UNSC Warlord Chapter 17 Part 3

[Fishy]

 

~Chapter 17-Part 3: All is Lost~

 

“Team Lord, glad you could make it!” The spartan shouted.

 

“Uh, who are you, may I ask?” Sarge walked up to the unnamed spartan. “Oh, my sincere apologize Commander Moth. I didn’t realize it was you...”

 

“No need for that. I need you in here! We have things that need to be done, and need to be done quick!” Moth looked up in the distance. “Why is that transport leaving? Who gave an order?”

 

Moth took off inside. “I guess we better get inside as well.” Sarge walked inside the building. Team Lord walked in a straight line behind him. Starting with Alex, Bek, etc.

 

“Hotel-Whiskey 314, do you mind telling me what you’re doing leaving with that ship!?” Moth was angrier than ever. “You were under a direct order not to leave until Noble Six got those Anti-Air weapons online!”

 

Hotel-Whiskey 314 responded back briefly, “We’re getting the hell out of here. Screw the evac!” The thrusters kicked on a few seconds later.

 

“I swear to god those three will be court martialed when I get out of here.” Moth slammed his fist as hard as he could on a table. The legs crushed and the table fell apart on itself. It looked like what would happen when you match a Scorpion versus a mongoose.

 

An explosion went off outside, it shook the entire building. Alex walked over to the window. “Commander.”

 

“Yes?” Moth replied.

 

“That evac ship that just started to take off, it’s crashing in the bay right now. Corvette got it.” Alex just stared vigilantly out the window.

 

Moth was enraged, “God damn it! I told him not to leave until the area is clear.” Moth walked over to the other side of the room.

 

“Civilian transport 7 Echo 3 to Warlord Actual. My engines are hot. Waiting for your go.”

 

“Copy that 7 Echo 3. Fox Actual is on the beach. Spartan’s going to clear the skies.” Moth replied back.

 

“Commander! The covies are almost through my door!”

 

Duvall came in on the conversation, “Steady Echo 3, that Corvette is still up there!”

 

“That’s it! They’ve breached the landing bay!”

 

The AA batteries activated. They both turned at a 78 degree angle. Aimed at the Corvette ship right above the city.

 

Duvall was over the radio again, “It’s now or never, Spartan!”

 

The AA guns were online and fired. Six rockets were launched in the air.

 

“C’mon. Hit it. Hit it...” Dumby mumbled to himself. Biggles heard him, but decided not to say anything, he only agreed in his thoughts.

 

The Corvette was on the move, slowly but it was about to gain speed.

 

Five of the rockets hit the face of the Corvette. A drastic explosion shook the building Team Lord was in. It was the Corvette, lit up in flames headed down towards the crash in the sea.

 

“Civilian Transports, you are cleared for departure.” Moth was calm, a hint of happiness was in his voice. Not much.

 

A loud pound was heard in the background. Doors were torn off and metal was being scraped.

 

“What. What was that?” Destroyer acted as if he was the only one who heard it.

 

“Whatever it is, we need to go deal with it and get out of here.” Moth was pumped as ever.

 

"Sarge, take point. I'll cover the exit. Archangel, you flank the right. Bek, hold this position." Moth barked loud and clear. The sound of gauss and banshee's could be heard outside.

 

"Paladin, how much longer before you get here?" Sarge opened his comms. He turned the corner and engaged two grunts. "Now now, controlled bursts Sergeant." He told himself.

 

"Sarge, you there yet?" Moth broke in. He had his scope steadied on a brute chieftain. He fired the sniper rifle. Headshot.

 

"Almost, just a little more... Oh no. This can't be happening." Sarge face turned to horror.

 

"Spit it out, Sergeant." Moth dropped his magazine and clicked in a fresh one.

 

"We've got ourselves three corvettes and a super carrier out in the distance." Sarge relied.

 

"May god have mercy..." Moth broke off.

 

“Moth, you still there?” Sarge was worried. Did something happen to him?

 

“Yeah, there’s an Elite. Could use some help. Nothing bad yet. Damn Covie won’t back off.” Moth sounded grudged.

 

“On our way, Commander.” Sarge replied.

 

“Alex, do you think you could meet up with us? Need your help.” Sarge ordered.

 

“Give me a second. On my way.”  Alex broke out of the room and hurried as fast as he could. He turned left. Wrong room. The door sealed behind him.

 

There was someone else in the room, he could feel it. He could make an outline of a figure in the corner.

 

"Hmmm... Again, we meet." The ghastly figure uttered out of the dark lighted room.

 

"Who are you? You sound familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" Spartan II-Alex was intimidated by this, this thing. Who was he? The voice was as if...

 

"We've already met." The ghastly figure walked forward. Alex noticed something in his hand.

 

An energy sword knuckle.

 

"Lan Chorus..." Alex was in complete shock.

 

At that moment, Phoenix ran in the room. "Alex, Sarge needs you out front right now!" He stopped. "Alex, what's going on?"

 

Lan smiled and lunged forward.

 

"Phoenix! No!" Alex screamed.

 

Lan moved at an incredible speed. His fist hit Phoenix in the skull at such an incredible rate it knocked him out cold.

 

“You’ll pay for that!” Alex grabbed an energy sword knuckle, activated it and rushed at Lan.

 

Blocked.

 

Lan just stood there and smiled. “Hehe. You’re not going to win this time, boy.” He kicked Alex in the chest.

 

Alex held his ground, he lunged again with the sword, he had so much anger in him he felt like he could punch out a wall.

 

Blocked, again.

 

Alex was at such a high level of tolerance, he was absolutely done. Rage took him over.

He swung fast and furious, the hits knocked back Lan Chorus. But did nothing, he blocked everything.

