So this was what Recon had become, unneeded for the moment in the field but less than three hours ago, and already the squad had been selected for escort duty.
The UNSC obviously either had no worries of the planet being taken back, or they were believing the Elites to pose more of a threat than any remaining rebel forces. He had yet to figure out which part of that was a good thing.
"Recon!" all the marines of Third stood a little taller at the crack of the captains voice. Captain Titus, hardass, burly old school recon to the core, believed in earning every bit of respect and privledge you got, but the man had their backs like no other and had more than earned his respect, no matter how hard he ran them into the ground...never was it without a reason "Marines, these...Sangheili" the name rolled off the mans tongue odd with his outer rim accent "Have decided to visit our beautiful planet because men higher and more important than you, deemed it so!" He barked out, pacing between the two lines of warriors "Now! These Sangheili need someone to show them around, keep them out of trouble! and whatever alien things it is they like to do!" A snicker came from down the line, a wolf holding back a laugh. the captain didn't even turn as he addressed him "Put a lid on it Corporal Joker! you will have your chance to bullshit with your Sangheili shortly! Marines! Standing before you, is your new Best friend! You will do everything together! you will not lose your new best friend!" he paused as he looked one of the Sangheili up and down, his dulled eye gazing through the alien, the long scar over the same eye giving him quite the intimidating appearance. The beat and battered prothestic arm didn't do anything for the image either "By UNSC Law, Sangheili found without their escorts are to be immediately removed from the planet and returned to their ships for judgements of their own, by the same law, the human escort recieves no punishments for loosing his charge. I however, have my own laws, and I will run your ass into the ground and make you wish you had their punishments if you so much as let them out of your SIGHT. Do you get me!? Good!." he finished without waiting for the expected response "Now shake Hands, and play nice Marines. dissmissed"
The Feline stood at a perfect parade rest till the dissmissal was called, his fingers fingers flexing impatiently as he looked over the charge standing before him, easily the biggest, if not simply the tallest, of the elites there. It only made sense he supposed, hell, even Joker was already trying to bullshit with the elite standing opposite him, getting a helluv a curious stare from the sangheili. The Captain already appearing to be speaking with the Sangheili in charge of the group of aliens.
A low rumble rose from the felines chest. He could already tell this was going to be a pain in his ass. "Alexei" He rumbled out in his deep bass of a voice, crossing his arms habitually "What do they call you Sangheili?"
A roar of engines overhead drew the momentary attention of anyone below as Pelican 352 tore overhead, a smoke trail staining the sky as one of the engines sizzled in a ball of fire. "Tower, This is Pelican 352, Call sign Wild Thing, requesting immediate landing, we've taken fire, Engine two was hit and rapidly loosing altitude." Her nimble fingers dancing over the controls as she fought to maintain control over the bird.
"Roger that Wild Thing, Runway seven is designated for emergency landings, can you make it there?" the radio crackled
A display with the location of runway seven compared to her location "I see it tower, no promises" she'd make it. she always made it, even if she had an engine out, she'd made it this far, no way she was setting the bird down early on this run.
"Acknowledged Wild Thing, runway is clear, and crash fire rescue is inroute"
"Roger" She slapped one of the panels, cutting off the transmission, leaning to the side to yell back into the cargo hold of the pelican "Hold on boys! Taxi rides about to get wild!" she yelled back at the group of marines strapped into the dual rows of hold seats.
A bubble of turbulance shook the unstable aircraft, getting a nervous laugh from one of the marines "more than usual Ma'am?" he joked
She shook her head with a chuckle "We're just getting started..." the landing strip appeared beneath them as they tore over the treeline, emergency vehicles already hurrying from the main hanger toward strip seven "Brace yourselves boys!" she yelled back, throttling up and back on the controls just moments before the pelican slammed into the runway, a plume of fire erupting from the damaged engine and leaving a scorch trail beside the trail of torn and destroyed concrete, The pelican bouncing and grinding into the hardened concrete as it slid.
Tipping as it finally started to stick, the wing began to drag into the concrete, slowing it further and spinning the craft as it slowed, finally coming to a stop and rolling with a heavy thud down on it's belly. Every harness in the craft suddenly released as the sergeant in charge started yelling orders at the Marines, ushering them quickly out of the damaged craft. Her fingers danced over the controls once more as she ran the system through an emergency shut down and isolation procedures, turning and dashing out of the craft with the rest of the men a moment later, leaving the pelican to shut down on it's own.
Emergency teams rushed by her as she hurried away from the pelican, some medical personnel hurrying over to the group, checking through the squad for possible whiplash and head injuries, one hurrying over to her, setting a hand on her shoulder to get her attention "...Ma'am? are you alright ma'am?" she blinked and shook her head, shaking the cobwebs she hadn't realized had built, away.
"oh, yes...yeah, I'm fin--" she stopped. blood. she tasted blood. she touched two fingers to her lip, pulling it away to see the thin trickle of blood on her fur. her tongue explored the spot of pain. she'd bit her lip. "I bit my lip! son of a bitch..." after a laugh from the medic and quick check of her condition he patted her shoulder
"You'll be fine Ma'am, but that severe wound on your lip worries me, it just might need some stitches" the wolf smirked as she punched his shoulder "take it easy for a little bit Ma'am, we'll take care of the bird from here, go grab yourself some chow and just relax for a bit. The mechs'll keep you updated on her repair status"
She nodded and laughed "Alright Sergeant, you better take care of her, she's gotten more men out of the field than I care to count, she a good bird.." she sighed and shook her head as she watched the emergency teams scramble over the bird. she couldn't count how many times that bird had gotten her and her charge out of trouble...she just hoped they could put her back together this time. she climbed into the back of the truck taking the rest of the Marines back the half mile to the main hanger. Food and rest is what they told her. she snorted, and muttered as she flopped into the nearest open seat "...Ain't no rest for the wicked"
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