HRP Second Story Chapter 1

I stumbled down the streets, doing my best despite the rain and wind pushing me everywhere.

I need to find shelter...

I was still to close to the UNSC base, I needed to get as far away as I could. I look up hoping for an answer from the gods, only to see a phantom falling and crash somewhere up ahead in the city... the gods won't be helping us. I keep on walking until I came upon a dead Sangheili laying in the street.

"Forgive me brother."

I take off his helmet and use it to send out a distress beacon under my name. I place the Helmet on my hip and set off once again down the road.

Me and my pack see that the heritics are still fighting what little forces we have near the base, despite the storm. We take shleter in a nearby heritic building to wait out the storm.

I had awoken from a slumber forced upon me from our crash, every inch of me ached. I could hear the painful moans of the remaining crew. To the sound of heavy dripping; I instinctively opened my eyes to notice one of the engineers were hung above me. A large part of fuselage had impaled him. My entire helmet and torso covered in the blood.

What of Veer and the other Spec ops? I attempted to climb out of the wreckage and stood upon our phantom, looking up at the lightning and rain. I jumped down and took shelter under a small concave opening in the phantom, and waited.

I came around the corner of a building and saw the crashed Phantom. The drop ship had been torn to hell then crashed into a building. I stumbled up to, passing flaming bits of the ship.

"Hello!" I yelled aloud in my native tongue.

I had my Active Cameo on, If any humans were around they wouldn't see me anyways.

I heard a shout on the other side of the Phantom, Engaged Camoflage and gripped my Carbine. "Who goes there?!" I shouted, pointing my rifle over the scattered bits of the Phantom. It seemed as if i was just hearing things, nothing but the sounds of rain pattering between the echoing call and I. I crept around the Phantoms wreckage to find a better viewpoint. Halting and studying my Motion tracker.

I see splash to my right out of the corner of my eye. I turn and look but theres nothing there.

Another Spec Ops.

"Don't fret Sangheili, I'm friendly."

I lower my Cameo to show him I speak the truth. I sway alittle bit and stagger to keep myself steady.

"We must take shelter soon, are there any others? Have you searched?"

I lowered my Carbine and presented my self upon the Phantom.

"I do not have knowledge of other survivors, I had only just awoken. The only thing that may show us: is this... iron casket".

lightly batting the Phantoms hull to produce a clanking sound.

"I need assistance prying open the rest of this wretched scrap pile..."

I walk over to the phantom.

"I'll give it a effort."

I clear some rubble out of the way and grab on one of the destroyed opening doors and begin to pyre it off.

"Ugh where is that luge Tarkus when I need him. Come give me a hand, and whats your name?" I say to the other Spec Ops.

I gripped the door and began to rip it back.

"I am Vaht, and you are?"

"Seems we cannot force it open from the outside, I'll climb into the gravity lift and open it."

" Enir 'Nusosee, Lone Special Ops Agent."

I say to him as he climbs onto the phantom.

I could hear rustling, quite a distance away. My head was stiff as a board, battered by the impact. I mustered the grip of the floor and I tried to pull myself up...I could not. I withheld the pain and lifted my head up, looking down...

"Vorel, svabol ui sia sisvikav?

Spoiler:

I whispered faintly to myself, until my voice was met with that of the construct.

"Uploading the diagnostics now. It is good to have you back..."

Code:

System Diagnostics: Protocol 1B C2

There is various muscle damage, exceeding 46 percent of the wounds.
- Pulled ligaments
- Torn calf

There are various brain dysfunctional properties(?):
-Concussion
-Brain Damage
-Tiredness

Additional Notes:

-There seems to be a puncture in your stomach
-Part of the Phantom appears to be inside of you
-Movement will cause internal and external bleeding and discomfort

Recommendations: Visit physician and Huragok immediately for surgery/operations

I blinked and froze in astonishment. I looked around in search of fellow warriors...but I could not see through the thick fog and smoke. I had landed some way away from the initial crash, and I appeared to be in a pool of water; crimson water. I tried to move, before I gritted my teeth...I saw what was causing the pain...the fuselage embedded into me, pinning me in the ditch.

Every time I moved, blood seeped through the wound.

"What...is my best option?"

"Calling for medical assistance would be the wisest option."

"Communications are down, there is no help."

"Then I am afraid then is no other alternative, than death."

I lay back, relaxed with the warm feeling and sound of death.

Dropping into the Phantom, i immediately slid to the door and began to ram into it.

"Just... One... Moment."

I struck the door one last time, bashing the hunk of metal down.

I hide behind a car to take shelter from the fusillade of rifle rounds, to reload my cannon, and to collect my thoughts. A small, but well armed force. Enough ammunition to hold out on us for quite some time. I looked down, seeing my own blood trickle down my chest, bullet holes in 3 spots, other dents covering my master-forged armor. I roar, the blood lust letting itself manifest in me once more. I stand up and continue to fire.

When the Brute took cover I used that as an opportunity to reload my MA5.
My hand swiftly throws the spent magazine on the ground, then pulls out a new one from one of my pouches. I continue firing at the beast as he rises from his cover.

