Halo: Darkness Ascendant

Well ok it was i guess ill make it be a red colored elite.Those are veterans i think...And white/gray is spec ops and gold is like admiral i think[]

Huon brioke off a shelf and then layed it against his barricades.Also he got some tape he found and taped most of the larger peices.He had seen enemy troops walk by but he did not engage.Then it was all silent.He took a look around an saw no enemies.He got up and then ran over to another building.Then he quickly checked once more.Soon after he made another daring dash across the street.He wasnt too far from the main builkding.He ran from 2 more buildings.Then he saw it.There was plenty of gunfire and he ran through a destroyed house tripping on destroyed peices every now and then.Then he went in through a back entrance.He walked up a case of stairs and saw some marines battling.He ran up and started shooting his rifle.

Razak pointed to his left and shouted, while still firing his weapon. "Friendly! Covering fire! Sanchez, get him!" A brave group of Jackals had decided to attack the the human building from the flank. His squad was now defending it. While they started barraging the Jackals, Sanchez ran out and grabbed Huon by the shoulder. "Come on!" He started running back with him, he'd just got back when a plasma bolt hit im in the leg. He dropped, "Damnit!" Razak moved and pulled him back to the door, "Your choice marine." Razak said before he started firing again with his Battle Rifle, taking out one of the Jackals. "Fall back! Into the-" He had started to call for a retreat back into the building, these Jackals were going to own them. But then three shots from a grunts Fuel Rod gun impacted along the Jackals lines, killing most of them. The marines shot the remained wounded. "Ok...back inside." He grabbed Sanchez and hauled him up before turning to Huon. "Your a lucky marine solder. Good job."

Huon nodded and then started firing.He saw 2 try to get others into a phalanx.He threw a grenade and it went in front of the shield and bounced off.Luckily it forced them on thier backs.Then he fired a few shots into thier bodies and took them out.Then he went behind a barricade and reloaded.He kept shooting into the remaining jackals and shot one in the leg.Then another one went down by getting shot in the torso.

After that he ducked and waited.

"Fall back, inside the building, the jackals are done, we can hold them off through the windows." Razak pushed each marine inside before slamming the door. "Up stairs, one floor, go." He lead the marines up the stairs, and soon all of them started firing out of the windows. "Make every shot count!"

Ten burst into the room, "Razak! Your squads already up and running I see. Excellent work." He dropped to one knee by a window beside one of the marines, battle rifle in his hands. He started picking off grunts and jackals.

Just then their sniper burst into the room as well. "Sir! We've got the captain on the communications!"

"Keep them busy Sargeant. You know what to do." He followed the sniper back to the other building, where the communications equipment was. He heard the fire fight going on in the background. Coming into the room he picked up the comm. "Captain!"

"We're a little busy here Major! Preparing for a lunar roll, we are going to lost contact any time when we go behind the moon. I'll try to send help any way I can think of. Just ke-" The com went static.

Ten put the eqipment back in place. "Help should be on the way soon." He opened the comm to a all friendly frequency. "OK people, defend these two buidings, give it all you've got. Snipers, on the roof with our alien friends. Out." He started back to find a good area.

((Well I guess you people need an opening to start killing.))

Three black Spec-Ops elites moved in towards the human controlled building. One moved for the taller one, climbing up the side onto a balcony to take out the humans that were killing so efficiently from behind. One went for the second, shorter building, to plant charges and cause a collapse that would also destroy their vehicles. The third climbed the fist building, to kill the heretics. All of them had their active camouflage online, they would not be seen.

One of the marines went to get on the balcony to provide a more effective vantage point. As soon as he opened the door, the elite faded into view. He jumped back and slammed the door. “HOLD THAT DOOR!” Razak shouted, dropping his weapon and slamming himself into the door, which started to open. Several more marines started to push against the door. But the single elite was stronger than all of them combined. Every so slowly, the door started to open.

The second elite activated a plasma sword, and cut a hole in the wall, slipping through, he set the wall back in place, and re-activated his active camo. Moving in the shadows he crept around, setting plasma charges. When they were all set and linked, there would be a very big explosion. Each charge was about six inches wide.

