Covanant View
I wrote this about, a year ago, tell me what You think: “Get ready! We do not have time for this dawdling!” Hawer juhhre yelled. He stared at the grunts though the small, circular window as that were on the sides of their living quarters. The grunts slowly sat up, and looked at him. “Hurry!” he shouted again. This was another moment that he felt that the Methane tanks needed an electric shocker. He watched the grunt go from bunk to bunk, waking the lazy ones who refused to get up. One of them just waived his arm at the grunt. He glanced at Hawer. Hawer nodded, and gleefully watched as the grunt grabbed his plasma pistol. It only took one shot, about an inch away from the ear, to wake him up. Ten minutes later, Hawer entered the hanger. The boarding craft were being loaded. He looked at their pilot. He was enraged when he saw that it was a brute. “You there! Get out of that seat!” He yelled. The brute only glanced up at him, and then reached up, and closed the hatch. Hawer walked up to the view port, and slammed his hand against it. The hatch rose, and the brute opened his mouth to tell him something. It never came. Hawer grabbed the back of the brute’s head, and pulled him out of the seat. He kneed him in the head, and then grabbed the brute’s thick hair, and pulled his plasma rifle out. He pointed it at the brutes bleeding face, “When I tell you to do something, you do it!” He said. The brute’s response was a glob of spit. Hawer hit him with the rifle, and let go of the brute’s hair. He climbed into the pilots seat, and yelled at his squad to get in. He watched as the five Elites, ten grunts, and six jackals loaded into the drop ship. He looked at the complex controls that were in front of him. He pressed the buttons with such skill that could only come from years of experience. He guided the ship out of the port, and looked at what lay before him. “DS187, requesting target.” He said into the complex voice detecting system that was located in the controls. A brute’s voice replied, “You were going to get the closest one, but seeing as you rejected you pilot, you get the one on the far left. I will highlight it for you. On his screen, he saw a tiny little dot light up. “It will take me an hour to make it to that one, give me another>” he said. He half expected not to get an answer, but he did, and this time it was an Elite’s voice. “You will get you original target DS187. Now highlighting”. This time, a giant gun like thing lit up in front of him. “Are you sure that is a ship” He asked. This time, he did not receive an answer. He directed the ship towards it. As he was flying, he could not help but look at the planet. It was mainly blue, with white and green splotches. ‘I cannot believe that they would live on such a small planet’ Hawer thought. He turned on the speakers and told his cargo, “We are going to be attacking one of the humans Gun emplacements. Get the bomb ready.” He turned the mic. Off before he got a response. “We are closing in, be ready!” he told the group of soldiers. He turned on the shield that would punch through the glass. He backed the ship up to the glass, and thrust the shield into it. The shield melted the glass, and formed and airtight barrier. “GO!” he shouted. The group of soldiers jumped out of the drop ship. Hawer stood up, and walked back to the hold. There, three other Elites were suiting up in their space suits. He grabbed one, and in five minutes was ready. They each grabbed one corner of the heavy bomb, and opened the hatch. They were sucked into space. They slowly guided the bulky bomb to the air hatch. They pressed the button next to it, and waited for it to open. To their surprise they were greeted by a barrage of bullets from a single soldier. He yelled as he unloaded into the Elite on the right corner. One of the bursts cracked the elites visor. He raised hip plasma rifle, and shot the human in the face twice. The plasma melted it to the marines face. He screamed as the molten glass melted to his face. The screaming was soon silenced by a controlled burst by the Elite. They carried the bomb into the elevator. They waited as it climbed to the top of the shaft. There, they pulled it into the room. They were not expecting to be greeted by ten marines. They backed into the elevator, and closed the door. “We need backup in the target location.” Hawer said. Then, they re-entered the room. Hawer ran behind some crates, and threw a grenade on the closest marine. The human had no time to react, and it blew him back. HE then ran to the left, while firing at another. The other Elites charged toward the humans. Their shields held against the barrage of bullets long enough for them to reach the marines. They began to fire wildly into them, and began to fight hand to hand. Hawer ran around the left side of the room, and staffed the men. He hit one marine in the back of the head. He felt the skull crush from the blow. He fired into a marine that was standing next to him. A third marine fired at him, but missed. Hawer grabbed the marine’s neck, and squeezed with all his might. The marine gasped for breath, but found none. Finally, the marine stopped moving. Hawer dropped the man, and looked around. The other Elites had killed the rest of the humans, and with only one death. The re-enforcements arrived just in time to hear the elevator open. They turned to see the infamous demon. They all fired at the same time. The demon strafed to the left, and threw a plasma grenade at them. It hit an unlucky grunt, which ran in a circle, screaming. The grenade exploded, taking out two grunts. Hawer ran to the left of the room, and looked for the demon. He saw nothing. He inched closer to the place where he disappeared, followed by two jackals. He got closer to the place, and the demon emerged. He fired ten times. Hawer felt the bullets bounce off his shield, and returned the fire. The demon jumped back, and threw another grenade. Hawer grabbed one of the jackals, and pulled him in front of the grenade. It bounced off the Jackals shield, and He returned fire. The other covenant had heard the fire, and closed in. Hawer ran at the demon, wanting to be the one who kills him. But, the demon was smart. He had dropped a frag grenade when he threw the plasma one. The grenade went off under Hawer’s right foot. HE felt the sharp pieces of metal dig deep into his leg. He let out a cry of anger, and looked up. The demon had just slammed the butt of his gun into the face of the jackal that had deflected the plasma grenade. The demon then turned to the other jackal, and fired three bursts from his battle rifle. They hit with the jackals head, and killed him instantly. Hawer jumped at the Demon, but his hurt foot made him stumble. The demon dodged him, and hit him right in the spine. A chill ran up Hawer’s body as he collapsed on the ground. He looked up to see the demon fire into a grunts head. Hawer had just enough energy to press the bombs remote one-minute timer button. He closed his eyes, and waited for the journey.

wow. Very impressive. You did a good job of getting the story told from the "Covenant View" hence the title...

