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The Covenant had come.

Master Chief had seen the ships descending from the sky. They weren't the green of the Sangheili or other "traitors". It was the gleaming purple of the Old Covenant. Brute ships... He had taken a captured Ghost from the wreckage of the Dawn to get a closer look - troop movements, numbers, firepower, and the like. It was only three ships, but for this planet?

Sweetie had insisted on coming along. He didn't know why he had taken her along, it was a stupid idea. Still, she had a way of getting what she wanted. It was the eyes, those damn green eyes. Well, he wouldn't be close enough to engage them, and they did have the Ghost...

The Covenant had always been clever at adapting to new situations, and here, they had secretly landed troops to secure a few key areas before the main force arrived. Chief had the misfortune of quite literally running into one of the camps. A lucky shot from a turret had torn their Ghost to shreds, and it was a miracle they hadn't been caught in the blast. But, that miracle was running out. Along with the Ghost, the blast had done hell on his rifle and shield generators. They still worked, but the rate was nil. If they had more time, it might not have been a problem, but a large and hungry-looking Brute was heading towards them, swaggering proudly with the swing of his hammer. He paused to take in his prey, yellowed fangs curling into a triumphant grin. Chief tried to stand up, but the crash had done something to his legs. He could barely move. This isn't how it was supposed to end...

Sweetie had fared far better. She was dirty, cut-up, and if the Covenant didn't kill them, Rarity would from the state of her clothes, but she was alive and well. To both his and the Brute's surprise, she got up and stood between them, with as much fury as an eight-year-old could muster. The Brute only smiled wider and turned to look at him. "Sacriledge, murder, and now cowardice... It will be a joy to cleanse your sins, Demon." She pulled out a plasma pistol from her jacket and held down the trigger. So, she was learning. The Brute just laughed. "A toy! You mean to challenge me with that? I shall use that to roast your flesh toni-"

Then she let go.

(I feel like there's a ton wrong with this image, but I'm not sure what. If a fresh pair of eyes wants to help me out there, that would be wonderful.)
Aaaand fixed.

Description
The Covenant had come.

Master Chief had seen the ships descending from the sky. They weren't the green of the Sangheili or other "traitors". It was the gleaming purple of the Old Covenant. Brute ships... He had taken a captured Ghost from the wreckage of the Dawn to get a closer look - troop movements, numbers, firepower, and the like. It was only three ships, but for this planet?

Sweetie had insisted on coming along. He didn't know why he had taken her along, it was a stupid idea. Still, she had a way of getting what she wanted. It was the eyes, those damn green eyes. Well, he wouldn't be close enough to engage them, and they did have the Ghost...

The Covenant had always been clever at adapting to new situations, and here, they had secretly landed troops to secure a few key areas before the main force arrived. Chief had the misfortune of quite literally running into one of the camps. A lucky shot from a turret had torn their Ghost to shreds, and it was a miracle they hadn't been caught in the blast. But, that miracle was running out. Along with the Ghost, the blast had done hell on his rifle and shield generators. They still worked, but the rate was nil. If they had more time, it might not have been a problem, but a large and hungry-looking Brute was heading towards them, swaggering proudly with the swing of his hammer. He paused to take in his prey, yellowed fangs curling into a triumphant grin. Chief tried to stand up, but the crash had done something to his legs. He could barely move. This isn't how it was supposed to end...

Sweetie had fared far better. She was dirty, cut-up, and if the Covenant didn't kill them, Rarity would from the state of her clothes, but she was alive and well. To both his and the Brute's surprise, she got up and stood between them, with as much fury as an eight-year-old could muster. The Brute only smiled wider and turned to look at him. "Sacriledge, murder, and now cowardice... It will be a joy to cleanse your sins, Demon." She pulled out a plasma pistol from her jacket and held down the trigger. So, she was learning. The Brute just laughed. "A toy! You mean to challenge me with that? I shall use that to roast your flesh toni-"

Then she let go.

(I feel like there's a ton wrong with this image, but I'm not sure what. If a fresh pair of eyes wants to help me out there, that would be wonderful.)
Aaaand fixed.