The third elite activated his sword, and leaped over the edge. The friendly grunt had just enough time to scramble out of the way, and throw his weapon away, just as the plasma sword sliced it in half. The gun exploded in a ball of green, the plasma sword flew out of the spec ops elite’s hand. The two friendly elites, one in red and one in blue, charged him. The spec ops to a combat stance, and while the grunts backed away, the three elites started exchanging kicks and punches.

IRON FIST

“Captain, you know that this ship, and a lot of the stuff on it, is new and experimental. However, you were not informed of the special cargo that boarded with Ten and the NANO-Tech Spartans. It was a Spartan three, newest breed. I think she should be sent down to help the others. Originally you were not to know of her existence, but recent events have lead me to tell you.” Flores stated.

The captain looked at the AI. “Get her ready. I’ll send down a squad of marines.” He opened the COM. “Delta squad, suit up and get ready. Your going down in one of the newer model pelicans. Your commander will arrive shortly.” He turned back to Flores. “Well, get the Spartan ready. I don’t think anything could surprise me any more.”

Tech officer Wagner stood in the observation theature above the crystorage bay. In front of him were various computer terminals, life sighn moniters and diagnostic gauges. A calm beeping chimed for the officers attention on one of the monitors. It indicated the soldier in the 2nd cryotube was approaching a regular body tempurature, and steadily waking up. Wagner keyed the intercom "She's comming to, Ramerez. Almost time to open the seal." He said to the other officer who waited in front of the storage tube.
Neither of the men had seen this spartan before. The foggy gray glass of the crytubes windows were all that was visible. Wagner watched through the window, waiting for the security code and password from the bridge. A red light beeped in the corner of one of the computers and the numbers 0015908 scrolled across the screen, followed by <SPARTAN116 PRIORITY ALPHA>
Wagner hit the executed comand and the password bypassed the security and a countdown timer was started. He waited and watched anxiously to see what would rise out of the freezer. He heard she was a SPARTAN III, A newer breed spartan, but he had never actually seen one.
Ten minutes later a hiss was heard as the crytube opened. Vapor vented and swirled up into the air in front of the crytube as it slowly started to open.

A bright light appeared in front of Raevynn's eyes, and moments later a male's voice filled her ears.
"Sorry ma'am, the disoreintation will pass momentarily."
She blinked hard and a blurry figure of a man came into focus.
Raevynn pushed herself up and out of the tubes cold surface and stepped onto the metalic floor of the bay. She had been packed into the freezer still wearing armor, and a spot on her neck burned a little. Freezer burn. She sighed.
"We'll need to run some tests to get you're armor back up and running. The bridge should send some one down to get you after that."
The spartan nodded then silently followed the tech to the testing stations.

The two pilots ran into the launch bay, “Ready the pelican, were launching any time now.” The pilot jumped into the back and his co-pilot followed suit. They started flicking switches, pressing buttons. “Power is good, engines at one hundred percent, we have green lights, electrical and optronic systems are coming online.”

The pilot moved to leave, “Keep it warm, I’m going to get the marines to bring some ammo.” ”OK.” The co-pilot watched him jump off the back and run for the corridors.

He intercepted Delta Squad on the way to the hanger. “Get an ammo crate. It’s going to be hot down there. We already lost Bravo Squad.” The delta Gunnery Sergeant nodded, “Ok men you heard him, you, you, go to the armory and grab the ammo crate. Two of the men ran off.

The copilot looked at his console, he opened communication. “Uh sir…I have thermal variation, two is getting a lot hotter than one.” He was still flicking switches.

”Shut it down and re-fire, it’ll work fine. It’s a new model, air tight, and it has fighter defenses, it’ll work.” The pilot shut com, “Board the pelican Sarge. It’s the biggest one in the hangar, you should be able to tell.” He walked around to the marines, his destination unknown.

The captain signaled the pilot, “I see Flores already told you our situation. Keep going, were letting out the fury that is the human race. I’m told she’s a Spartan, she will be the back up we are sending down along with Delta Squad, keep moving, double it, time is not on our side.” He cut comm. He turned to Flores, “Tell the Research and Tech crews to let her out.”

Flores smiled. “I already did.”

