2 Pics (Note a few things: This is not a mistake. This is the third part, the other two are solely written media. 2. The photos display the ending events of this specific part. 3. This part features JoeFilms, Survivor11, Nigel and Z19. )
The Monster Inside Us - Part 3
Joe sprinted, his metal feet kicking up dirt and bits of rock into the air all around him. The gunfire continued, anguished cries unfamiliar to Joe filling the air. Joe sighed, relief flooding his body. He reached to his back, grabbing the MA5 magnetically attached to his back armor. He slowed, a few meters from where the gunfire blazed. He checked the ammo counter - a thirty-two rounds. Full mag.
He turned a rocky corner, where the gunfire from his teammate's weapons sounded off at the enemies.
He rushed up a short incline, the rocks slipping out beneath his feet, but he charged.
"Joe!" Nigel shouted, the spartan turning on his heels and staring at Joe.
"Where are the others?!"
"I don't know! I heard the gunfire, and rushed up here."
Nigel fired off a few rounds, and a groan, then scream, came from across the cliff.
Joe looked around. Survivor, bearing his white Mark iv armor and rapidly firing a SAW, seemingly missing, but metallic clangs told otherwise. Nigel, in his blue defender armor, and firing few select rounds from his DMR, had moved over to a large rock, and was peaking out from behind it every few seconds to shoot. Off in the distance, hovering above the Capitol, was a Phantom, pure purple with blue lights blinking, the doors opened, a blaze of gunfire coming out from it.
Joe repositioned his rifle, peering down the modified scope and selecting a seemingly invisible human, then squeezed down on the trigger, the sound of the bulky gun filled his ears as the gun jerked back, the recoil barely affecting the experienced shooter. A shout erupted from the Phantom, and a dark mass fell from the enemy ship, a body thudding on the buildings below, screams from the Capitol's residents echoed. Joe grinned.
He squeezed down, repeatedly firing the gun, the light from the flare illuminating the darkening afternoon.
A flurry of movement a few feet from Survivor's position caught Joe's glare.
It seemed to break all physics. There was a spatial difference, reflective and peculiar, unlike in the open space.
He recognized it nearly immediately.
It was an elite.
The shape transformed before Joe's eyes into a Sangheli warrior, bearing a light blue energy sword, shimmering before Survivor.
"Survivor!" Joe shouted, aiming his gun at the alien form. Survivor looked at Joe, puzzled, then behind, and saw the elite. He jumped to the side as the elite roared, and stabbed downward, its sword piercing the rock where Survivor had once hidden behind.
The elite leaped down from the rock it was perched on, and ran at Survivor. Survivor fired his SAW at the elite while Joe's MA5 ammo counter clicked numbers off as he shot his weapon at the alien. The Sangheli's shield flashed as the two Spartans fired at it, the elite slashing and stabbing at Survivor as the other dodged and ducked, diving and rolling to avoid the enemy. A flash of red roller around the cliff slightly above the elite, and Z-19 jumped down from a rock overhead, his knife unsheathed as the elite's shields failed, the first rounds from Joe's gun piercing its skin and armor. Z-19 slashed his blade down into the Sangheli's neck, a splash of purple liquid launching into the air and crashing onto Z-19's red armor. The elite roared, Z-19 hanging onto its neck, dragging it down, and the elite thudded to the ground, a groan gurgling from its throat.
Joe's gun clicked, signaling he was out of ammunition. The gunfire had stopped, the Phantom fleeing.
"Well, then, thanks, i suppose," Survivor said, standing up slowly.
Z-19 mumbled. "No problem."
Nigel fired off one last shot, a warning to the enemy.
"We better radio this in," Nigel said. "Get ready. We're moving out. By the way, where's Murp?"
"He's fine. But, there is a problem," Z-19 responded, removing his helmet.
"What is it?" Survivor asked, rather snidely.
"The thing is," Z-19 said grimly, bowing his head so the shadows jumped out from his features in the light.
"I can't let you go."
The Monster Inside Us - Part 3
Joe sprinted, his metal feet kicking up dirt and bits of rock into the air all around him. The gunfire continued, anguished cries unfamiliar to Joe filling the air. Joe sighed, relief flooding his body. He reached to his back, grabbing the MA5 magnetically attached to his back armor. He slowed, a few meters from where the gunfire blazed. He checked the ammo counter - a thirty-two rounds. Full mag.
He turned a rocky corner, where the gunfire from his teammate's weapons sounded off at the enemies.
He rushed up a short incline, the rocks slipping out beneath his feet, but he charged.
"Joe!" Nigel shouted, the spartan turning on his heels and staring at Joe.
"Where are the others?!"
"I don't know! I heard the gunfire, and rushed up here."
Nigel fired off a few rounds, and a groan, then scream, came from across the cliff.
Joe looked around. Survivor, bearing his white Mark iv armor and rapidly firing a SAW, seemingly missing, but metallic clangs told otherwise. Nigel, in his blue defender armor, and firing few select rounds from his DMR, had moved over to a large rock, and was peaking out from behind it every few seconds to shoot. Off in the distance, hovering above the Capitol, was a Phantom, pure purple with blue lights blinking, the doors opened, a blaze of gunfire coming out from it.
Joe repositioned his rifle, peering down the modified scope and selecting a seemingly invisible human, then squeezed down on the trigger, the sound of the bulky gun filled his ears as the gun jerked back, the recoil barely affecting the experienced shooter. A shout erupted from the Phantom, and a dark mass fell from the enemy ship, a body thudding on the buildings below, screams from the Capitol's residents echoed. Joe grinned.
He squeezed down, repeatedly firing the gun, the light from the flare illuminating the darkening afternoon.
A flurry of movement a few feet from Survivor's position caught Joe's glare.
It seemed to break all physics. There was a spatial difference, reflective and peculiar, unlike in the open space.
He recognized it nearly immediately.
It was an elite.
The shape transformed before Joe's eyes into a Sangheli warrior, bearing a light blue energy sword, shimmering before Survivor.
"Survivor!" Joe shouted, aiming his gun at the alien form. Survivor looked at Joe, puzzled, then behind, and saw the elite. He jumped to the side as the elite roared, and stabbed downward, its sword piercing the rock where Survivor had once hidden behind.
The elite leaped down from the rock it was perched on, and ran at Survivor. Survivor fired his SAW at the elite while Joe's MA5 ammo counter clicked numbers off as he shot his weapon at the alien. The Sangheli's shield flashed as the two Spartans fired at it, the elite slashing and stabbing at Survivor as the other dodged and ducked, diving and rolling to avoid the enemy. A flash of red roller around the cliff slightly above the elite, and Z-19 jumped down from a rock overhead, his knife unsheathed as the elite's shields failed, the first rounds from Joe's gun piercing its skin and armor. Z-19 slashed his blade down into the Sangheli's neck, a splash of purple liquid launching into the air and crashing onto Z-19's red armor. The elite roared, Z-19 hanging onto its neck, dragging it down, and the elite thudded to the ground, a groan gurgling from its throat.
Joe's gun clicked, signaling he was out of ammunition. The gunfire had stopped, the Phantom fleeing.
"Well, then, thanks, i suppose," Survivor said, standing up slowly.
Z-19 mumbled. "No problem."
Nigel fired off one last shot, a warning to the enemy.
"We better radio this in," Nigel said. "Get ready. We're moving out. By the way, where's Murp?"
"He's fine. But, there is a problem," Z-19 responded, removing his helmet.
"What is it?" Survivor asked, rather snidely.
"The thing is," Z-19 said grimly, bowing his head so the shadows jumped out from his features in the light.
"I can't let you go."