The Covenant (Google and ESM)

[MironaX]

Bella swore and gritted her teeth as she slipped and started skidding down a steep bluff. With a grunt she slammed into the ground. However she rolled with her momentum and was up and running in the blink of an eye. She checked the ammo reader on her assault rifle. Not good. Barely a clip left.

"Echo unit! Echo unit this is Echo five! I have been cut off from you! Please advise! Numerous hostile infantry units are heading my way and I am low on ammo....Echo unit do you read me?" A hissing sound was all that warned her of a plasma grenade incoming. She went on instinct and rolled to the right, just barely avoiding it. The blast however sent her flying. She slammed into a boulder and resisted the urge to scream. Plasma was searing at her armor. Without another option she stripped the chest plate off and threw it. Her outer BDU was melted to the plate, so she stripped down to her tank top and kept running.

"...cho five...espond...five..you there?" Finally!

"Echo command! This is echo five! Please advise!"

"Echo five....annot retrieve you...opzone too hot...repeat we cannot retrieve you Echo five...we're sorry..echo command out.."

"Shit!" Bella lunged into a mass of dense underbrush. She was screwed. They couldn't get to her, she understood that. But it still sucked. She didn't even have much to fight back with. She ran her fingers through her cropped jet black hair. Her normally striking face was coated with dust and grime. She slowed her breathing and listened. They were closer than she had thought. She could hear...there...that was definitely a Brute...and she could hear Jackals too. She had seen Elites, and intel said more than one Hunter was in the area. Grunts she could take, Jackals maybe, but not Brutes and Elites, not with her firepower.

She cocked her gun to the ready when she heard a branch snap. She couldn't see anything. Optic camouflage? Elites used them all the time. She didn't have much options, go down fighting, or surrender and go down quickly. She did have a grenade left...maybe she could take a few down with her. Fuck it. She tossed her rifle and pulled the pin on her grenade, holding it behind her back as she stood up and called out.

"Hey shit heads! You want me? Fine! Here I am! Just get it over with!" There was a fire in her vivid green eyes as she challenged the enemy to take her life. She was a marine. Her whole life had led up to this, she was ready to die as long as she paid her way to hell in blood.

 

[DomG]

Rtas 'Vadam was a Sangheili Special Operations Officer. Among the very best of his race had to offer, few were good enough and those that were worked alone, using the best possible equipment to hunt down their prey, nearly invisible due to the active camouflage system that cloaked them like their surroundings. Right now he was observing a marine as his pitch black armor perfectly matched the forest that she had taken refuge in.

The mission he had been given was a unique one, he had been ordered to find one of the human females and avoid killing it, instead she would be used to demonstrate to her people what happened when you opposed the Covenant. Though at first the thought had disgusted him he had to admit that it held some potential. Normally good performance for Special Operations Officers was carnal in nature, a bonus... but due to circumstances outside of his control he hadn't been able to partake in some time despite his great success. Having been briefed on how to best humiliate his victim he now looked forward to it, he had to admit that her feminine form even held some charm for him. Especially after she removed that chest plate of hers in order to avoid being burned.

Tracking her as she ran had been simple and without challenge, his armor giving him the ability to see quite easily in the dark and his sense of smell combined with her great fear made her to easy to follow.

It took time but eventually she stopped, presumably to make a last stand. Throwing away her weapon, curious but when he saw the grenade it was obvious, she hoped to take him with her. That just wouldn't do, the Covenant wanted to make an example of her for her face and he would soon show why his kind were known as Elites.

Slipping around behind her he was careful not to make any noise, closing in and reaching to grab her arm, making sure she couldn't detonate that grenade.

 

[MironaX]

As she made peace with her intentions an inhumanly strong hand gripped her arm and she lost the grenade. Four fingers, Elite. Shit. She spun around and dropped her weight, twisting out of it's grasp. She would not be able to do that again, surprise had been her only advantage and now that was gone. She lunged for her assault rifle and rolled over, aiming to put every last bullet she had into the Elite's face.

"Suck lea.." She was cut short as a brutal kick was delivered to her side that sent her rolling. She grimaced and gasped as she tried to get back the wind that had been knocked from her. She looked up to see her attacker. Another Elite, and behind it the rest of the unit was closing in. Shit. She couldn't even take one of them down before she died.

"Go on fuckers. Get it over with." She spat at them as she stood up slowly.

 

[DomG]

She wasn't bad, that trick of hers had only worked because he hadn't expected it from a human that was resigned to die but it had worked all the same. Still he wasn't about to be over come just because she was able to escape from his grasp just a single time and as he was about to show her the folly of her attempt another of his kind intervened, landing a powerful blow to her side. Rtas was surprised that they had been able to follow him before the realization came to him that they had just been tracking the same prey as him.

