Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20150423015312/@comment-24852191-20150914021015


 * J'Mal grins and leans in towards Phoenix's left ear.

J'Mal: Hm, there shall be no talk. You want peace with me and you may have it.


 * Then, J'Mal nods past Phoenix's shoulder as if pointing to something.

J'Mal: It is him you should fear.


 * J'Mal steps back and before Phoenix can look behind him, an unknown Elite decloaks and runs his energy sword through Phoenix's back. It potrudes from Phoenix's front. The Elite leans into Phoenix's right ear.

Elite: Now, I am avenged.


 * He twists his sword 90 degrees to the right and pulls it out. Golden blood is everywhere as Phoenix drops to the deck of the bridge. Then, a barrage of .45 caliber rounds assault J'Mal and his Elites as the surviving command crew rally to avenge their fallen comrad.


 * Four Elites are pelted so much that their shields pop and are instantly killed. J'Mal, the unknown Elite, and the remaining other Elites storm through out the bridge, and begin killing the crew. Lt. Davis is nocked to the ground in bloody fist fight. Garret is impalled on J'Mal's sword, but not before take two more Elites down with him. Hawk, Davis, Hanchel, and Hastings with Mr. Moon behind them, are cornored. Davis is shot multiple times, but manages a final headshot on one of his attackers. Hanchel, is punched across the mouth. He turns and unloads his entire magizine into the Elite, killing it, but before he's able to reload he is nocked to the ground. Before the Elite can finish him off, Lt. Hawk jumps in the way of the sword, ending her life, but she manages to stick a stolen plasma grenade to the Elite who goes berzerk. He runs into three other elites when it detonates, killing all three. Hastings helps Hanchel up, but are both nocked down.


 * J'Mal orders the remaining Elites to halt.

J'Mal: You fight bravely, but your end has come.


 * Hanchel manages to speak.

Lt. Hanchel: Go.....go.....to.....hell.


 * J'Mal laughs and looks to hos Elites.

J'Mal: Make their deaths quickmand painless. It is a true warrior's death.


 * The Elites all take out energy swords, except for the unknown one, who steps back to J'Mal.

Elite: You are being too kind to these heathens.

J'Mal: Hold your tongue, Shipmaster. I told you, you could have Phoenix and you have had him. Do not order me what to do if you value your life, V'Lamee.

V'Lamee: Hrrrrrrrr, as you wish, my lord.

J'Mal: Slay them!


 * The Elites move in to kill Mim, Dr. Hastings, and Lt. Hanchel.