I roar in pain, dropping my cannon, picking up a quarter-ton piece of rubble, and throwing it at the ODST with a herculean strength, even for a brute. It smashes his cover, warping and destroying it. My shields recharge, and begin to fire more accurate Plasma Rifle bursts at the daemons on the wall.

"Holy sh..."
Before I'm able to finish my sentence I launch myself backwards, away from the giant ass rock that crushes the cement road block I was taking cover behind. I stay in a prone position behind the pile of now nothing but broken rocks. I crawl to the side of it, so I might see the battlefield.

I step into the destroyed Phantom and look around. I see some bodies of Sangheili Spec Ops laying on the floor or impaled on the walls.

"No signs of Life."

I sigh and turn and step out of the ship.

"I'll search the surroundings, if you survived its likely others did." I call out to Vaht. I begin shifting through the rubble and searching around the surrounding area.

"You speak truly, I have not found Veer's body..."

I began rifling through loose parts of the hull. My vision still distorted from the heavy drop.

Continually searching through the Phantom, checking the bodies of the dead. I stepped out of the Phantom.

I stood there, watching the rain fall as it finished clearing the blood from my armor.

"Have you found anything brother?"

/me sprints at the piece of cover the black-armored blasphemer was using. "Fool, prepare to die!" I cried, jumping it and preparing to execute the ODST.

"Spec Ops Officer Veer 'Kai Zamamee?" I perk up when I hear the name.

My mind flash backs to what was less than a hour ago, when Veer contacted me telling me to retreat.

I came really close to being on this Phantom...

I cold shiver went down my back. The Prophets war on humanity had cost both sides lots of deaths and loses. I personally, along with a small number of Sangheili, resented the Prophets. Some of the clans weren't so happy when the Sangheili joined forces with the San 'Shyuum, even know, some clans views still hold. The Prophets have us casting ourselves away while slaughtering millions, and for what... a 'Great Journey'.

"Spread out and look around, we need to find him" I shout to the other Ops.

((BTW Saarthal, I'm just a marine not an ODST.))

I roll on my back and point my assault rifle at the Brute chieftain.
I pause for a moment torn between: Run, or shoot?
I fire off a couple of bursts from my MA5, inaccurately with only my left hand holding it up.
While my right hand grabbed a hand full of dirt/sand/small pieces of rubble, and pitched it into the beasts face. Hoping it would get into it's eyes, and temporarily blind it.

I became alert when i heard the excruciating screams from what was obviously a sangheili warrior.

"Come Enrir, we must assist him!"

Charging at the echoing shreik, i began to feel a burst of energy. eager to rescue my comrade.

I run over to them, my sword was out in my hand by natural instinct. I quickly catch up to Vaht, despite my wound, and see a Sangheili with a Pipe sticking out of it. Not knowing how to help him without further increasing the blood loss, I just stand there.

"Quickly! we must escort him to a Huragok or... or something!"

I began to examine Veer's wound, eager to assist in any way i could.

"I... I do not know what we can do, we must get him inside! Time is of the essence!"

I immediately responded to his command and began to pull the pipe lodged in his torso

"forgive me brother, for bringing such pain upon you."

I heaved the pipe out of his chest and tossed it aside.

"Shall we go now? this rain must feel like death on your wound."

I walk around to the wounded Sangheili and offer my hand to him.

"We most move quickly, we are still in enemy territory and this storm looks like it won't be letting up."

I spy a large hospital a some odd blocks down the street.

"There, we can take shelter and hopefully close up this wound."

"You must be Veer. I guess we were destined to meet anyways."

I give a chuckle, and pull him up. Me and Vaht both supported him up to evenly distribute the weight between us. My wound would make it harder for me to carry him, but I think I could manage for a while.

"We must not dally, that wound is bleeding to fast."

We start making our way down the street.

"Veer stop, you know they are gone."

I place a hand on his shoulder.

"If there is anyone else there isn't much we can do."

"My HUD is fried... I was struck by lighting..."

I shake my head and look around, scanning the area.

Which is going to kill us first? The storm, or the humans?

"Stop Veer! We must dress your wounds or you will bleed out!"

I took hold of Veer by the plate of armor on his back, beginning to return his to the previous task we were set to.

"You are too important for death, let us help you. Then we shall search for our bretherin."

I growl.

"Well lets hope theres enough supplies, I've been leaking blood for awhile now its starting to take a toll.."

"... I'll keep watch..."

I walk alittle away and activate my active cameo.

Survival of the fittest. Respect won't kill an enemy and honor won't heal the dead...

The thing about war is you have to adapt... I had to adapt, and others will too for survival. If Sangheili weren't so stubborn they would realize this, but no. They uphold tradition' and will probably do so for years to come...

I flee back into the camp, away from the beast, allowing my fellow comrades to deal with it.
Seeing that things died down by a bit, except the weather, I made my way over to the mess tent to grab some grub.

"I'll search the supply crates."

I began rifling through the crates; in search of medical equipment...

Taking hold of a small medical satchel, i opened it and placed the selection of remedies on a makeshift table.

My armor was still doused by the blood of my brothers, the rain did little to remove such a dishonor.

I head back to the tents after the area was secure. Any of the remaining Covenant were killed or they retreated. Our snipers made sure of that.

I glanced to the outside the of the phantom, admiring the storm's strength.

"Such a brutal storm, shame it has brought us a grave."