The Virus Part 1
Posted By: monitor101<wasup1989@hotmail.com>
Date: 16 April 2003, 6:16 AM
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(New Bisson system, planet Bisson 11, 0930 hours, August 3, 2550)
The Plague
The five remaining Grunts were quickly put down, staining the grass field with flourecsent, blue blood that ozzed from the fist-sized holes that were scattered across their bodies. One such Grunt named Nosliw was hit in the shoulder. Not a life threatening wound but it hurt like hell. Nosliw fell to the ground and played dead, knowing that if he didn't he would be taken prisoner or killed and add to the growing list of Covenant casualties that had lost their lives in this war. Nosliw listened as the Humans walked past kicking the bodies as they went. One kicked him and pain shot through his spine. He waited until their voices were faint and distant and he sprang to his feet and ran as fast as he could to the reinforcments location.
Sergeant Kurt Holmes walked past the sea of dead bodies that scattered the land scape. He wiped away beads of persiration that were forming on his forehead.
"Sarge Whiskey five is ready for dustoff," Corporal Matt Wilks said.
"Alright lets be ready to move out dustoff in five," Holmes barked.
The eight Marines acknowledged and in no time were ready to leave the planet of Bisson three.
"Sarge I think you should take a look at this!" Private Henning yelled, his voice a mix of fear and confusion.
Holmes ran to his position to see a shocking sight. A blue Elite stumbled across the open field torwards the Marines. It's skin was bubbling, it was clutching its throat and making a gurgling sound. Hennings and Private Taylor both had their MA5B assualt rifles trained on it.
"We would of shot it but the thing dropped its gun and started grabbing his throat," Hennings looked at Holmes.
"Yah but what the hell is wrong with it? I mean look at it, it's skin is bubbling," Holmes stood dumbfound.
The Elite stood eleven feet from them. It made another gurgling sound then a choking one and howled. The Elite staggered a few steps then went limp and crumpled to the ground.
Holmes had his rifle trained on its head. He slowly walked over to it and looked down at it. The Eliteclutched its chest and throat with seperate hands. It met his gaze and the two aliens looked into each others eyes until the Elite began to convulge then its eyes rolled back into its head and the Elite lay still.
"What the hell?" Holmes faced was wrinkled in confusion as he looked at the Elite.
All the Marines hovered over the Elite. Its skin was still bubbling then it stopped and purple-black blood flowed from every hole in its body. It was bleeding out.
"Alright we'll have to report this but in the mean time move out now and let's get off this damn planet," Holmes broke the silence. As the Marines were moving out, he called Corporal Johnson aside to have a word. Earliar he had seen him pull the pin on a canister and tossed it into the middle of the Covenant ranks.
"What the hell was in that canister?" Holmes demanded.
"It was just an experimental grenade sir," Johnson said.
"Right well whatever get your ass on that Pelican," Holmes said. He had seen the so called "grenade" explode and instead of an explosion happening a cloud of vapor sprayed out and all the covenant that were exposed to it ran off, even the Elites. The one they saw must of been ne of them, but that was more than an hour ago.
As Johnson was boarding the Pelican, a clever grin covered his face, his experiment had worked.
Nosliw stopped dead in his tracks. The sight of the Elite laying on the ground, holding his throat and chest bleeding all over made him shiver. Nosliw was no stranger to this. He knew exactly what it was. He turned and ran faster then he was before.
The field master was a gold Elite named Klar Kunamee. Kunamee was a seasoned veteran of many battles in the war. Having worked his way up through the ranks he had finally became a part of the "Prophet praised" class. Kunamee was about to order everyone onto the Dropship when a voice came from behind him.
"Field master wait," Nosliw said out of breath. He collapsed to the ground, trying to catch his breath.
"Do you have no respect for authority?" Kunamee demanded, turning around and looking at the little Grunt who was at his feet gasping for breath.
"Yes field master but... the Plague it...is...back."
To Be Continued...
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