The roar of the drop ship's engines was a constant, oppressive hum that vibrated through the hull, drowning out all other sounds. The mercenary sat strapped into his seat, helmet locked in place, the cool sheen of his visor reflecting the dim light inside the cabin. Around him, other ONI operatives and mercenaries sat in tense silence, their weapons secured and ready for deployment.
Across from him, Alyssa sat in a similar position, her face hidden behind the reflective visor of her helmet. Even though he couldn't see her eyes, he could feel the weight of her gaze on him, watching, calculating. There was a shared understanding between them, an unspoken agreement that whatever came next, they would face it together.
The drop ship's descent was harsh, the turbulence rattling through the cabin as they entered Phaethon's atmosphere. Outside, the world was a barren wasteland of ash and jagged rock, the planet's surface scarred from centuries of conflict and environmental collapse. Dark clouds churned in the sky, casting the land below in a perpetual twilight, broken only by the distant flashes of Covenant energy signatures.
The mercenary's heart pounded in his chest, the familiar rush of adrenaline mixing with the cold, calculated focus that had kept him alive for so long. But this time, there was something else. Something more insidious.
[Energy: 50%. Objective: Infiltrate Covenant Base.]
The system's presence was there, as always, its cold, mechanical voice whispering in his mind, urging him forward. It had become a constant companion, pushing him to be better, stronger, faster. But there was always a cost. He could feel it in the way his body ached after every mission, in the way his mind struggled to keep up with the system's relentless demands.
The drop ship shuddered as it broke through the atmosphere, the distant rumble of thunder echoing through the metal hull. Ahead, the silhouette of the Covenant base loomed on the horizon, a jagged fortress of alien architecture rising from the wasteland like a monolith. Covenant ships patrolled the skies above, their energy shields flickering in the dark clouds.
"Final approach in sixty seconds," the pilot's voice crackled through their comms. "Get ready for a hot drop."
The mercenary tightened his grip on his rifle, the familiar weight of the weapon grounding him. He glanced at Alyssa, who gave him a curt nod—silent confirmation that she was ready.
The drop ship descended rapidly, engines screaming as they neared the surface. The doors hissed open, and the harsh wind whipped through the cabin, carrying with it the scent of burned metal and sulfur. Below, the Covenant base was a sprawling complex of alien structures, pulsing with energy and guarded by patrols of Grunts and Elites.
"This is it," Alyssa said, her voice steady but tense over the comms. "Let's make it count."
Without hesitation, the mercenary unstrapped himself and followed her to the edge of the drop ship. The ground rushed up to meet them as they jumped, their armor thrusters engaging at the last second to cushion their fall. He landed with a solid thud, dust kicking up around him as he crouched low, scanning the area.
The rest of the ONI team spread out quickly, moving with the practiced precision of seasoned operatives. They were well-trained, but the mercenary knew better than to rely on anyone but himself and Alyssa. Missions like this could go wrong in an instant, and the Covenant would not hesitate to crush any weakness.
"Team, move to position Alpha," the squad leader's voice crackled over the comms. "We need to infiltrate the base before they realize we're here."
The mercenary and Alyssa moved in unison, keeping low as they advanced toward the perimeter of the Covenant base. The landscape was littered with debris and the charred remains of failed human operations, a stark reminder of what happened to those who underestimated the enemy.
They reached a ridge overlooking the base and crouched behind cover, their eyes scanning the alien structure. Covenant patrols moved in steady patterns, Grunts shuffling along the outer perimeter while the more dangerous Elites watched from elevated positions.
"What's the plan?" Alyssa asked, her voice low and controlled.
The mercenary's eyes flicked to the Elite Zealots, towering figures with energy swords clipped to their sides, their movements predatory and precise. Taking them head-on would be suicide.
"Distraction," he muttered. "We need to draw the patrols away from the main entrance. Once they're occupied, we slip inside and find that artifact."
Alyssa nodded, already adjusting the settings on her rifle. "I'll set up a remote charge. It'll buy us a few minutes once it blows."
The mercenary watched as she moved silently, planting the charge on a nearby outcropping of rock. Her movements were swift and efficient, a reflection of years spent in the field. He couldn't help but feel a strange sense of calm when she was near. She was the one person in this universe he could rely on—at least, for now.
"Charge is set," Alyssa said, returning to his side. "Ready?"
He nodded, gripping his rifle tighter as the system blinked in his vision again.
[Quest Updated: Infiltrate Base.]
The timer on the charge counted down in the corner of his HUD, each second feeling like a lifetime. The tension in the air was palpable, every breath carrying the weight of the mission ahead.
The explosion came suddenly, a blinding flash of light followed by a deafening roar. Dust and debris shot into the air as the remote charge detonated, sending shockwaves through the ground. The Covenant patrols reacted immediately, Grunts scrambling in panic while the Elites moved with deadly precision, barking orders and directing their forces toward the explosion.
"Move!" Alyssa barked, already sprinting toward the now-exposed side entrance of the base.
The mercenary followed close behind, his body moving on instinct as the system guided him forward. His heart pounded in his chest, but his mind was clear, every action calculated and precise. The system had trained him well.
They reached the entrance just as the last of the Covenant forces diverted to the explosion site. Alyssa hacked the door controls with practiced ease, the alien technology responding sluggishly to her overrides.
The door hissed open, and they slipped inside the base, the cool, sterile air a sharp contrast to the chaos outside. Inside, the base was a labyrinth of narrow corridors and dimly lit rooms, each one humming with the low thrum of Covenant machinery.
"We need to find the control center," Alyssa said, her voice calm but focused. "That's where they'll be keeping the data on the artifact."
The mercenary nodded, his eyes scanning the corridors for any signs of movement. The system blinked again, updating his objective.
[New Objective: Retrieve Forerunner Data.]
They moved quickly through the base, avoiding patrols and sticking to the shadows. The tension was suffocating, every step bringing them closer to their goal—and closer to whatever threat the Covenant was hiding here.
As they rounded a corner, the mercenary froze. His HUD flickered, picking up a strange energy signature nearby. It was unlike anything he had encountered before, a pulsing, ethereal glow that seemed to resonate in his bones.
"What is that?" Alyssa asked, her voice barely a whisper.
He shook his head. "I don't know. But we need to find out."
They followed the energy signature deeper into the base, moving cautiously as the glow grew stronger. The walls around them seemed to vibrate with a low hum, as if the base itself was reacting to their presence.
Finally, they reached a large, circular chamber at the heart of the base. In the center of the room stood a towering pedestal, atop which rested a Forerunner artifact—a strange, crystalline structure that pulsed with an otherworldly light. Covenant engineers worked feverishly around it, their alien voices echoing through the chamber as they attempted to unlock its secrets.
The mercenary's heart raced as he stared at the artifact. This was it. The reason they were here. The reason ONI had sent them into the heart of enemy territory.
"That's what they want," Alyssa whispered, her eyes locked on the artifact. "We need to move fast."
Before he could respond, his HUD blinked again, and a new message flashed across his vision.
[New Quest: Retrieve Artifact.]
He tightened his grip on his rifle, his mind already calculating the best approach. But as they prepared to make their move, a low growl echoed through the chamber, sending a chill down his spine.
From the shadows, an Elite Zealot stepped forward, its energy sword igniting with a hiss of plasma. Its glowing eyes locked onto them, and it let out a guttural snarl.
The mercenary's blood turned to ice.
This was going to be a fight for survival.