The pilot walked into the room overlooking the cryo chamber, he looked at the officer. “How long until he can suit up and come?”

”No long now, and it’s a SHE.”

Davaran wakes to the sound of foot steps.. his eyes open slightly to reveal a dead blue elite laying next to him, as well as many other marines... *remember he was brought in when we still controlled the garage* he looks around and notices all the marines rifles were piled in the center of the room, he sees to his left three jackels looking at the only remaining tank in the garage. Davaran.. knowing about their very keen senses defies this and manages to sneak past them to the pile, after grabbing a rocket launcher he kneels down and pulls the trigger. *click* he looks up as the jackels all ignite their shields.. "oh crap" he says as he rushes back to the pile for another gun, he grabs a smg and a pistol.. he runs at the jackels firing the smg, the first ones shield overloads just as he gets there, the jackel is hit three times before another click is heard, the sound of him running out of ammo.. he then turns quickly and beats the second jackels shield with the gun, after knocking it off its stance he punches it in the head, the other fires a shot grazing his back, he turns and fires the entire magazine of his pistol to no avail.. in a fluster he throws the pistol hitting the jackel in the face. after getting his bearings, he grabs a plasma pistol and walks up to the recovering jackel, two carbine shots fly past his head.. it appears a fourth black elite was setting charges in the garage as well.. the elite looks at davaran.. and bows its head, in a seemingly recognition for killing the three.. but seconds later.. he sees the carbine fly to the ground in between them.. so davaran drops his plasma pistol. "Can't we... not fight?" he mutters to himself, just as the black elite removes its helmet..

"That's the last test, ma'am. You're ready to go." The tech officer told her as she stepped away from the sheild recharger.
Raevynn flexed her stiff shoulders and clentched a fist while cracking some knuckles. She looked up through the observation window and noticed a pilot watching her. He wasn't there before. They must be here to get her. The battle feild called for her again and she was more than ready to greet it.
"You may want to make a stop at the weapons locker." The officer suggested. He turned from her and quickly walked towards the exit where he punched in the security code to open the door.
The spartan followed him through the door where he lead her across the hallway to another set of doors which needed a code to enter. He punched in the numbers and the two doors split open.
Raevynn stepped inside and pulled an S2AM sniper rifle out of its holder. She grabbed some ammo, loaded it, and straped it to her back.
She proceeded to take dual SMG's, cliping each at one side of her waiste. She wasn't a huge fan of automatic weapons but in a close combat situation they would prove usefull along with the combat knives that were straped to her thighs and calves.
After taking enough extra amunition she strod past the tech officer and waited for her orders.

((Only one black elite is planting charges in the Garage, the other two are just trying to kill us. The garage isn't really under Covenant control...unless I missed that part.))

The pilot walked up to the Spartan and saluted, “Chief Master Sergeant John Rico sir.” After she returned the salute he started leading her to the bridge. “We lost contact with an outer colony named Diagona a little over a week ago. The scans sent with the transmission showed no covenant activity of any kind, and this colony has a thin atmosphere, and suffers frequent meteor showers that knock out their communications. It took us a week to her here, we send down two squads and a few specialists. However the Covenant were waiting for us, they’d been there for a week and their two ships were hiding behind the planet’s moons. Our men on the surface are trapped in two buildings in the town, which is more like an outpost. Were sending you down with another squad of marines to provide back up. We would send more but right now we are unable.” He stopped at the door to the bridge and turned to the Spartan. “Any questions?”

The red and blue Elite’s fought the black one for a while before they both connected fists on it’s chest at the same time, their combined force sending the specialist flying off the side off the roof top to impact on the ground below. The friendlies started covering the humans again.

The squad was still struggling to hold the elite back, and failing, when Ten walked into the room. He set his gun on the ground, then stepped beside the door. “Let it in.” He said into the comm. The marines fell back, instantly the door exploded inward and the Elite charged in…to meet Ten’s fist into the side of it’s head. The alien reeled to the side disoriented. Ten seized his chance and moved to grab it when the alien lashed out with a kick catching Ten in the leg, he dropped to one knee, and the alien tried to smash in his visor. However Ten grabbed the Elite’s leg and threw it back against the wall. The elite snarled and dove at Ten, who made a straight kick for it’s skull. The Elite’s face crumpled. Ten picked it up and threw it off the balcony.

