Nick Pov
-Exactly twenty-seven hours later-
20 Days left
34 is sitting on a crate and has his helmet in his hands while he's talking to it, Yang is searching around for something in the hangar, 5000 is on his phone leaning against the pelican, Sparky is running a check up on said pelican, and I, well I'm watching everything.
Its so sudden. We're probably gunna die. Or at least someone else is gunna die and its going to be all of a sudden super tragic. Either way I'm going to have to make it out of this conundrum or else that'll be that and I'll never get to-
"Hey? We're packing up come on," 34 says snapping my thoughts into pieces and bringing me back into reality.
"Let's go then," I murmur picking up my BR33 from the crate and holstering it on my back. Both my pistols are on my side.
Walking down the hangar we make it to Armory-J86. Inside, the whole team wonders looking for weapons and supplies. "Remember. This is a zero-class missi-"
"This isn't my first mission that doesn't exist," 34 snaps at the Marine Lieutenant that was standing at the entrance. "Take what you need, this isn't a cake walk we're being thrown into."
"Take anything?" Yang asks intrigued.
"Anything," 34 nods.
"Then hopefully they don't come across me," Yang threatens putting two beam rifles on her back next to her katanas.
"5000. Go crazy, whatever you need," 34 looks over at 5000 who's already got the idea.
5000 rips open the top of a crate, most likely rendering it broken, and pulls out two shotguns. It was my turn to look interested. Chrome. Now that's, flashy as all hell.
"Alright, but I need something more. Something quick," 5000 takes a SMG off the wall and puts it on his bottom holster magnet.
"Sparky, grab your crap," 34 orders Sparky and then turns over to me, "Anything that would be dangerous, and useful."
I roll my eyes, "I got it,"
"Honestly. I don't think you'll need that baby weapon I made, the Battle Rifle is barely any better than the stuff you can get here," 34 nods towards me.
I move over to a heavy weapons lift.
Being held up in mid air is a very menacing Spartan Laser.
I take it. Looking at this murdereos weapon in my hands, it makes me feel safer. And dangerous.
"Now let's go." 34 says as I turn around with the Spartan Laser in hand.
34 has a SPNKR on his back and his SAW in hand.
"Put the price on my REQ," 34 comments walking past the same Marine from before.
Everyone falls behind him as we walk out of the armory.
We returned to the Hangar Bay ready to go feet first into hell.
"Been waiting for your dumbasses. Get in."
"Awww. You've been waiting just for me?" 34 asks like a little child and walks past Dillan into her pelican. Is that a metaphor?
"Fucking idiot," She mutters and turns around heading into her own ship.
"Guess that's que," I comment as the ship starts getting lifted up for a launch off.
"Well let's not keep anyone waiting," I continue and clamber up into the pelican.
"C'mon get on up!" Sparky yells in his positive attitude and clambers up next.
"Ughhh, wish I could staaay," 5000 groans and throws up his shotguns before barely trying to get himself up.
"Right. Now Yang get i-"
"Already in," Yang cuts off 5000 surprising both me and 5000.
"When did you?-"
"I literally have been in here since I got some gear from the armory."
"Well.
-
Shit."
-11:00 Standard space time-
"WE'VE BEEN TRAPPED IN HERE FOR HOURS!" 5000 groans loudly putting his head in his hands.
Sparky is constantly lightly hitting his head against the pelican's chassis. He's going crazy from not being able to move around.
Yang has her head down, and is lightly murmuring to herself.
34 could be doing anything upfront in the cockpit of the pelican.
I. Again am watching everything.
"Sorry for the bumpy ride back there! We're getting close!" Dillan yells from upfront.
"Really close! Holy shit that's fucking beautiful!" 34 yells as well after Dillan.
"Bowchica-!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BACK THERE!" 34 yells out at 5000.
"Holy crap! This is fucking huge!" Everyone can hear Dillan shout.
"Okay. Now what is going on up there?" Yang questions and moves up to the front.
"Oh my. That is big.." Yang gasps making everyone in the back more confused.
"I've got to see this," I mutter getting myself up and heading towards the cockpit.
"Woah," I barely manage looking out of the front window, "That is big..."
"Well this is gunna be something," Dillan comments.
"This is gunna fucking suck. Well guys, welcome to Reach."
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Flesh Wounds
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