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Floodgates Part 1
Grix! Watch the right flank!
Well be overwhelmed within minutes!
Then this is where we make our stand, the parasite cannot be allowed to pass!
Azhaq, on your rear!
The small squad of Elites fought furiously in the wreckage of the crashed, Flood infected, Covenant cruiser in the human city of New Mombasa. Teams had been deployed all over the city to try and stem the outbreak.
The Floodgates have been opened, and the force unleashed cannot be stopped.
Azhaq and his small squad had come under heavy fire seconds and emerging from their drop pods after landing in the city. In an attempt to survive they had taken cover in the first place that they came across, the crashed cruiser. They had lost contact with the Second Squad led by Delerzan hours ago even though they had landed kilometres apart.
A maelstrom of projectiles flew past the heads of the squad, both human and Covenant weapons were being fired on them.
Truth and Judgement Part 5
Planet Sangheilios -0941 hours, 2551
2 Days later
Flashes of memories played through Azhaqs head. He saw a giant computer and then himself, his face was shocked and horrified, what could make him look like that?
Then he was in a hangar....and there was a demon there, but they werent fighting....they were talking. Then suddenly he was falling from the sky and there was blinding pain and he started running, what was he running from?
Then bullets were flying everywhere and he couldnt walk but he was moving backwards, being dragged by someone and then everything went black.
Azhaq awoke with a start and in a panic.
Where is my armour? Am I alive? Where am I? He thought.
As he realised where he was in everything suddenly came flooding back to him. The military base, the Spartan and his escape.
He sat up and tried to stretch causing him to feel a flare of pain throughout his body.
You should really try and stay still brother.
Truth and Judgement Part 4
Planet Thrax -1625 hours, 2551
I am such an idiot! cursed Azhaq.
Missile lock intoned the Hornet.
I know! How did I forget about the accursed air defences?
The radar picked up multiple incoming objects, closing at high speed.
Havent got enough time or speed to evade them...that leaves one choice.
Azhaq pulled back his fist and began battering the windscreen of the Hornet.
The sound of shattering glass could be heard only moments before the missiles impacted with the rear of the hornet.
The hornet buckled and exploded, engines spun off in different directions and wheeled down to the ground. However something fell that was not Hornet debris, a semi-conscious Elite also dropped from the wreckage.
Forcing himself to stay awake he brought himself out of freefall and into a head first dive, diverting all of his armours power to the shields around his head and upper body causing those regions of his body to glow with a bright
Umbra Aeterna Part 1
Screams in the night. They echoed throughout the city. A lone figure silhouetted against the night sky, perched atop a local hotel. A banner flapping in the wind was the only movement in the still night.
Draxon raised his scarred head as soon as the sound reached him. Standing he looked down over the ledge of the roof, looking in the direction of the sound he dove headfirst from the building.
Waiting until he was a few feet from the concrete he stretched his wings wide and began to soar down the street. Beating his wings he closed in on the location of the screams, he could only hope he would make it in time.
The hulking wolfen creature hunted its prey down the street, leaping from car to car it toyed with its prey, allowing the pathetic furless creature to think it had escaped and then bounding up alongside it baring his glistening fangs. But the thrill of the hunt grew a bore quickly for the beast, leaping in front of the human he raised his snout and released a deafening roar and
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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