Halo Covenent

*Darrek's vision blurred and he blacked out. He was sure he was never gonna make it. In his dream, he saw his brother.* ...Drokk? *His brother nodded* Yes, Darrek, it is me..You cannot give up your life this easily..do not allow the Flood to destroy you..Fight against it, brother!

Raevynn punched him in the chest to shock him a little. "Dont you give up on me..." His pulse was weak on his wrist and there was not much else she could do.

*Darrek spoke to his brother* But how? It's taken over my body! *Drokk shook his head* The Demon just saved you..now, awaken, brother, and listen..follow her path..

*Darrek's eyes snapped open, and he breathed in heavily, coughing up what little blood was left from the Flood's invasion. The blood was just like that of the Floods. Dark greenish black. He sat up and gurgled in disgust*

nvm

"Someone else should have a look at him. Im not used to dealing with covenant." She said getting back to her feet and moving to a corner where she sat next to Jackson.

The flood infection was still wriggling on the ground and Striker weakly pulled out one of his pistols, and after about a minute or so of aiming, shot it. "Damn flood.....they never.....die."

*Darrek crouched there and breathed in heavily for a bit. He looked at Raevynn and nodded as a thanks. He attempted to stand, but crashed back down. It took him awhile before he succeeded, then he leaned against the ships wall and slid down onto one of the medbay bunks*

Raevynn yawned and her stomach growled. "Where are we headed anways?" She asked, more than anxious to land again and get something to eat. More importantly she wanted some rest, and a ship was always the worste place to get rest, atleast for her anyways.

"Yeah...what place.....could be....safe? I'm not....going to....High Charity." Striker said, hair drenched with sweat and armor stained with blood.

"Feeling any better?" She asked Striker. He looked like hell, but then again who was she to judge. The spartan knew she wasn't looking her best right now either. She would kill for a nice place to lay down.

"The dressing...is slowing....the bleeding.......but it still.........hurts like hell. How are.....your knees? You should sit.........down and get....off them." Striker panted.

"Oh don't worry about me. Im a fast healer." She said, sharply tilting her head to one side, cracking the stiff joints in her neck. Her knee's felt strange.
She stood on the tips of her boots then bent over and touched the deck of the ship, keeping her legs straight. There was a loud dual snap followed by a crack as she stood back up, biting her lip. "See, good as new." Her legs would be fine, she was probably just suffering from fatigue.

Jackson sat there with serious face "............." Jackson dieced to become a watch his arm was wounded by the few shots of the magnums from last battle and it wasn't covered . Jackson stood up took off his helm and drank a cantine of water to refresh himself his face was pretty dirty too "When are we moving on petty officer?" Jackson asked

"We're stuck in this ship untill the elites land somewhere. Untill then sit tight. Anything could happen. After all they're still covenant." She said looking at his arm. "Is that going to be alright?"

"Yes Im fine just a little magnum bullet no big" Jackson said and put his hlem on the soft grass "I wish I can see my brother again he died back at the reach that's where I saw you remember?" Jackson asked Rae and laughed a little then stopped. "Im going for a walk cover my spot for a little" Jackson said and walked around the hill and started to remember his brother

[]We're in a ship bro, No grass lol[]

She sat next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Yes, I remember your brother. It's a damn near miracle you two were both selected for SPARTAN III."

"Please don't touch it it's better for it to heal it self.." Jackson said "When I fought Master cheif by his side I felt honored well almost but I wander what happened to Master cheif now?" Jackson asked and checked his armor if the shield is still on. "I still wander why are aliens helping us if we're their enemies?" Jackson asked.

"He isn't like us. Im sure he is out there still. 117 is older and wiser than you and me." She handed him a bandana. "Atleast soak up the blood. Your a mess." Raevynn sighed. "I don't understand the covenant. They declared war on us by glassing an entire planet. They say it's a religious war, but I dont think we'll ever understand their intentions.

"They say that's the will of their gods....Oh well they know who they are and master cheif....hmph I guess we can catch up to him still " Jackson said and took the bandana and tied it to his wound "Reach.....I miss there...and after I got my new spartan armor I never felt the same..." Jackson said to himself he put back his helm it was all scratched but the in was still good "Cooling system on" Jackson said and his body started to cool

"I miss reach too." She said quitely, resting her head on her knees. She had never really gotten over the loss of her other squad mates. Jackson was all she had left of them. And now this older spartan as well. She almost sure he was from the Gen. II's, but nevertheless they were all the same. Fighting for a humanity that was so alien to them.