(sorry... I thought we were moving up the building because they were storming inside, since the garage is partly underground anyway.. with a angled ramp leading up to the doors but yeah.. I suppose I can continue this though)

Davaran stared down the black armored elite... its mouth slightly open.. black eyes gazing down on him.. not as a lesser being it seemed though, this elite had something else in mind.. The elite would only see a long white haired man with his bright green eyes.. a pair of pants with one leg torn completely off.. the other with holes, his shirt almost completely gone, and a rather large burn on his back. At almost the same time, both reared up... crying out in a rage and ran at eachother, davaran threw a punch hitting the elites armor.. he pulls back his hand to see blood trailing from a new cut on his middle knuckles.. he looks up to see a glimpse of the elites hand grabbing his neck.... the elite tosses him aside right as davaran grabs the top of his armor plate... the armor comes off with him pulling the elite to his knees, both stand and once again rush at eachother.

Punching and blocking, kicking and pushing follows for about ten minutes until both stand, half hunched over bleeding and breathing heavily... the elite looks up and turns around, seeing the jackels dead. "you're not a mastercheif are you." the elite says, davaran looks up... more confused than anything else.. "Mastercheif?" the elite looks at him.. "the demon.. my lords say.. you dont bear a resemblance to one, and yet you fight just as they do.." davaran looks at him.. "Who are you?" davaran replies.. the elite looks at him strieght in the eye.. "I am Keroth.. of the first special lance.. sworn defender of the prophets.." Davaran moves back abit, both getting into a fighting stance.. the elite jumps at him, davaran ducks down and trips the elite in midair, the elite lands hard but rolls up to a stance again, turning to kick davaran in the side, his two hands grasps the elites leg and stop it.. Davaran then side kicks the elites leg, dropping it.. davaran turns to try and grab the carbine laying close to them now, after grabbing it... the elite appears behind him, crippled.. but still fighting, he thrusts davaran on the ground, with only a gun between them they push it back and fourth, trying to get the barrel pointing at one another.. the elite however.. pulls a small blade from its wrist but davaran sees this and grabs his wrist.. after a five minute struggle davaran flips ontop and begins to slowly push the knife back toward the elite, the blade maybe two inches from the elites chest.. the elite looks at him.. then davaran pauses.. in his eyes, his wife.. looking at him.. and his son nearby walking.. he face goes from desperation to rage as he throws the knife and lifts the elite up.. throwing the elite across the floor into the treads of the tank.. davaran walks over with the carbine and aims.. "the hate.. has to end here.. " davaran drops the rifle and extends his hand.

((An elite is as strong as a spartan dude. It could rip your arms off.))

IRON FIST

“No questions? Good, follow me.” The pilot led 116 into the bridge, he stopped by the captain who turned towards her.

”So…you’re the Spartan.” He arched an eyebrow, “Well, this is new. Obviously another variant. Good to have you awake and ready.” He extended a hand, “Captain Jack Radgar, nice to meet you.” After shaking he motioned to the view port. “I assume the pilot already briefed you?” He looked at the pilot, who nodded. “Good, I’ll give you some near useless information.” Now turning to the view port he sighed, “Our men on the surface need relief, and they need it bad. We should’ve sent down more men, but there were so many things pointing to a meteor shower, and I had my orders. It’s no excuse though… Anyway, right now we are running from two Covenant Arch-Angel class Battle Cruisers, we already did slingshot around the first moon of this planet, and are starting the loop around the second. We’re deploying you and Delta Squad in one of the newer model pelicans while we are behind the moon, the Covenant will be focused on the Iron Fist, your pelican should make it down without being discovered. We only have a small window of opportunity, and that window is closing fast. When you land, try to get to the human controlled buildings and clear the surrounding area, now double time it to the launch bay. Good luck Spartan.”

