone whats going on before you make a rambo post like that. You dont have a weapon. Remember you just escaped out of a jail cell. Be carefull what you do! take things a little slower ^_^ []

An alarm went off and lights flashed somewhere over head.

"Looks like were running out of time." Raevynn said in an unpatient voice. "You'll probably find this more usefull than I will." She said before throwing him the Plasma Rifle to 115. She then turned to their new covenant friend. "Well, you heard the man. Weapons?"

"Wait a second Raevynn, I think i got it." Striker had his helmet chip in a panel on the wall. He had known the universal covenant code from his last encounter with a high ranked elite. He pulled the chip out and put it back in his helmet. A map showed before his eyes. "Yep, that's it, follow me! And hurry!" Striker began running down the cell chambers, surprised that there were not any prisoners other than them.