IC - UNSC Infinity, Didact's Vengeance - 13:34
[color=#000000;]"Sir, we have Spartans deployed." A Marine reported to Lasky, then immediately returned to frantically attempting to get the ship's defenses running. Hot...hot...what if we die? What happens to the rest of us? Is there a heaven or ######?[/color]
[color=#000000;]What the heck am I doing?! The Marine quickly pressed buttons, jumping to back to the here and now.[/color]
[color=#000000;]Lasky ran out to a hallway, then pressed a wall comm. "Good, Spartans. Good enough. Marines have clearance to get in now, seems like our backup's a bit busy." He rushed back to find the Marine huddled on the ground in a fetal position. That was utterly ridiculous. He grabbed the Marine and pulled him out of the baking oven of a room, chastising him so furiously that the words hardly made sense. Who could blame him? The Infinity was almost certainly doomed, and these trained Marines were behaving worse than drunken ODSTs![/color]
[color=#40e0d0;]Palmer picked up on the transmission, having long since rushed to find and help more Spartans who were in tight spots so they could help the boarding effort. The captain seemed flustered.[/color]
[color=#40e0d0;]For a moment she felt a twinge of jealousy at his higher rank. Surely her firm leadership could bring them to a disciplined, organized balance of attack and defense. So she would have come to believe, if her prideful thoughts weren't shattered by the sound of explosions rocking in some fuel lines and wires throughout the ship. As a wall nearly slammed into her, she realized that everyone was under a lot of stress.[/color]
[color=#40e0d0;]She found a Spartan, desperately defending the Infinity. She wasn't too far from a hangar, so she had probably arrived at one before. It seemed the Prometheans were doing their best to prevent boarders from leaving. Their best wasn't good enough when someone who had been running around the ship had quite a good chance of acquiring a rocket launcher along the way.[/color]
[color=#40e0d0;]The explosion took Meredith's shield down, destroying her targets. "Fit for duty, Spartan?" Palmer handed Meredith the powerful weapon. "If you are, keep this." She ran down the hall without bothering to find out, immediately opening fire with an SMG and a very old, battered Plasma Rifle. [/color]
The calm inside the ship would have been startling, if calm was a startling feeling. Halfway through Palmer's trip to Meredith, something had happened, and Lasky realized what. The battlecruisers glassing the ship had eased up.
[color=#800000;]"Urodan Rtas 'Vadum!" The Elite roared and signaled with his hand to divert power from the energy projectors to the forward batteries. The edges of 'Vadum's fleet were bombarded with plasma fire, while proton missiles rushed at them. Phantoms flew to engage those deployed by the Elite Shipmaster, while Seraphs broke off from the rest of the group to engage the Spartans and Marines.[/color]
[color=#800000;]Pelicans and Broadswords came under fire, including the Broadsword piloted by Beth. Its shields glowed as fast plasma bolts impacted its sides. The Seraphs were swarming them, trying to prevent any further boarding. [/color]
Ace and his ODSTs suddenly realized that the yellow dot was moving. From the bridge, 'Mdama could see everything on board the ship, and had decided to move the key around the ship to send the boarders on an eternal chase.
Eternal. That word had been so overused by the Prophets, along with "salvation", "sacred", "holy", "blessed", and a few other words that made the Storm Covenant leader sick. It was disgusting, having to pretend to believe all that to get followers. He put in a comm. "Hakade morte furh mizon Demons tor junakal." Now, the Demons and their pets would pay.
Prometheans were upon the boarding party, more than they could fight. As they began to try to do so anyway, over twenty Marines provided the backup they could--first by crashing a Pelican right through the hangar, into the hallway, and on top of five Knights, and then by spraying with their SAWs and hoping they would hit something enough to kill it.
[color=#8b4513;]"I got three Crawlers and a Watcher!" A Marine looked to the one behind him, who had actually slammed the rear of his gun into a Battlewagon's face and killed it.[/color]
"...That still only counts as one!"
[color=#000000;]The glassing had eased, but that wasn't the same as stopping. The Infinity could no longer operate its forward batteries, despite the crippling of the Vengeance. Lasky sent a transmission. "Rtas! Good to see you! I heard you were a friend...of a friend...of one of my friends. Can you divert fire to the Battlecruisers glassing us?" Another explosion ended the slight calm. Hopefully not a calm before a storm. And probably not, if this Shipmaster was as great as the records said.[/color]
[color=#006400;]Another transmission reached Master Chief as he stood at a dead end. Multiple yellow dots were on his radar, but he couldn't go directly to them. The only path, as the ODSTs' map showed, was into another room down another hallway. Two hallways led into that room, one with Chief and his men, another with Ace and his. It wasn't exactly convenient that the hallways were divided by a wall.[/color]
[color=#006400;]A thought about how useful a nav point would be, and yet another about Cortana. It was becoming annoying to Chief, how he could still feel emotions after Cortana was gone. Emotions like that didn't help you fire a weapon, or run, or fight. He nearly missed the transmission, but it was clear enough.[/color]
[color=#000000;]"Chief, Hardlight! Your groups need to rendezvous at the closest point possible, then proceed further. That way you'll have enough manpower to get that key, I hope." Two Marines dropped dead, emphasizing the word hope after the captain had said it. "Any further boarders should just kill Covenant, flank to get to the key, or destroy key ship systems. We need to exhaust them more than they've exhausted us if this is gonna work."[/color]