10 minutes after the crash….
"Ugh, my head hurts." Rico, the squad's demolitions expert, moaned. He quickly stood and unholstered his magnum and began limping around the wreckage. Pelican sure got shot to pieces…Agh! My leg hurts! Where the hell is Alan? The Corporal wondered. He continued to limp around until hearing a voice.
"Rico, is that you?" A familiar voice, the Sergeant's resonated through the air.
"Yeah Sarge, it's me." Rico replied, ecstatic that the Sarge was ok.
"Good to hear you, you tough bastard. Could you give me a head count of our Marines and Alan?" Chris asked, a worried tone in his voice.
"Sure, sir. Hmm.. Let's see, we have Richard, Rick, Alex, Sam, Nancy, Leo, Justin, and David are here. Flynn is missing, and we lost Barnes, he was a good kid, and he… was impaled by the wreckage… what a way to go." Rico stated sadly.
"We'll get his body back to his folks and we'll find Flynn, I promise" Chris replied, also sadly.
"Sarge?" Rico said in a concerned tone.
"Yes, Rico?" Chris replied
"I can't find Alan." Rico admitted.
*Sigh* "I guess that means he's either out scouting and setting up a perimeter, or he's…. dead." Chris stated apprehensively. "I sincerely doubt he would die so easily though. He's always been a lucky bastard." Chris chuckled. "Enough talk, we should get ourselves armed and ready to deal with any threats. Wouldn't want to go down sleeping now would we?"
"No sir, I sure as hell wouldn't!" Rico answered, his heart lifting at the thought of killing more Covy bastards.
5 minutes after the crash
Alan had woken up quickly and noticed that Barnes had died due to being impaled by the wreckage. He walked over and closed Barnes' eyes. "I'm sorry it had to end like this.." Alan said sadly. He quickly noticed that another of the marines, Flynn, was also awake, and Alan made a decision.
"Flynn, you're with me. We're going to do a little scouting before the others are awake. Got it, Private?" Alan stated.
"Yes sir." Was the reply from Flynn.
They then headed out and quietly made their way through the jungle and noticed several covenant patrols. Then they spotted an interesting battle. A small Sangheili strike team was fighting off several scores of brutes and grunts and the Sangheili appeared to be losing. Alan and Flynn joined the skirmish and promptly began assisting the elites out of necessity instead of friendliness. At this point however, there were only 2 elites still standing and a pack of brutes left.
Alan promptly began shooting the brutes with his shotgun while Flynn fired his battle rifle. The elites attacked with their swords. Eventually, one of the elites fell after being battered by the chieftain's hammer and was unable to fight. Flynn also suffered an injury; he was shot several times with spiker rounds and was now using his magnum to fend off the brutes. Alan stepped up the pace and began blasting the brutes with even more skill and precision, after a few minutes, he had slain the remainder of the pack. He then turned to Flynn.
"Are you ok marine?" He asked, worried for the poor man.
"I'm hurt bad, real bad.." The marine weakly replied.
"Then there is only one way to secure your honor and my battle-brother's." The elite who was uninjured stated with a hint of arrogance. He then activated his energy swords and impaled Flynn and the other elite.
"NO! You bastard!" Alan yelled.
"What had to be done has been done. Rest easy knowing your pathetic friend has achieved some honor in his life, Demon." The elite spat.
"I should kill you for this, but then it would ruin the alliance. You planned this out, didn't you, you sick bastard?" Alan spat in retaliation.
"Planned? I planned nothing, Demon. Although I would enjoy being the one to end you." The Elite stated, once again full of pride and arrogance.
"I'd gladly tear out your spine, and then bathe in your blood." Alan retorted, the venom and malice in the words sending a chill down the elite's spine.
This Demon is… different, he has a different mind than the others. I should be careful around him. The elite thought.
"Well, since we are in an alliance, I will have to deal with you for now, come along, split lip." Alan taunted. The elite growled in response.
4 hours after crash
Several hours had gone by since Chris had organized what was left of his marines, and all the Marines got were small skirmishes as they protected their crash site. All of them had scratches but no major wounds. They still hadn't heard from Alan and were wondering whether he was even alive. But this was about to change.
Where the hell are you Alan? You were supposed to get back here hours ago. Those damn elites better not have attacked you or there will be hell to pay for. Grr.. Chris was fuming.
"Hey Sarge! I think I see something! Its Alan!" David yelled.
"He's got one of them split jawed bastards with him! The nerve of those freaks!" Rico added.
"Alan 191 to you lazy bums, get me some covering fire!" The massive Spartan yelled over the radio as brutes converged on their position.
"Leave the Traitors to me Demon." The Elite spat in anger to the Spartan.
"I'm not happy about this either, split lip!" The Spartan retaliated. He then activated one of his dual energy swords he had acquired and began slashing the incoming brutes to pieces with it.
"YOU! How dare you wield the blade! It is only used by those Skilled enough to utilize it! And you are unworthy of such an honor." The elite angrily yelled before skillfully snapping a Brute's neck.
Jeez, this guy is worse than R'tas, at least he somewhat concealed his anger. "I am superior to your kind in combat! I think that proves I am more than capable of wielding your damn Holy Blade!" Alan spat, clearly enraged. His attacks on the Brutes became more and more brutal until the elite backed away and Alan was tearing apart the brutes by himself.
He disemboweled one with the sword and then proceeded to rip its head off with his free hand. He then ran up to another and crushed its skull. He then ripped off the arms of another and proceeded to drive the sword down its throat. Then he sliced another in half before running at the Chieftain yelling in anger. "AAAAAHHHH!" He dodged the first swing and then sliced its arm off and ripped out its throat. He reveled as the blood sprayed out and covered his armor. Blood is so…. Wondrous…. He thought to himself.
"Hey split lip! What's your damn name?" He asked in an angry tone to the elite.
"It is Chui 'Celdumee and you would do well to remember it, Demon." The elite said in an arrogant tone.
"Chui, eh, sounds like Chewbacca, from Star Wars." Alan said as a joke. The others laughed while the elite simmered.
"You dare insult my family's honor?" was the elite's response. He tensed up, as if preparing for a fight.
"I don't give a damn about your family honor. What I do care about is that you don't hurt any more of my men. You hurt them, and I do to you what I did to those brutes. Got it?" Alan said, threateningly.
"I understand, Demon." Was the elite's measured arrogant reply.
"Good, now lets get out of here." Alan said to everyone. He took one last glance up towards the sky. Sorry guys, guess I won't be back for awhile…and fuck, now I have to explain what happened with Flynn to Chris..