Here is another one I dug up. Halo Instalation 004 5:06 Units (Covanent military clock) Grunt unit leader Grog Whoosh! Grog fired his weapon off into the air, loosely aiming it at the pelican that hovered overhead. It had flown in about thirty seconds ago, and the marines were yet to get off. Suddenly, the plasma blob veered to the left, and hit the vent on the rear of the engine. There was a grumbling, and hissing as the Plasma bolt melted the steel that the engine was made of. The dropship pitched to the left, and spiraled to the ground. Grog yelled in surprise, and signaled to his group to get down to the bottom of the spiraling, snow covered hill. Battor, his second in command, hopped into the Shade that was placed in front of the tree that had been his hiding spot a minute earlier. Grog followed the rest of his unit down the hill, while keeping an eye on the downed Pelican. Suddenly, three marines jumped out of the hold, and fired at his troops. They cut down the front grunt, while the three others opened fire. Grog yelled, "Kill the filthy humans!" He charged up his plasma pistol. He felt the heat radiating off of the overheated plasma. The one thing that he had hated the most about the training was that to become the leader, he had to fight the other grunt that wanted the position of unit leader. They had fought during the night, each armed with a plasma pistol, and one plasma grenade. He did not find him, until he received a plasma bolt to the back. He spun around, and blindly fired into the darkness. He hit the other grunt with twenty plasma bolts before he caught fire. Grog had returned a unit leader, and was shipped out to the Truth and Reconciliation. This was his first time in "real" combat. His units fired on the marines as quickly as they could. They forced them back into the pelican, and then threw a plasma grenade into the warthog that was attached to the bottom of the downed Pelican. The grenade blew up, and threw one of the marines, who was trying to get it off the pelican, into the other marines. One of the marines fired as he fell, which caught flig in the head. Grog fired at the piled at the marines, but they had moved, and began to fire at the two remaining grunts. Two minutes later, Grog was cowering behind some rocks around the base of the hill. He and the remaining grunt had radioed in for backup. Then they fell back, and the other grunt got shot in the leg, and then got mowed down by an overzealous marine, who got a few plasma bolts in the face, courtesy of Grog. Now, he could see the backup that was sent for him. He jumped up, and yelled at them. The Elite ran up, and asked him "Grunt! How many are there?" "There are three, sire!" Right, let us teach these humans that there is no way to resist the covenant!" The Elite looked over at the Pelican. He saw the scorch marks on the starboard engine, and smiled. Grog watched as the Elite ran out into the icy clearing, and fired his plasma rifle at the marines. They were trying to flip the warthog over, but were having no luck. The last thing that Marine Charley "Chuckles" Johnson heard was the sizzling of the air as the overheated plasma rushed through it. It nailed him in the ear, and burnt through his skull, and fried his brain. He flopped over, and the other marines immediately returned fire. They both were armed with Assault rifles and they both were good shots. They tore at the Elite's shield. He retreated back, and told his grunts to follow Grog to the top of the hill, so they could fire down on the marines with the Shade. Grog emerged first, and caught a bullet in the shoulder. The light armour on his shoulder prevented it from penetrating his skin, but it did not stop the force of the shot from dislocating his arm. He winced in pain, but still ran up the hill, for as soon as he got into the shade, he would return the favor. He got to the top of the hill, and was glad to see that Battor was still in the shade. The five grunts pulled the shade over the cliffside, and grog jumped in. He grabbed the controls, and aimed the shade at the Pelican. He saw the Elite fire into the Pelican and aimed the Shade's targeting reticule at the general area, and pulled the trigger. The Shade jumped back as it fired off its powerful blasts. He stopped firing, just to watch the iron plating of the pelican melt after the blasts hit it. He smiled, and wondered how they could be putting up such a good fight with such outdated technology. Then, he heard one of the grunts behinds him let out a surprised yelp. He turned just in time to see the grunts brain splatter over his face. He wiped off his eye, and saw a huge green metal thing firing a human Assault rifle into the head of Battor. He yelped, and started to turn the shade toward the Giant. The thing turned to him, and dove to the right as he fired the shade at him. One of the shots hit him, and he started to glow, like a demon. Grog screamed, and let go of the controls. The demon threw a grenade in front of the shade. Grog had just seen the grenade when it exploded. He felt the force of the Grenade force the shade off the cliff that it was perched on. He grabbed the bottom of the seat with both of his arms, and felt a sharp pain run up his arm. He felt the shade doing flips as it fell. When it hit the ground, he was crushed under the shade, and his body was burnt away when it exploded. Sorry if I mispelled anything. :| Admin edit for mispellings and grammatical errors :|

good job. I think it was better than the first. Lots of action while at the same time being sort of considerate of the Covenant side.