Cortanas voice chimes in my comm, "Yes, you will die here, you will eventually meet up with us at the control center, but will stay hidden for a few hours as we take care of the covenant. The other marines though, will continue with the mission as their helmets record our conversations. In that aspect we will shutdown your gears electronics. You will no longer be able to contact us with exception of your AI. A lot of work is going into hiding you, and the captain. A lot of Data is being edited, and when the two of us return to earth, people will have a lot of questions. Since you might not understand, I already tap most of the recordings on everyone's helmets when they connect to the comm, and I'm required to save those files. Only those who died will I need to save from directly by fail safe. As such, know Oni has ways of gathering data, and I have no doubt they will find the recordings in my files."
I didn't realize they recorded so much, cortana continues as I'm awed by Big Brother, "Just as well, another pelican will also be left as 'destroyed', the AI will control it once we're ready for you to join us, for now you will familiarize yourself with the new AI. Till then, goodbye Mr Petrov."
When her voice cuts out, I hear a buzz, I take off my helmet as it got louder. I didn't realize our gear had a self destruct function...I look towards master chief wondering what he's gonna say, but he merely pats my shoulder, "good luck"
I can't help but feel nervous as Masterchief turns around. He throws a plasma grenade at the door, and once it explodes, sucker punches me into the wall, even with my armor it hit the separate plate covering my stomach.
Masterchief hit hard enough I feel my insides churn, "bleghhh" My throat burns, and the acrid taste burns my mouth, and nose. I feel the taste getting stronger, "bleghhhh" I throw up again.
he picks up the elites gun, and shoots my shoulder, and chest. I cry from the pain as it burns, while part of it feels cold.
Nausea...pain..., "bleghhhhh", while I lay on the floor, he shoots the elites corpse with his weapon, and begins to leave.
...seeing Masterchief walk away as I lay on the floor leaves me cold. I see the blood, and puke around me, I try to get up, but my eyes burn more. Why does it burn as my tears stream out, and before I can get to my knees I slip, and fall back down.... I try to crawl to my backpack, I can't move my right arm, and I'm scared about the part that's cold. My tears burn more, is it the salt in my sweat? my nose is starting to burn as well, I can taste iron in my mouth, but that acrid taste mixed in makes me throw up again. My nose is so damn runny as it goes down my face, I can't breathe, I fumble for my med pack. ...it burns...once I find it, I inject my arm, I don't know how the damn thing works, but my arm starts to feel better.
I can feel it in my arm, it's cold, like saline during a blood drive, I feel dizzy...but I can't stay here....
...I use my working hand to open my canteen from my satchel, I get it open, and gargle some water before spitting it out to get rid of the taste, my stomach churns again as I groan, after which, I close it, and put it away. I think I'm a little better, I grab my backpack, and try to stand up again, but I immediately lose feeling in my legs as I drop. ...my legs gave out completely, so I crawl...I drag my bag with me, crawling towards Masterchief, my sight starts getting fuzzy, I can't see. I'm light headed...nauseous, pain, my head....
...I didn't think that they'd do this, but why, there's no need to go this far, there's many things they could do....
*head hits floor*
...A marine drinks from his canteen on the floor above with others as he waits for Masterchief, and a corporal. He noticed early on how useful the corporal was with his pistol combination. he was a pretty good shot, and was quick to take the covenants shields down. The guys with him were eating a little from their rations, everyone's been high strung as they lost close friends in the recent battles. Though he must admit, recons have been great lately, they even spotted a bunch of grunts with fuel rods earlier, and no one died taking them down, must be a new record.
He notices a plasma pistol next to a dead grunt, and picks it up, seeing how useful it is, might as well keep one on him. The other marines notice his actions, and ask him what he's doing. Since it's a good weapon for pesky shields, he tells them how quickly they got rid of the jackals, and elite with it. They look around, and grab some plasma pistols, with exception of one that was empty near the entrance before waiting back inside.
The marine takes another swig of water from his canteen, and puts it back in his satchel when he hears a plasma explosion followed by a firefight. He, and the rest of the Marines on the upper level look at each other before they come running down. They slow down as they notice the Masterchief, but the Marine feels somethings odd.
He notices that the corporal was missing, he tries to pass the masterchief, but masterchief stops him, "he's dead, leave him". Looking at Masterchief he nods, he quickly looks around the corner, and sees the guy he rode with just a little bit ago on the floor.
Blood, and puke trails the corporal, looks like he tried to crawl as the blood trailed behind him, he even had his backpack in his hand, and the sniper that was on his back was next to the wall when he got blasted by the grenade. "poor bastard, bad way to go,"
"Hurry up Marine" Cortana chimes into his comm, he turns around, and follows after Masterchief.