As the leader of this new four strong pack raised his blade to strike down the marine Rtas cut him off, speaking in the humans tongue so she would know what was coming, his lover jaws sticking together to allow him to mimic the noises of her species more easily. "No, this one lives... she is to be made an example of so that their kind will know their folly."

Knowing that he could take advantage of the presence of his fellows he drew a small vial from his armors hidden compartment, uncorking it and pouring it out over his victims face. "Rub that in." He instructed her, already feeling the effects of the power pheromones he had been provided with to make this easier for him.

 

[MironaX]

Make an example. Great. That never worked out well for the example. She got ready to do whatever futile thing she could when the Zealot class, most likely the leader approached her. She started when he uncorked a vial and emptied it's contents on her face. She sputtered and wiped at the sticky liquid, it smelled musky and very strong. Like some kind of over-powered cologne or something.

"Rub it in? What the hell is this? You want it on me? You rub it in!" She wiped some off and flicked it back at the Elite. Then she readied herself for his retaliation. Maybe he'd forget his strength and kill her in anger. Meanwhile she tried to figure out his angle. He had made the genuine effort to stay his partner's blade, to make an example of her. And the liquid. It smelled very strong, almost reminded her of...the way a man smells after sex. Husky and potent. She couldn't fathom what they intended for her, but if she got the chance she'd go for that grenade again.

 

[DomG]

His breathing became heavier very quickly, it wouldn't matter if she didn't rub in the pheromones because they would soon be absorbed into her system and spread through her. The Prophets had been clever enough to add a potent aphrodisiac to it, something that would make it a little easier to do to her what was to come. The humans would see, captured by a camera in his helmet, one of their marines being assaulted by his kin and enjoying every moment of it as soon as she gave up the pointless fight.

He was feeling warmer now, his armor constrictive and his reproductive organ was starting to slide from its sheath. Needing to be more comfortable he started to disengage his armor, already the slick pink length of his dick standing up from its sheath, long and smooth and quite thick. The way the others were breathing they would soon be feeling the same way he was, the only thing holding them back was the fact that they weren't already in on the plan.

 

[MironaX]

Wait what the..?

"Are you fucking with me?" Was all she could say as the Elite started detaching armor plates to reveal what could only be his cock. For some reason she'd never even imagined they mated like humans, but that must have been the purpose of the liquid. No wonder it smelled the way it did, pheromones to overpower their hatred of humans with lust. Make an example indeed, and there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it either.

"Fuck you assholes, you are going to have to fight me every step of the way!" Her bravado was hollow, as she knew Elites were matches for Spartans. Much less marines. She couldn't hope to fight them. All she could do was wait, her eyes drawn to the massive phallus extending from the Elite's groin. A foot in length easily, and as thick as her wrist. Jesus why was a bad porno movie the first thing she started thinking of? Either way, she wasn't going to be biting that monster off, which was her first instinct.

She was fucked. Literally.

 

[DomG]

The others started to laugh at her bravery but Rtas silenced them with a stern look, she might be foolish but he respected the fact that she was brave enough to at least try to stand up to them though she was unarmed. Mimicking a human smile, his sharp teeth showing now he moved in closer, smelling her and finding that it wasn't the least bit displeasing now, in fact it was downright perfect. Never again would he doubt the skill of the Prophets. His mind was now filled with thoughts of what she would be like, she looked soft compared to the females of his race and his instruction had said there might be hair around her reproductive organ.

“Strip her.” He barked to his new companions as he began to remove the rest of his armor, his large organ still sliding from the sheat. Reaching down he carefully ran a single claw up its underside, hissing a little at the sensation before he move in close, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her face to him. “Take it into your mouth.” He growled, gripping the sides of her face to force her to open her mouth for him and thrusting in when she did.

 

[MironaX]

"Strip me like hell!?" She threw an elbow at one of the Elites as he approached, though he pushed her limb aside with ease and proceeded to tear away the remains of her uniform. She kicked and lashed out as piece by piece her clothing was removed. She was a marine, so modesty wasn't a word she knew. But still, in front of these things, she felt more than naked, it was like she was a joke. She found herself thankful at least that she had just trimmed up down there before the operation. So only a small strip of hair remained over her privates. When the leader finished removing his armor and pulled her face down to him she could do nothing to resist him.

"Fuck yo..." Her retort to his demand was short lived as his pink member was thrust between her lips. He tasted all salty and sweaty, it really wasn't all that different from human taste actually....just slimier. She clenched her eyes and just pictured Davian from Bravo Unit. She'd had more than a few flings with him over the years. Gods, if they let her live and they showed humanity this she'd never live it down. That was the furthest of her concerns, as she still had to think of a way to deal with the matter of this cock sliding in her mouth. God she had to stop thinking about it like that, if she got turned on then she would kill herself.