Chapter Sixteen "Piggyback"

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Music is for listening.

Nick Pov

I spun up the turret and strode past 5000 and Sparky.

"I'll get this done ASAP!" Sparky yelled out to me as I walked past.

For some reason I recall to an old movie that my brother used to watched, "Say hello, to my little friend!" I yelled out and pressed my thumb on the trigger, "Cause my name is Tony Montana!"

I gunned down a grunt and the closest elite raised up their plasma rifle and fired off at me.

I dodged to the side and spun in a circle with the LMG to stop from heavy momentum to carry me further.

I spin it up as I recover to standing still. Then, as I pulled the trigger again I blasted the elite that tried to take me out originally. They were taken down with the shower of bullets.

As I rev up to take out one more elite in the back a group of grunts finally decide to take a shot at me, only a few of the unaimed stray plasma hit me, not damaging my shields too bad.

But I step back and hold the trigger on the grunts, taking out two before I hit an annoying and familiar sound. *Click* *Click* *Click* 

Crap I'm out of ammo in this thing. I probably should've been a bit more sparing though. The lone grunt now gets a bit to much courage and starts trotting towards me shooting at me with its plasma pistol.

I block the threatening shots with the LMG and as their pistol overheats I sprint towards them and slam my turret straight onto the grunt's head.

I hear the footsteps behind me and I make a wide swing with the turret to try and hit the elite behind me.

It almost hits, but the elite slashes the whole barrel off with his sword like it was nothing.

"You know I'm getting pretty sick of these god damned swords!" I tell the others as I step back and put up my fists.

 The elite takes a swing at me and I duck underneath the light blue glowing blade. They almost fall forward as the expected to hit me. I use the advantage and rush forward, using my arm to trip them by the legs and sweep them off the ground.

I run forward a bit and then swing myself around with my fists still ready for a fight. Which I guess I won't get now. God don't give idiots weapons that are dangerous to the user.

"I can't wait for when its just the Insurrection I have to worry about. Then I won't have to deal with sword and gun wielding aliens," I shake my head to myself as I jog away from the self impaled elite and back to my group.

"Alright! Hurry this really tingles!" I can hear Sparky yell from over the other side of the warthog.

"Wait I need to get more!" 5000 shouts after Sparky and the warthog starts lifting off the ground with some added grunts. 

"What are you guys filming a gay porno back here or what the hell?" I joke as I show up to their side of car.

"You're still alive! G-good help me get this thing back on its feet!" 5000 orders me and right there is when I see it.

"What the hell is this? A piggyback ride or something?" I add before actually moving to help them lift up the warthog.

Sparky's back is attached to 5000's back, and 5000 is moving around almost like nothing was new.

In one swift lift, we get the warthog back on its tires. "Alright! Now get me off!" Sparky flails his arms pointlessly as he tries to free himself from being connected to 5000.

"How do I do that?" I ask looking at the closed gap between the two.

Sparky thinks silently for a moment, "Close one of our valves?" 

"How am I supposed to do that when you guys are being connected?!" I ask looking over my shoulder, once, then twice.

Sparky sees what I keep glancing at panicked, "You're gunna have to pry us off of each other!"

I put my hands between the two and start, with all of my possible might, to pry them from each other, "Why is this so bloody hard!?!" I yell and with a grunt I rip Sparky off of 5000.

"Ohh coming back!" Sparky in mid air stops from being pushed away and starts flying towards 5000 again. 

Without saying anything I quickly examine and act on the situation. I jump in between 5000 and Sparky. I stretch my legs out and land(?) on Sparky's back.

Now in the weird position I'm in, Sparky is my down and 5000 is my up, instead of left and right.

"This is perfect! Now close 5000 before that wraith gets too close!" Sparky yells as I look up and then reach to grab 5000's core with my right hand. 

This also doesn't sound right.

I pull to release, twist to the left and, with a hard push, close his suits power core.

Both me and Sparky fall onto the ground, "Youch," My legs feel as sore as my arms after having to rip them apart and keep them that way.

"Hurry everyone into the car now!" 5000 shouts and seats himself into the driver seat.

I get on top of where the turret was and crouch. "Sparky grab me my splaser," I order him as he sits in the passenger side with 34 and start speeding off again. 

"Holy crap," 5000 looks over his shoulder at the two new flying and incoming phantoms.

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