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Post by blackskull on Mar 28, 2009 13:38:50 GMT -5
They'd been flanked. Things had been going well. They'd been picking off attacking brutes from behind by the shedload. Some of them not even noticing. Then the brutes turned on them. There were only a few at first, but they built up after they saw the threat Rodrìguez and his men caused. Eventually there were too many, even for the ten elite ODSTs. A bloody passenger was leaning limp against the side of a warthog. Rodrìguez didn't know whether he was unconscious or dead, but he had more urgent things to sort out right now. The brutes kept firing. There were maybe one to one and a half dozen choppers and half a dozen prowlers firing. They could do nothing. Rodrìguez sat on his mongoose, shielded by the three warthogs, thinking of a quick plan to get out, whilst the ODSTs hid inside their warthogs. The brutes fired just above the warthogs. They wondered why the chieftan in the front prowler had given this order, but they didn't complain. Neither did the ODSTs. The chieftan had seen Rodrìguez, and deducted from his seeming authority and look that he was experienced, high-ranked and would know useful information. Shooting the warthogs could trigger an explosion killing him. Whilst shooting just above into the building would prevent them from driving whilst the choppers could move in slowly. Rodrìguez could think of nothing except a charge. A surrender would put his men at the mercy of these brutes. And he knew what they did with prisoners. He couldn't ask whether they'd rather face that or death, but he'd rather die. Not that he wanted to. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted. He heard a noise from one of the engines, and smelled smoke. He swore, he'd forgotten about that. The Chieftan saw it too, and ordered the brutes to pull back. The ODSTs were bemused. Then, it exploded. The warthog blew into a firy red chunk of scrap metal. The other warthogs caught fire too. A second one exploded. Rodrìguez was flung off his mongoose by the blast. Shrapnel flew into his face, but he made no noise, he wasn't conscious. The third warthog blew, flying forward. A body flew out of it onto the ground in a fleshy heap. No-one else came out of a warthog and Rodrìguez was motionless.
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Post by Auzzie Legend on Mar 28, 2009 21:00:56 GMT -5
The sudden explosions below startled Vince, he aimed his rifle down at the scene below and watched as a third Warthog burst into flame and leapt into the air, flipping onto its side as it smashed back down to the ground.
Shrapnel and debris littered the scene below, the fog was too heavy to make out any bodies, only the flickering flames could be seen through the cold, grey abyss.
Suddenly, a shot soared through the fog and smashed into the side of the Hornet, luckily only hitting the small, empty passenger position on the wing beside Vince, who aimed down at the direction of the shot and opened fire.
The bullet that had torn through the hull of the Hornet was too large to have been fired by a ground troop, Vince assumed the brutes had mustered vehicles to aid this fight, that could be a problem. Then, another shot rang out through the fog on a collision course with the cockpit.
"Sonya! Break right!"
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Post by Coconut on Mar 29, 2009 2:10:54 GMT -5
Vince's cry sent Sonya wheeling the Hornet to the right, sharply tipping it and watching as two more soared past her in the opposite direction, releasing a volley of fire through the mist, an explosion signifying the end of whatever had fired at them. "Down there!" A nearby Hornet pilot cried, pointing towards the gathering of Troopers either in or around the Warthogs. Sonya could smell smoke from the exploded one, as three Hornets shot overhead to clear a broad swathe free of the attacking Brutes in front, their large, feral heads looming out of the mist like Demons. Sonya smiled; demons. The same name they'd had for the old Master Chief, before SPARTAN-993 and, now, SPARTAN-081 replaced him. A group of Hornets soared past, completing the perimeter around the stranded Orbital Drop Shock Troopers in front, and holding back the raging torrent of Brutes. More Hornets sped out to join them, holding back the tide as Sonya and a number of other Hornets landed nearby, screaming at the Troopers to board. Sonya watched as Troopers began to board the other Hornets, yet Rodrìguez was the man she was after rescue wise. "Rodrìguez!" She shouted, seeing him a little way ahead. "Get over here before we all die!"
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Post by Auzzie Legend on Mar 29, 2009 2:32:12 GMT -5
Vince looked down at the man he now knew as Rodrìguez who was lying flat on the ground, grass around him blew up from the wind in the air, clearing little of the fog over time. A brute appeared a little ways away, only to have a hell-fire of bullets rip into it's chest from Vince's rifle, killing it before it managed to smash into the ground.
It was at that moment Vince realised Rodrìguez was immobilised, perhaps unconscious, it didn't matter, he needed help.
Vince quickly unstrapped himself from the wing of the Hornet, sliding himself off and landing on the ground a few feet below, cussing as he whacked his arm against the edge of the wing. The pain, however, subsided as he sprinted across the field, the scene around him chaotic in nature.
Vince threw himself forwards as a small, rounded object smashed into the ground beside him, beeping several times before unleashing a shock wave of blue plasma around the immediate area, singeing the grass and propelling Vince forward to the ground beside Rodrìguez. He slowly lifted his head and moved over to Rodrìguez, pushing on his shoulder in an attempt to wake him.
"Come on mate, wake up!" Vince yelled, another explosion combustion somewhere nearby startling him.
