The Supercarrier cut through the sky like it was a blade cutting through butter. The enormous, purple/blue hull gave a slight glow in the night sky. The ship was like a stick, with a lump in the middle, and a downwards hook at the front. The 27 km long killing machine's Repulsor Engines gave off plenty of light. The sheer size of the ship made the huge CCS-class battlecruiser look like a walk in the park. Menacing was not the word for the Supercarrier, taking it on would be considered suicidal. Considering that one salvo of Pulse Laser iwas capable of melting through 45 cm of Titanium-A, a Royal Guard would have no chance of surviving a hit.
John glared at the Supercarrier. After another glance, he, without saying a word, tilted his head down, and slowly walked to the entrance of a Phantom. He stepped in, kicked the cockpit door open, sat down at the seat.
After a few seconds of tinkering with the incredibly complicated buttons, the Phantom started up.
In the Sugarcube Corner, the Elites saw what was happening, they busted the door open, ignited/readied their weapons. Slowing down to a stroll, they stepped up onto the troop bay, shouting war cries.
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"There goes a quarter of the elites," John thought.
Suddenly, the atmosphere turned eerie, to say it was unnerving was an understatement.
Then, brownish peach drop pods came down, and out from those, came the most awkward looking creatures.
"What?!" thought John."They were terminated several years ago!"
He instinctively wrenched his Assault Rifle from his back, firing off three bursts, he brought down a nearby combat form. Several infection forms slapped onto Snowflake's body, infecting him immediately. John, having no choice, smacked him down with the butt of his rifle, and stomped on his head. About a few dozen combat forms and pure forms were on their way to Rainbow Dash. She dropped a fusion coil on them, the blast shredding many of them to pieces and biting into those on the outer reach of the blast. But hundreds of infection forms came and revived the dead flood with intact bodies..
"Seriously?!" shouted Rainbow Dash.
John grabbed a shotgun from a dead combat form. It would prove useful, to say the least.
Several forms charged him. As far as he was concerned, they were heading towards their doom. He blew the first one, a pure form, into pieces with a simple pull of the trigger. Cocking the weapon again, he blew three combat forms to his back to oblivion. Cocking it again, he obliterated a swarm of infection forms with a single shot. And so, reloading at the same time, pwned several more forms with melees. Soon, the flood just realized they were going to be wiped out if they kept on charging John.
So they tried Twilight, but she was paired with Applejack, back to back. Applejack killing the combat and pure forms while Twilight rapidly fired bolt of magic to keep the infection forms at a distance. They made a perfect team.
They tried Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy. But she was up in the clouds, with Rainbow Dash, spraying the battlefield with lightning and even lighting flood occupied areas on fire. As for Rarity and Pinkie Pie, Rarity was trying to figure out how to operate a spiker, and Pinkie was blasting everything with her party cannon, which was apparently loaded with real ammunition this time.
So in other words, they were near untouchable. At the moment. Twilight would tire out from the constant firing someday and Applejack may as well as not buck as fast as the pure forms could melee someday. Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy would be blown out of the sky someday, and Rarity and Pinkie Pie? They just need to make s few mistakes then game over.
After a while, Rainbow Dash got cocky and did a nose dive at the flood. She stole a shotgun from one. However, how was she supposed to fire this so-called gun without fingers?
With great difficulty.
But at least she got the hang of it, and soon she was blowing head off like no one's business. But of course she made a mistake, and got her wing impaled with three carbine shots. This cause her a serious amount of pain and she crashed. Now, she had just lost her best advantage of battle, speed and agility.
So now, she had to think tactical. Like taking cover behind things.
Meanwhile, John was blowing heads off with his shotgun. However, he wasn't paying attention to the ammo indicator. So it wasn't long until he was out.
This took him by surprise. And so, I pure form forced him to the ground. The unbelievably ugly creature slapped his face, which brought his shields down. The beast was about to deliver a fatal blow when its head suddenly got incinerated by a nearby purple bolt. He did a quick nod to Twilight.
Then, he noticed something at the back of his head.
It was an elite minor. He grabbed Cortana's chip from his head. And with a cocky grin, slowly activated his energy dagger and began to make it head for the chip.
"No!" John thought.
He kicked the elite to the ground. And then, forced his own dagger through his neck. Well now at least Cortana was safe.
An elite traitor?
But now, they had to deal with the Flood. He grabbed the elite's energy sword. The flood had soft flesh, so the weapon would last very long.
He lunged for a few combat forms. In just one slice, he slashed six of them.
They wouldn't be able to hold them off for long.
Then, something appeared from the sky.
"It couldn't be," thought John.
But it was. It was the Spirit of Fire.
Several outdated pelicans began flying down, along with some vultures. They all began guarding an clearing somewhere above the Everfree Forest. They probably were building a base.
The sudden entrance attracted the flood's attention. In fact, all of them focused on terminating the outposts, as if in search of revenge.
But several Gauss Warthogs and Scorpion blasted them away. They were escorted by four pelicans and three vultures.
But the Flood was more lethal than the Covenant even. Would they, even with the combined help, get rid of the Flood?