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:That quote is probably to vague to definitively say that he was the one who was on the elevator. Also, whats with that picture's caption on the article? How does anyone know who that is? -- [[User:Manticore|<b><span style="color: black">Manticore</span></b>]] [[Image:Fleet Admiral.jpg|25px]] [[User talk:Manticore|<sup><span style="color: black">Talk</span></sup>]]<sup> | </sup>[[Special:Contributions/Manticore|<sup><span style="color: black">CSV</span></sup>]] 08:27, 14 February 2007 (UTC) | :That quote is probably to vague to definitively say that he was the one who was on the elevator. Also, whats with that picture's caption on the article? How does anyone know who that is? -- [[User:Manticore|<b><span style="color: black">Manticore</span></b>]] [[Image:Fleet Admiral.jpg|25px]] [[User talk:Manticore|<sup><span style="color: black">Talk</span></sup>]]<sup> | </sup>[[Special:Contributions/Manticore|<sup><span style="color: black">CSV</span></sup>]] 08:27, 14 February 2007 (UTC) | ||
BigQuote|A second door opened onto the area directly in front of the large service elevator. The Chief heard machinery whir, figured he had triggered a sensor, and waited for the lift to arrive. For the first time in hours there was no immediate threat, no imminent danger, and the Spartan allowed himself to relax fractionally. It was a mistake. "Chief!" Cortana said. "Get back!" Thanks to the warning, he was already backing through the hatch when the lift appeared from below, and the Elite, seated in the plasma turret, opened fire. | |||
Special Ops Officer Zuka 'Zamamee fired the Shade. The energy cannon took up most of the platform, leaving barely enough room for the Grunts who had helped the Elite wrestle the weapon aboard. The bolt flared blue, hit the hatch as it started to close, and slagged half the door. He felt elation as the waves of energy slashed through the air toward his target. Soon, victory would be complete, and his honor could be restored. Then he'd deal with the tiresome Grunt, Yayap. It was going to be a glorious day. | Special Ops Officer Zuka 'Zamamee fired the Shade. The energy cannon took up most of the platform, leaving barely enough room for the Grunts who had helped the Elite wrestle the weapon aboard. The bolt flared blue, hit the hatch as it started to close, and slagged half the door. He felt elation as the waves of energy slashed through the air toward his target. Soon, victory would be complete, and his honor could be restored. Then he'd deal with the tiresome Grunt, Yayap. It was going to be a glorious day. | ||
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'Zamamee saw the energy bolt hit the hatch, experienced a sense of exhilaration as the human hurried to escape, and felt the platform jerk to a halt. The Elite had just fired again, just blown what remained of the human's cover away, when he heard a clank and the lift started to descend. "''No!''" he shouted, sure that one of the Grunts was responsible for the sudden movement, and desperate lest the human escape his clutches. But it was too late, and there was nothing the smaller aliens could do, as the elevator continued to fall. Then, even as his target vanished from sight, and 'Zamamee railed at his subordinates, a couple of grenades tumbled down from above, rattling around the floor, and exploded. The force of the blast lifted the Elite up and out of his seat, gave him one last look at his opponent, and let him fall. He hit with a thud, felt something snap, and waited for his first glimpse of paradise. | 'Zamamee saw the energy bolt hit the hatch, experienced a sense of exhilaration as the human hurried to escape, and felt the platform jerk to a halt. The Elite had just fired again, just blown what remained of the human's cover away, when he heard a clank and the lift started to descend. "''No!''" he shouted, sure that one of the Grunts was responsible for the sudden movement, and desperate lest the human escape his clutches. But it was too late, and there was nothing the smaller aliens could do, as the elevator continued to fall. Then, even as his target vanished from sight, and 'Zamamee railed at his subordinates, a couple of grenades tumbled down from above, rattling around the floor, and exploded. The force of the blast lifted the Elite up and out of his seat, gave him one last look at his opponent, and let him fall. He hit with a thud, felt something snap, and waited for his first glimpse of paradise. | ||
Cortana brought the lift back up. The Master Chief had little choice but to step onto the gore-splattered platform and let it carry him toward the service corridor above. | Cortana brought the lift back up. The Master Chief had little choice but to step onto the gore-splattered platform and let it carry him toward the service corridor above. | ||
:That's from pages 334 and 335 of [[Halo: The Flood]]. It certainly isn't vague. | :That's from pages 334 and 335 of [[Halo: The Flood]]. It certainly isn't vague. | ||