"It's the Covenant," John said with exasperation.
He was angry, they never gave up, the war was over already.
He glanced back at Rarity, everypony was looking for some first-aid, obviously for her.
And she wasn't much better, blood had stopped pouring down, but poor Rarity's leg had a gruesome third-degree burn.
"Nah nah nah nah boo boo," taunted the now wary Brute Minor.
But the Grunt, was frozen in fear.
He stared in fear at the notorious golden, lined, expressionless visor.
He knew this might mean doom.
Half a minute later...
Rarity's wound was patched up, but she still couldn't keep a straight face.
John glared at the Phantom and the newly arrived ones. He intently wrenched his Assault Rifle off his back.
It was time to give them a taste of they're own medicine.
The recticule came on and he aimed at the Grunt's gas tank.
He angrily pulled the trigger.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat.
The Grunt moaned as the first five bullets hit his gas tank, the last one blew the unfortunate Grunt's gas tank off.
"Mrrrpphh!" groaned the Grunt as he slowly suffocated.
MCPO John-117 dashed outside as quick as his legs would carry him, he then jumped up to the Phantom, which was five meters in the air.
He grabbed the side mini door with the Plasma cannon, he flipped upwards and kicked the the same, jeering Brute Minor in the face. The Minor fell back at the brutal force of the kick, he fell down at the other side door and fell out. He crashed through a roof at his own mass.He was most likely dead.
John checked his surroundings, 12 live Grunt Minors, 6 live Jackals, and 4 live Brutes, not much of a fight.
He lunged forward and delivered a savage blow to a Brute Captain's helmet, the Captain's shields absorbed the impact,
but the following punch, pierced his shields.
John proceded to impale the Brute with M118 7.62x51mm Full Metal Jacket Armor-Piercing rounds. The Brute swore in
his mind and that he was on this Phantom, a few seconds later, life slipped away from him.
He did the same to the other unfotunate Brutes.
The startled Grunts found themselves splattered with purple blood and then, a few seconds after that, found that they just had their brains smashed in.
The Jackals took action quickly, and fired they're fully charged plasma pistols. However, John, being a Spartan II, had reflexes of only 20 milliseconds, but MJOLNIR armor, being a powered exoskeleton suit of armor, they react even quicker when they're wearing it! And so, he evaded the shower of bolts with ease and showered them with 7.62x51mm rounds.
"Kreh!" screeched the Jackals as they died.
Now, it was time to confront the gunners and the pilot.
But, then a different plan formed in his head.
He kicked the door open to show a not-so-suprised Brute pilot.
The pilot threw a punch at the "Demon" but only to find it getting caught. He struggled as he was tossed aside and knocked out with a violent blow to the head.
John stared at the controls, he knew the gunners were alive and the pilot was only unconscious.
Although his helmet hid it, a smile crept around his face.
He understood what everything meant, it was lucky the Elites had taught him how to fly them when they allied with humanity.
Although he had to admit he didn't trust the Elites (Sangheili) at first, he had begun to trust them after Thel 'Vadam
skewered the Prophet of Truth.
He went and pressed a button whiched trapped the gunners so the couldn't squirm, and began operating the chin mounted Type-52 cannon.
Suddenly, the Phantom shook as it got hit with a volley of other Type-52 shots. John didn't panic, he was used to sitting inside Pelican dropships taking fire.
However the other Phantoms had pilots that were NOT used to that. So a few simple direct hits, and that Phantom which got hit, would retreat. So it wasn't much.
Meanwhile, in the Sugarcube Corner.
Rarity was still in pain but the burning had become dull, in the meantime, Twilight was flipping through a huge stack of
books that would possibly contain imformation on the "Covenant Empire" that he mentioned earlier. Pinkie was reloading her
cannon with REAL cannonballs. Probably in case the Covenant came back.
Rainbow Dash was guarding the entrance, but every other pony was frozen in fear.
They wondered...
Back in the Phantom...
John-117 was searching for a button that would overload the engine, and ultimately, make the Phantom go boom.
Once he found it, he flew the dropship 60 meters higher, flew 10 more meters away from the Sugarcube Corner.
"It's show time," John whispered to himself as he pressed the vital button.
He dashed to the side door as a droning sound came on and quickly rised in pitch, just as the engines went critical, he had jumped.
From above, the Phantom exploded and sent random pieces flying everywhere. The resulting explosion lit up the night sky.
After all that John fell on the street with an frightening loud THUMP! He was a bit rattled, but nevertheless, fine.
He watched for a moment as the bits of the Phantom came flying down, then headed back torwards the Sugarcube Corner.
This was just the beginning.
"That was so awesome!" shouted Rainbow Dash.
"Umm, good job." whispered Fluttershy.
"Nice accuracy," remarked Twilight.
Then everypony started cheering.
Except for Princess Celestia.
She just said,"Well you're probably not a threat, I would want you on our side."
He knew the Covenant wanted him, not them, but if he did go, then they would for simple fun, mercilessly cause genocide on this planet.
And he wasn't going to let them.
Meanwhile, with the Covenant Separatists...
"Thel, we finally repaired the slipspace drive!" shouted the pilot.
"Then go in to slipspace," Thel ordered.
"Okay then."
There three more Separatist Phantoms were flying near his, then, all four of them simultaneously jumped into slipspace.