operation wildfire book 1

chapter 9

So this chapter is the new addition to the story. It's been too long since there was anything added on. I have to say thanks to everyone still reading the story and please review and rate it! I like constructive criticism so I'll happily read any those kind of reviews. Also, if you guys have a certain idea for this story, I'll take it into consideration. I'll start writing the next chapter as a soon as I can! Thanks again readers! Enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to 343 industries' franchise Halo or anything from either the Alien, Predator, or AvP franchise.

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Eric noticed that the controls for the phantom were slightly different than the other drop ships from Reach. Without the help from Roland, he had no choice but to operate this ship on his own. Thankfully, the ship was already in cruise mode and he grabbed ahold of the joysticks and he pulled. The two standing Spartans jerked back and almost lost their balance. The ship bumped into the side of Infinity.

"Whoops," Eric muttered with a smirk.

Dylan turned his head towards Eric with a slightly devastated expression.

"Whoops?" He griped.

"Looks like they inverted the controls since the last time I flew one. I wish Murphy would've told me." He smirked and glanced around at the controls. He then noticed Dylan giving him a concerned expression. "Cool it Pratt, I got this," Eric replied flatly.

He pushed the joysticks forward and the ship started moving forward. He pushed them right and the ship turned right as it was supposed to. Seemed simple enough. Eric finally turned the phantom towards the Reaper started cruising towards it. As if it was Spartan luck, the Reaper didn't suspect that their drop ship was hijacked. Things were looking bright for the Spartans, so far. However, this plan could very well end badly.

As the phantom approached the Reaper, the Covenant radio echoed with the voice of a Sangheili. The alien's tone was harsh and loud. There was little doubt to the Spartans that the elite was demanding a sit-rep. Dylan placed his battle rifle on his back and leaned on the pilot's seat. Danny walked up to the dead general and knelt down next it. He flipped the dead alien over and searched his dead body for anything useful. There was nothing worth using on the dead body and he turned his head in annoyance. He then noticed something that could prove to be quite useful.

"What are we gonna do now?" Dylan asked as he turned his focus to Eric. "If we don't radio back or something, they're gonna shoot us down!"

The sharpshooter had a point, Eric thought to himself. Well, needless to say, it was a point that meant either life or death. There wasn't much they could do. None of them could speak Sangheili.

"Well, there's no way to let them know. We just got to keep going in and hope for the best," Eric replied back flatly. The situation was getting worse, the more they got closer to the Reaper.

As their Phantom finally started passing through the Reaper's shield, the three Spartans all readied for commandeering the larger ship. Eric heard the com network in the Phantom roaring with a raspy alien accent. He noticed on the visual monitor that the ship was surrounded by many armed Sangheili. Most of them were elite minors with a few of them being majors. They were led by a Zealot.

"Wait, let them come in. There just outside," Eric placed his SAW on his back and pulled out his combat knife. Dylan caught on and drew his knife. Danny drew the blade the hunter gave him a few days ago.

Just outside the Phantom, the elites were preparing to board the dropship. The Zealot was calling out to the ship, most likely to the general Eric bested. After no reply, he activated his energy sword and ordered three of the elite minors to board the ship. The three elites slowly walked up to ship and went up the gravity lift. The Zealot waited for the three elites to report back. After a few minutes, there was no reply. The Zealot growled, stormed up to one of the elite majors holding a Fuel Rod Gun, grabbed the heavy weapon from his subordinate, and began unloading shells at the Phantom. The bombardment blew a chunk off the side of the drop ship. The ship dropped to the floor and shook the Reaper.