PLANET

Ten sighed, he only won that fight so easily because he caught the Elite completely by surprise. “Back to your work marines.” He walked across the room, and picked up his fallen Battle Rifle. He moved out onto the balcony. Looking around he saw another V of Jackals advancing. He zeroed in on them with his scope, fired one burst, killing one of the rear Jackals, but they noticed anyway. He ducked just as a flurry of plasma bolts impacted along the balcony. He shot back up to get another shot but they were to well hidden behind their shields. He ducked back down and readied a fragmentation grenade, he came back up to toss it, but the Jackals had moved, he turned and threw his explosive just as a charged up plasma bolt hit him in the chest. He staggered backwards, with his shields drained, the skin on his chest hurt from the heat. After a second he dropped to one knee, and waited. A few seconds later he looked over the edge, the Jackals were dead, their bodies scattered.

[] Yea dude... a marine vs an elite in hand to hand combat is suicide. Even for a Spartan the elite is stronger[]
"Yes sir." The Spartan saluted, then turned and left, making her way towards the launch bay at a quick pace. She was eager to get back into the fight.
Once she arrived at the launch bay, she looked around for any sighn of the squad she was suposed to be deployed with. A group of marines stoped to salute her, then moved on.
A pelican with a slightly different look to it caught her eye. She made her way towards it, hoping to find her marines.

The Sergeant hopped out of the back of the pelican. “Holy ****…” He trailed off, he blinked once then snapped a salute. “Sir!” After the Spartan returned the gesture he pointed to the pelican. “Your with the relief effort yes? Then this is your ride.” He shrugged.

”Yeah Sarge, she’s with us.” He handed a helmet to the Spartan. That expained why he’d gotten her after her. “I know you don’t wear one normally, but this is for the drop. It could get rough and there is no good in you getting a concussion.” He hopped into the pelican after the Sarge and 116. Walking to the cockpit he strapped himself in. “Control, we are prepped for launch.”

”Roger Wraith, you are clear to take off.”

”System check shows all green, engines are hot. Air tight seals in place. Lets roll.” The pilot turned back to the others. “Hold on, this may get rough. The ship is already moving over one hundred thousands miles per hour. As soon as leave this baby we’ll be hit by nearly ten G’s because of the gravity change.”

Raevynn took a seat in the pelican and put the helmet over her head. In a quick glance she took in her suroundings, and the marines that would soon be her squad.
She could feel the pelican moving underneath her, and it made her a bit uneasy. She never liked flying, but dispite this she showed no sighn of it. Instead the Spartan sat calmly, hoping that the ride down would be easier than the fight that waited for her.

PELICAN

The Pelican rocketed out of the Iron Fist, as soon as it cleared the ship the pilot almost blacked out from the G force. The ship initiated autopilot, and gracefully made it’s way towards Diagona. Two minutes later the pilot blinked away the blurry vision, nudged the co-pilot, and they took control of the pelican. “Everybody Ok? If you have injuries take care of them now.”

IRON FIST

The Captain felt the gravity increase from their speed, which was 130,000 miles per hour. Flores’s voice hummed through the communication system. “There is some stress on the ship, but not too much. Just put her in for maintenance when we get back home.” The ship was flying around the moon at incredibly high speeds.

PLANET

Ten fired the last round out of his Battle Rifle, he grunted and went back inside. “Do a good job Sierra Squad, I have to grab more ammo.” He left the room, running for the ammo. Then he realized he didn’t know where it was. Nuron would though; he was probably in the garage. He turned and headed that way.

Name: Tekka 'Lakaree

Known as: Lord Tekka

Age: 98

Race: Sangheili / Elite

Appearance: http://nikon.bungie.org/misc/leyk/gold_elite_bridgebattle.jpg
He is as an golden elite always protected by an powerfull overshield, also, as all other golden elites he have improved speed and jump power. He is also wielding dual energy swords.

Occupation: Special Operations Elite Soldier

Rank: Zealot

Personality: He is a elite without mercy, for those who have walked the wrong path shall without hesitation be slain. He is an brutal warrior who care for not very many. Only for himself, his party members and those he are ment to care for. You dont want to get on the wrong side of him, friend or foe he will make you regret, or die trying..

History: Tekka had his life dedicated himself to the forerunners, to faithfully walk the path and forfill the great journey. He have trained for war, put himself to genetic experiments and have grown up to become an cold blooded killer. He was blinded by the great journey, all until the day many years ago, he realised it all was just a dream. The great journey was not that great, the great journey was the end of sentinental life and he could not let that happend. He stand here now, against the covenant, against the great journey and against anything that may stand in his way.