After no answer, Vince grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder, sprinting as quickly as possible in the direction he came. Vince pulled up his rifle and sprayed a clip in the direction of a brute as it's ugly face came into view a few metres away, bringing it down slowly but surely. As he reached the Hornet, Vince strapped Rodrìguez to his former position and pulled himself upwards to sit beside him, the damaged half of the wing thretening to give way as it creaked and scratched against the hull.
"Sonya, I've got Rodrìguez, let's move!"
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Post by Coconut on Mar 30, 2009 3:27:14 GMT -5
Vince's cry spurred Sonya into action, Sonya dipping the Hornet towards the left to balance the weight of what was now two bodies on the right wing. Veering away, Sonya gritted her teeth as she wrenched on the controls sharply to the left, as a Brute shot shell went flying past to crack against the ground some way away. The Hornet veered over to the left, the extra weight unbalancing it, as Sonya fought her way through the raging tempest of battle to right it and to move backwards with it. Ironically, it was a Brute shot that saved them, clipping off the right wing and making the Hornet rock back into a straighter position, allowing Sonya to cheer. "Hoo-ah!" With a cry she piloted the Hornet back round into the Hornets pouring forth, following those already saddled up with rescued marines as they made their way back towards the transports, the other Hornets behind, covering their escape. "Hang on, boys!" Sonya cried, over the sound of hundreds of engines and the conflict around. "Almost there!"
The transport was ahead, behind the base, and as Sonya watched down below she saw Throll and his last, faithful men making a stand to allow the Hornets time to escape to the ships. Sonya gritted her teeth together; they would not die unavenged, or forgotten. She'd see to that when they returned to main United Nations Space Command space. If they returned. No. Don't think like that. Sonya's mind said, as she piloted the Hornet further yet past the base and towards the landing pad which was, now, appearing on her radar. She nodded; they were going to make it. The large, big transports were the same rough type of ones used to get off Arcadia in the early days of the Human-Covenant War, and they wouldn't stand up to much fire. They needed to get on the ships, and fast. Ahead, the other Hornets were beginning to put down. It was time Sonya, Vince and Rodrìguez did too.
Putting the Hornet down some few feet away from the Transport, Sonya ran around the side to grab the unconscious Rodrìguez first, carrying him around to the transport and handing him over to a stretcher bearer, who wheeled him around and moved him into the darkness of the ship. Sonya turned again, quickly undoing the straps that held Vince and picking him up, bodily, carrying him towards the transport and up the gangplank, making her way to the medical bay and depositing him on the bed. She'd refused the stretcher bearer who'd offered to carry him forth and, now, in this deserted cell of the medical bay, they were all alone. They'd made it, she knew, and they'd be able to burn sky in their way out of the Arthulia system, however, for the moment, little mattered to Sonya except the now she was experiencing. She was alone, with Vince, in a med bay. She'd normally have felt scared, but not now. She'd known him for some time, and it was beginning to feel right.
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Post by Auzzie Legend on Mar 30, 2009 7:51:24 GMT -5
Vince slumped on the bed for a moment, watching as Sonya moved around the room, his gaze turned to his arm, however, as pain struck it fiercely. Vince pulled off the sling his arm had been placing in and moved over to a medical kit hanging from the wall, quickly pulling out a bottle of painkiller fluid, pushing the needle tip through the lid and plunging the liquid through the needle before injecting it into the vein on his arm.
He then turned back to Sonya, their gaze fell upon another once again, giving a calm, relation sensation, as if the battle around them had never even begun. Slowly, Vince moved forward and pressed his lips against hers again, savouring the moment in the silence around them.
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Post by Coconut on Mar 30, 2009 8:09:45 GMT -5
Vince's feel, his touch, his warmth, his taste had Sonya enraptured, enthralled, a prisoner in the cold, dark confines of loneliness for so long, so, so, very long until Vince had liberated her. At first she started, with the old nerves, before relaxing into it, her hands entwining themselves about his body, one slipping round to grasp around his waist and the other resting gently on his chest as her hair moved forwards to envelope them both, almost like curtains, in their own world, their own world of love. She'd known Vince for so long, now, and the only reason she hadn't noticed what she felt before was her wallowing in self pity. No more of that now. She thought to herself, calm as she now was, her lips locked to his as if in a dance. No more self pity.
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Post by Auzzie Legend on Mar 30, 2009 8:38:46 GMT -5
Vince fell backwards onto the bed with Sonya in his arms, pulling her armour off softly as he lay down on the bed, Sonya resting on top of him.
They lay there for a moment, in silence, gazing into one another's eyes, savouring every moment of each others presence before undressing themselves and pulling the sheets over the bed.
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Post by Coconut on Mar 30, 2009 8:45:30 GMT -5
As Sonya fell backwards, she knew it was what she wanted. As her armour came off, revealing Sonya's bare flesh under the harsh light in the room, she smiled to herself, resting her head on Vince's chest, his warmth seeping through her bones and into her heart, relieving the ache that had been there ever since Jonas' death. Sonya moved over Vince, with the natural rhythm of her body, as the transport took off to pastures fresh, off Arthulia and back into mainstream United Nations Space Command space.
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