Thread: Halo: Remnants Of Time (Cypherxk2 & darkangel76)

He was the only one in the Albatross' cargo area when he received a high priority redirect to a secret Lab under NOBLE base. Eyes scanning the file, he felt a slight twinge of hate in his chest as he remembered how this started for him. He got his gear ready he felt the successor to the old pelican sway as it banked right. The transport was, for all intents and purposes, a flying tank. He'd flown one before and had a field day with it. It was amazingly nimble for it's size, but it wasn't for dogfighting. A BR-85HB SR, two Type-25 Directed Energy Rifles, two custom Type-1 Energy swords, a M6CSOCOM sidearm, and a combat survival knife were attached to his black and steel armor as he got prepared to drop. The BR-85 went on his back as the energy swords were inserted into two holsters on his lower back. The M6C was inserted into his dimensional leveler storage system as the combat survival knife was place in the sheath on his left shoulder. Godspeed, Spartan. Cerulean Actual, General Spencer Hood, spoke over his communications system as he readied the plasma rifles he carried, Operation NOBLE SCOURGE is now Green lighted. Just keep the ground clear. He replies dryly, looking at an ODST with a dismissive wave. A Jiralhanae Chieftain sniffed the air, the body of a puny humanNerem, cough cough not sorry smeared along the ground under it's Gravity Hammer. It smelt the scent of a second human nearby. It couldn't quite pinpoint where the human was but it was eager to find them. It wanted to taste it's meat and savor it. The human he killed wasn't looking real appetizing so he track the other one down. BGM Insert Disturbed- Sacrifice A cry from one of its brethren caught its attention, followed by something crashing through the ceiling. A roar of challenge billowed from it as it saw one of the Human's demons rise from the wreckage. The Spartan let it's weapons attach to its thighs as it drew two energy swords. It readied it's Gravity hammer as it stomped toward the demon as it heard it speak. It's words meant nothing to it. It would die all the same. Catch you fuckers at a bad time? It was on from there as it rushed the demon. It danced to the side as the Chieftain blew by, bashing the door to a lab clean in as the impact shattered glass. The chieftain recovered and swung it's hammer, only hitting air as the demon back flipped outta range before hitting it with a flying dropkick down the hall. It flew back a few moments before landing hard, it neck torqued badly from how it hit the ground. Roaring, it stood and rushed against, pulling up rather short to swing it's hammer while spinning like a ugly looking ballerina. This caught the demon by surprise and sent it crashing into the lab missing the door. Gahhoumph!! The Spartan cried with a painful grunt, his TacBio readings flaring red as he recovered quickly, Okay, asshole, you just caught a war.... He caught a civilian out the corner of his eye, one that caused him to almost lock up. It.... It was her, the friend he'd been taken from. Unfortunately, he wasn't given time to ponder it as years of ingrained Spartan training overrode his sudden urge to reveal himself. That brute was coming, and this demon was now pissed. Taken now by a desire to protect the civilian that he felt went back into his childhood, he caught the Hammer and wrenched it from the Chieftain as he turned. Pivoting on his left foot, he caught the chieftain with a stab of the bladed part, spun to bash the same spot with the pommel of the hammer, than counter-spun to launch the chieftain into the ceiling where it stayed with its body dangling. Stay. He said malevolently, impaling the chieftain with the bladed end of the hammer though it's heart before going to where the civilian was, not realizing his visor was cracked and his breathing was slightly ragged, You okay, Ma'am? It's clear for now, but I doubt a tray is gonna do much of anything against a brute.