Ten’s vision was starting to go blurry, as the physical, but much more seriously, the mental and emotional impact of what had just happened was starting to get to him. His eyes relaxed and he lost his focus, he’d just started to slide down to the floor when Rae had decided to pick her up. Hey felt the clank of her armor through his own, and he blinked, being brought back to his sensed. At first, she was lifting him all on her own, but he grunted and held himself up as much as he could, it was a startlingly small amount. He looked at her gratefully, “Thanks…” I wonder what I look like to her, she's a Spartan...she knows what were supposed to be...or all of them for that matter… Ten looked at the ground.
Moving into the elevator, he had let himself be half dragged to the table, and as soon as he was laid down, his eyes started to lose focus again. He hated not being part of the action going on topside. He was as NANO-Spartan. Being iron-hard and tough as nails was his job…now he was leaving it to everyone else…he couldn’t even perform what he was supposed to be good at. From his perspective, he was nothing short of being a failure now. He couldn’t save his only friends. He couldn’t fight. He was laying here on a medical table.
Axel – “We are about to commence the operation…we don’t have time to heal all of your wounds…but the advanced PsyCore gel combined with all their technology here should be able to make you able to move…you will be 48% combat effective.”
Ten sighed, “Just get this over with…” He said.
Inside, the cloaked Spec-Ops pair came up to the elevators, and tried to get it to work, but the computer refused them access. One of them pulled out his sword and sliced a hole in the middle elevator door, and pulled the piece back, dropping it on the floor. The edge of the hole was glowing with red hot and partly liquid metal. The elevator was one floor below them. Grunting, he leaped up top, and motioned for his comrade to follow. They exchanged words, one motioning to the jutting metal pattern in the side of the shaft. They both nodded and the first sliced the cables, the elevator dropped, with them on top.
The resulting crash reverberated throughout the whole facility, and Nuron’s head whipped around to look at the elevator shaft, leaving Ten, who’s operation was now complete, he walked over to the elevator door, and when it opened, he looked down the shaft, to see the destruction below. At that time, the Spec-Ops Elite flipped into the room form above, kicking Nuron in the head.
The PsyCore flew backwards, landing on his back, and sliding for a few feet. Instantly without hesitation he ran for his sniper rifle which lay beside Ten’s table, and spun, firing at the charging Elite. The bullet smacked into the sword, and ricochet, half melting, going through his shoulder shields, depleting their energy. Nuron’s second shot was straight for it’s face, but it blocked, and the bullet passed through the sword, he molten metal spattering over it’s eye. The Elite roared and swung, Nuron backpedaled, and the Elite sliced the end off the sniper rifle’s barrel. The weapon flew out of Nuron’s hands, and the PsyCore fell back, he’d originally been positioned to protect Ten, but now he had no weapon, and he couldn’t save Ten if he was dead. While he was backpedaling past the Spartan, he spun, and pulled the combat knife out of his armor, standing in a combat position, facing his foe, still falling back.
The second Elite charged to help his friend, but Ten half jumped half rolled off the table, and landed on top of the alien. All 2.67 tonnes of him knocked the Covenant over, and it fell with him on top. It’s sword flew through the air, where it stuck into the wall, slowly drooping as it melted away at the metal. There was a crunch as the two landed, and the Elite’s shields flared, and soon went out. Ten rammed his fist into it’s back, which had caused it’s shields to deplete and for it to be disoriented for a second. “This is Ten. We need assistance back at the lab.”
Topside, Sergeant Johnson THE Sergeant Johnson has assumed command of the marines, hearing the Spartan’s message, he told the rest of the UNSC forcers, his communications weren’t set so their few Covenant heretic allies could hear him, “Send the fastest one we have down there, preferably someone who knows the damn way. Everyone else, take out these Covenant.”
Nuron was still fighting the Elite, he wasn’t as strong and agile as he used to be, but since he was the one who designed the Spartan NANO-Tech combat knife, the design of the blade and metal was very unique, the metal almost never dulled, and could withstand a blow from a sword. Nuron was still falling back, and had soon lost ground, being at a severe disadvantage. The Elite managed to knock him on the ground, and it moved to stab him. Nuron grabbed his fallen rifle, which was in reach, and pointed it at the alien’s head. The Elite smiled, knowing the weapon would not fire. Nuron tensed and rammed his new spear through the aliens eye, and into his head. The thing toppled backwards.
The Elite had managed to get Ten to the ground, and then stood triumphant, and grabbed it’s sword, moving to slice the Spartan’s throat. Ten grabbed it’s arm and pushed back, holding the blade away, but after a few seconds he sighed, and his arms dropped. What was the point in trying? The Elite grunted, and then stood with a leg on Ten’s chest, and held the sword pointed down at his throat. “Demon, today you die.”
Nuron moved to grab his weapons, but then saw them on the table beside the bed, on the far side of the enemy…where he stood there was nothing he could do to help the Spartan…”Come on you alien b*astard.” He said, “You’d rather have me than a defenseless adversary…” He was hoping to play on their sense of honor.
The Elite looked up at him, and at his dead comrade, “I can kill you after easily enough.”
Ten, through his heightened senses, could feel and hear the vibrations through his armor; someone else was coming…great…just in time to see this…