FinalSepharim
Under the stars
Of the three pelicans that landed, S-2 was the least fortunant, in a rather big landing bay, two on one side.. and the other ofcourse all the way across the hangar, About a week ago would have been a ten minute walk if that.. but now it seems like miles.. Davarans head lays back into a dead marines chest, his shotgun pointed out the back of the pelican door..
Minutes earlier.. "Alright.. lets get this AI quick, kick some covenant ass and get out!" says a young brash Sgt.. He says with a look of complete confidence and total lack of logic.. not realizing this was their ship.. Davaran raises his shotgun to his chest, and slowly stands up, along with the others in the troop compartment.. He looks around, the familure smell of Sweat and fear.. rampant in this room.. The flickering red lights on the top left and top right of the door.. waiting for them to turn green.. The smell of metal.. gunpowder.. All gives him chills down his spine... He looks behind him, a single marine eating what looks like a sandwich in one hand, a Rocket launcher on the ground next to him, the barrel reaching all the way to his waste, where it rested. Davaran knew these men had no idea what was about to happen, to say for sure not even he knew..
"Fifteen seconds." he hears from the cockpit.. "FIFTEEN SECONDS!" the officer yells. Shakes are felt from the rapid deccleration.. Very faint plasma rifle shots are heard, and then the fuelrod explosion was heard.. Fire blasts through the cockpit door and the pelican slams forward into the deck plating. Davaran quickly pushes two men down to the ground and falls himself, perhaps saving their lives from the flame... Weapons fly everywhere.. including his shotgun, and in the darkness, it was only possible to see that red light. An eerie silence hits, as maybe fifteen marines are seen looking to the door, which was going to open any second.
The marines, despite the earlier events, prime themselves for rushing into the battlefield.. and when that door opened, the first two probobly hadn't even got the electrical message down the spine for his legs to move before his upper torso was ripped in two by a pair of grunts with stationary guns.. Plasma shots fly inside the pelican bay, marines try and rush out.. three had died almost right away. another was trying to pull himself back inside, when He... showed up..
A very tall, very angry Orange elite.. His helmet was something of a mystery to davaran, never seen before in a simulation. (He was honor gaurd, seeing as this mission to them, is of a symbolic importance.. we have a rogue expirament, about three DEMONS.. and numerous heretics working with humans.. If they sent an arbitor, their most holy instrument just after the heritic leader.. this would not be out of the range.. so no arguing.)
The first marine rushed at him, firing his assault rifle. The shells bounce off of the elites shield up to the point where the elite reached out, its fingers encompassing the marines head.. The marine made a loud crack as most likely every bone in his body was broke at once when he was pushed very hard into the pelican wall.. Davaran fired his pistol seven times.. his shield still active he throws the shotgun at the elite.. "You humans weren't meant for fighting." he snickers.. looking around as the other marines panic and run past him, only to be slaughtered by the grunts camped on the walkway above.
Davarans aggression shows fourth as he rushes head on into the elite.. Remember when he fought keroth the first time, not seeming to remember that keroth wanted to lose, to gain a sense of trust early on.. This elite didn't want to lose, and Davaran learned that quickly. First he was kicked back against the pelicans cockpit wall. The air knocked out of him, he breathes heavily, almost to the point of hyperventilation.
The Honor gaurd elite once again takes two more steps toward him. "You are an affront to everything this universe stands for.. I will bleed you.. and wear your skin.. you pathetic creature.." Davaran at that point, went berserk or something close to it, managing the energy to clutch hands with the elite, trying to push it away... The elite growls as it actually has to apply force for once.. Davaran begins to yell and finally overwhelms the elite with one thrust... The elite falls back maybe four feet.. and stands up, seeing davaran on the ground again.
"You know why you humans always lose?" the elite says in a overly sarcastic tone. "Why" davaran replies.. "Because you have no ability to fight a one on one battle.. you are weak." The elite replies.. looking down on davaran, ready to stomp his brains across the floor... Davaran however, looks up with a smirk.. "Humans may not be able to fight close up.." He pulls the shotgun out from under a marine, its barrel pointed right at the elites face.. "But this weapon can!" And at that point he fires, before the elite could even react his head was burst into about 500 tiny pieces.. Its body flies out from the back of the pelican.. He hears the grunts scream.. "DEMMMMONNSS RUN AWAYUY!!!!!" and sees a Fixed gun fall onto the ground infront of him.. He grabs his shotgun and pulls it close.
"Just.... Another day in paradise.."