Thanks to the skills he have in combat and the skills he have in tactics he have been given the rank of Zealot. He have sworn the oath that with the rank comes great power, and he will use it for the good of the world. He is respected among many both human and covenant for his cunning about life and all that circle around it, about his excelent combat skills and his great sense of tactics. What they dont like, is his bad temper. He is selected Zealot and he stand here and now to serve the purpose of an Zealot. One of the few Zealot still standing.

Other: Tekka have a long time known, trained and served with Shxzalor, the great warrior. One of the few that Tekka acctually trust.

The six elites, all of them in Chroma Silver armour stepped in front of Tekka, blocking his way. "You have been unmasked heretic." They all activated plasma swords. "Come peacefully, and you will be taken with what little honor you have left.
Wordlessly, Tekka took a battle stance, two doubled bladed plasma swords attached to each wrist. Four blades in total erupted. The Silver Elite spoke again, "Fool, you cannot hope to beat us all." Two more blades erupted from the handles fastened to each wrist, pointing behind Tekka.
The sound of energy swords clashing was heard in the room across the hall as well as screaming from elites. Tekka walked out from the hallway with an evil grin on his face. He stopped to make an turn and watched the dead bodies, just before he took a stepp and they came out of sight.
As Tekka walked along the hallway one of the side doors opened up. He quickly turned towards the door, only to find allies. "Tekka.. We fight and die with you" an red armoured elite said and kneeled infront of Tekka. "Get up, we dont have all day" Tekka said and waved at him. He got up and sent the wave further away, as a couple more elites paired up with Tekka and the red one.

The doors blew in the command part of the ship. "We are in control now" Tekka said and walked into the room where elites watched him from all around. Behind him you could see elites fighting and slaying grunts, jackals and other who dared oppositing Tekka or the others. "Heretic" one of the higher ranked in the room said. "Heretic, that was only foolish of you. You should know better" He turned his back on Tekka. "Slay the heretic" He said as the elites charged Tekka and his men from all directions. "Who is the fool here?" Tekka said, and not long after he had control of the situation.
"Heretic. This is a battle not even you can win" The high ranked elite said and rested his hand on an console.
"All unit, get to alpha position. Emergency, bring arm" was heard in the speakers. "Not good" Tekka said as he grabbed the ranked elite. "That made me mad" he said and threw the elite into the wall. "We need to get out of here.. But first.." He turned to the console.
"Self-Destruction in 35 seconds" was heard in the speakers. "Dont mess with me" Tekka said and smiled as he stood at the shipping bay. He looked around. "I guess I should have putten more mind into that move" He said and looked at the empty bay. "Shit" he said. "Lord Tekka" one of the elites said. "We have found an ODP, but only one." He looked terrefied at Tekka. "You take it, Tekka.." He said and pulled Tekka to it. It looked pretty lonely where it was. Tekka looked at the elites as he entered the pod.
"Your honor, glory, and bravery in this sacrafice will live on forever." He said as the elite pushed at an console. "I hope so.. You will land on the moon not far from here" He said as Tekka felt almost weightless. The ODP was released. "5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."
An gigantic blue flash was spread and an extreme noise was heard. Thanks to the explosion Tekka was launched with an extremly high power away from the ship. Unfortunatly, he would not hit the moon. He was in to high speed. Instead he stormed towards the planet. He himself was not very aware of that. "Well fought, brother elite" he said and thought of those who life had ended at the ship. Now it was only him, his energy blades and an pod with unknown destination.

If you had read my post carefully.. the elite had something else in mind, it was planning to surrender from the beginning.. that is why it didn't slaughter davaran, cause yes... I know.. but dav isn't a regular marine either..*

Keroth extends his hand and is helped up.. davaran and keroth just stand there.. "How many came with you keroth?" keroth looks at him.. "there were two other elites.. and it was rumored that maybe even jaralhinae..." davaran looks at him confused.. "Are those hunters?" davaran says, "No.. in my eyes something far worse.." replies the black clad elite.