Lan just stood there and smiled and laughed. “You’re going to lose boy.”

 

Sarge came in from behind Lan Chorus. Shotgun on him, aimed at the back of his head.

 

Slice.

 

Sarge collapsed.

 

“Sarge?” Alex looked over at him. He gasped in horror. An energy dagger was stuck in his neck. It was then withdrawn. The user uncloaked itself. It was an Elite Zealot.

 

“Commander, we must go. The Arbiter needs you back on board.” The Zealot eyed Alex.

 

“I’ll be back for you later.” Lan rushed Alex and knocked him backwards into the wall, the impact immobilized him for a few seconds with shock. Lan left with the Zealot.

 

Jack and Biggles walked into the room, “We came as soon as we heard. How can...” They broke off after they saw Sarge. “No. No it can’t be.”

 

Doc ran into the room, he fired two shots from his magnum behind him. “We’re ready to go guys. Bek just gave an all clear...” Tears began to roll down his eyes. “No. No it can’t be.” Doc bursted into tears. “Those two shots from my magnum, they must have been a coincidence from when I first met Sarge... I’m already remembering all of our memories...” Doc collapsed on the floor in tears. He couldn’t gain control, he felt like everything he had was lost. “I can’t do this. Out of all of you, I cared about him the most. He was always there with me to cover my back.” He sobbed some more. Now he was on the floor, arms over each other. All he could do was moan.

 

Architect approached Doc, “Doc, we need to go. We can’t stay here.” He laid his hand on his shoulder.

 

“No! I won’t go! Not without Sarge with us!” Doc broke into a rage of sadness. As quick as lightning, he pulled the magnum from his belt and fired it between Architects eyes. He was dead.

 

The team just backed up. Doc was back on his arms, magnum in his belt. “We need to go. Leave him here.” The team left the room.

 

“Fauz and Gregor. You to take point. Moth is waiting for us.” Alex ordered, though there was a hint of sorrow in him. He closed the door to Sarge and Architect’s bodies. He then sealed it shut, afraid Doc would come after them.

 

“About time! Where’s the other three? Nevermind, doesn’t matter. We have a problem.” Moth pointed over in the field. Two Scarabs were headed right at them along with four wraiths, an anti-air wraith, and about eight ghosts.

“Now would be a good time for your friends.”

 

The team took a defensive position. Phantoms and Spirits were headed onto the field. Both Scarab’s stopped, they were charging their weapons. The first one fired, completely missed. The second one fired, with the utmost luck, Phoenix jumped off the gauss turret fast enough as it exploded.

 

There was three wraiths down and all of the ghosts were eliminated. Only two Scarabs, one wraith and one anti-air wraith were headed at them. The phantoms were engaged on the left wing against Moth, Bek, Fauz, Gregor, Alex, and Archangel.

 

“Really could use some help, Alex said.”

 

“BAHAHAHAHAHA” Someone screamed over the COMS.

 

“OUCH! My ears!” Jack covered them. “Destroyer, stop it!”

 

“Wasn’t me.” Destroyer stared at him.

 

Biggles noticed a light shined in the background.

 

Now it didn’t, because it was in the hull of first Scarab. Which was now collapsed and about to explode. It did.

Biggles must have been hallucinating, because it happened out all at once and so fast.

 

“Get up. Get up.” Someone was going through trouble to lift him. It was Cajun.

 

“Cajun. Why are you here?” Alex walked over.

 

“Oh, I’m here to evac you then go for the other two.” Cajun replied.

 

“Other two? What do you mea-” Moth looked over, there was a Scorpion engaged with the ground vehicles and phantoms and spirits. “Paladin?” He looked at the Scarab, which was awkwardly not in motion. Someone was on board doing one hell of a job with his knife. “Who’s that?”

 

Cajun assisted the others onto the Pelican. “That’s Zen. He’s crazy, but ONI said it was necessary to drop him on there. Now lets go!” Cajun floored the Pelican over to Paladin, he waited on the side of his tank. He jumped in.

 

Cajun then flew over to pick up Zen.

 

Wasn’t noticeable at first, but a cloaked figure hopped on board. It then uncloaked as the hatch closed, it was Zen. He sat over in a seat, he had a great bright smile on his face and couldn’t stop the shake in his legs.

 

“At least someone had a good time...” Muttered Dumby.

 

“UNSC Warlord, this is Team Lord, inbound for boarding, roger.” Cajun prepped the pelican.

 

“Eh, no.” They replied.

 

“Open the doors, Osiris.” Phoenix felt like Cajun rolled his eyes when he muttered that.

 

“I guess. I’ll take off the Archer missiles... Was going to have fun with you all. Heheh.”

 

They boarded the Pelican. The door sealed behind them. The ship prepared for a jump.

 

“We’re jumping, now?” Alex questioned Moth.

 

Moth looked over at him, “Yes, and that’s why.” He pointed out the window. Three Covenant Cruisers glassed the

area they just were at.

 

Alex just stood there.

 

The ship jumped.

 

~End of Chapter 17 Part 3~

 

 

 

Ready? REady? REAdy? READy? READY? ARE YOU READY, SOLDIERS?

[Yoshi1176]

I enjoyed reading this one!

 

So sad Sarge died though... Not to mention Doc going insane. War, it's a terrible thing...

 

 

 

Lol

[Fishy]

I enjoyed reading this one!

 

So sad Sarge died though... Not to mention Doc going insane. War, it's a terrible thing...

 

 

 

Lol

Indeed it is. But lets not forget that Architect lost his poor life, trying to comfort him.

[Guts]

Well....that was unexpected....completely. Nice chapter Ultimate Remnant