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>Subject/Lucinda_Owens/Airman_First_Class
>Time/12:31
All around her, Covenant Artillery bombarded the surface of the Battleground. Her very own seat jolted and shuddered as the world began to collapse around her. All she could think of was both her friends on the ground...and wherever her brother was. Was this what he experienced on a regular basis? Was he this embedded into the life of conflict that he no longer felt the need to panic? She listened to her mind, trying to focus as her AV-22 Sparrowhawk. These things may have been limited from production and deployment since 2550, they still packed a punch fit for the Human-Covenant war. Zooming above ground, buzzing with activity. Behind her, the Gunner was almost going wild, constantly finding ground and air targets to intercept in their high speed Showdown against a seemingly unbeatable enemy. Her owns hands were twisting and turning, moving the craft at tremendous speeds [For its model]. Lucinda's eyes darted around the world, her peripheral vision constantly bursting with fire, colours of plasma and sheer destruction. Ahead, a Scarab trod its way through and over the deployed Armored units, making swift work of Pelicans and Scorpions.
"Lucy, change course and aim for the Scarab. It's the best way we can save the ODST and Spartan Drop-Point from collapsing!" She nodded, looking to her left. On her left, two similar aircraft, more than just a rare sight to see deployed together, sped towards the target woth her. She held the Right Flank of the group. Ahead, the lined up Plasma Turrets scaling the sides of the behemoth began to spray an unrelenting wall of death towards thr approaching Hawks. The centre comrade lasted the quickest, having a sudden push of Plasma projectiles penetrate the glass and murder both Pilot and Gunner with swift succession. The far-left Hawk began to fire, drawing the Plasma away from Lucy's craft. A single shot made its way through the glass, slamming into her right shoulder. She screamed in pain, the Craft's line jolting as she yelled to her Gunner to open fire. As she looked back, a horrifying image of her Gunner's head split down the centre only was there to answer her. Her fear was interrupted by the screams of the last Comrade, their craft exploding under the heavy fire. The shrapnel and metal flung into Lucy's craft, colliding with the Rotary engines. Flames and smoke burst from the engines as it began to slowly tumble downwards. She would see the Scarab, weakspot in plain sight, still barely damaged...No...Of course not? Now cannot be her time? She has family, friends and a Child to go home to! Now cannot be her moment of self sacrifice...But...There were Spartans down there. Their lives counted more than her's. Nodachi, were their names...They had an important task to fulfill, and she was but Cannon-Fodder, waiting to open the gate fot them. Tears streamed down her cheek as she tightened her grip around the Joystick. This was that time...no guns...No more time. This was for the good of the mission. This was for the good of the Human Goal. This was for the good of Nodachi. For the good of Humanity...For the good of her Brother. Her craft spiralled into thr Scarab...Clipping the weakspot as metal pierced the cockpit entirely...
Banned
