• Khel 'Strum helped the injured human walk. "There it is", he said to all of them. A puple circle appeared, lighting up the area in a light-purple haze. Then they all stepped inside the green Phantom. As if an invisible hand picked them up, they got lifted inside the ship. The Phantom's engine started up again. "We got inbound enemy Banshees coming in! Hang on!", the Elite driving the dropship reported. 'Strum looked around. There was two empty Plasma Turrets sitting there. "Usem 'Calvad, het in the other turrent! We'll deal with the Loyalists ourselves" he said. They bothe jumped in and started to fire super-heated plasma bolts at the three Banshees. One blew up in a smoke cloud while the others scrambled. They kept firing, buying time for the pilot. "Aghhhhhh!", 'Calvad screamed as he got hit by a lucky shot from the two Banshees. Then the Spartan pulled the hit Elite out of the turret and jumped in herself. She started to blast at a speed higher than the highest speed for the turret. The Banshees were down in a few seconds. "That's how you destroy some Banshees!", she yelled over the intercom. "Nearing the base", the pilot replied. "[Static]-This is Separatist base 5.-[Static]-Please land at.....airfield 6-[Static]-We will send a Banshee escort to bring you there, over", a voice said. Four green Banshees flew over the Phantom. "Please follow us", one of the Banshee pilots said in a low tone.
    Spartan-539 felt the ship rumble as it touched the ground. The sides opened up when six Elites walked in all carrying dual Needlers or dual Plasma Rifles. "Clear!'', a white Elite shouted outside. The Marines and the Elites all jumped outside. A sun was high in the air, showering them with light and warmth. Suddenly all the Elites (that she didn't know) stopped what they were doing and stared at her. She looked around. It was if they had never seen a Spartan before. a Zealot walked toward her. "We welcome you demon. This is unexpected! Meeting a demon in real life!", the Elite talked in a hushed voice, "Would you like anything?" "Help my brother.", she replied. The Zealot turned around and started to bark orders to the Elites. Two Elites, both wearing blue armor helped First Lt. Bill Le up. "Hey watch where you grab me, Slpit-Chin!", he yelled at the Elite who accendentally poked him in his still-healing wound. They carried him away. Then the Elites scattered all but one. He was, again, a blue Elite. "Would you like some resting quarters", he asked to the Marines. A Corpral answered back, "Sure! We need the all the rest we can." They walk away, being lead by the Minor Elite. At last she was all alone. She reached for a button on her neckstrap. A hissing sound came as she took off her helmet. Her skin was a light tan from recent vacation on Earth. She had long, wavey brown hair. (She once had black hair when she was a child but then dyed it brown). She also had blue, sparkling eyes which matched her brown hair. She took a large gulp of arid air. Then she quickly put her helmet back on.
    'Strum debriefed what happened to Kaer Nar 'Victum, a Zealot Feet Master. "That's all that happened sir", he said finishing his story. "Good job out there, but we need your help again. Two squads of Loyalist were spotted up near the ridge. We need you to find out why they are there and elimiate them if you have to. Good luck", he finally said. 'Strum walked quickly out. "Wait!'', an Elite Major yelled. He stopped and turned around. "'Victum said you can bring two squads with you plus two Ghost and two Banshees.'', he told him. He nodded his head. Who should I chose?, he thought. "Hey Squid-Head! Can we come?" He turned around to find the humans including the Spartan asembled, ready to move. "Yes, you may come humans!"........