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As Spartan 27 walked down the corridor of the mysterious building found on the giant ring planet that the Covenant called "Halo," he noticed a strange emanating sound, like the sound of footsteps coming closer to his position. He knew they must be close, but how close, he couldn't tell. It is impossible to tell how far away sounds are in such large metallic underground corridors. Knowing that it was completely possible that the Covenant was just a few meters away, maybe even around his next corner, he slowed his pace and drew out his combat shotgun, which at close range, could cause quite the bloodbath if put in the right hands.
As he rounded the next corner, a group of four Covenant Elites, along with two jackals, and a small number of grunts waited, weapons poised, ready to open fire at any time. Knowing that this fight could be quite dangerous, he quickly lobbed a grenade, and backed around the corner again.
When he looked back out, there was still three elites standing, along with the two jackals, who had appeared to use their shields to defend against the blast, and but three grunts, who at the mere sight of the "walking army," as they called him, ran as fast as they could. Suddenly, he felt a splitting pain in the back of his head, and as he fell to the ground dieing, he noticed that one of the grunts had managed to circle around and beat him down with his plasma pistol.
Spartan 27 awoke suddenly.
Realizing that he had only had a dream, Spartan 27 looked around his small barracks room as his eyes adjusted to the dark surroundings. He remembered now that he was based on a rather large planetary station on one of the five moons of Zanzibar, which was in the same system as the second "Halo" ring had been. It had seemed that ever since the destruction of the third "Halo" ring, he had been having horrible nightmares about his incident underground, where he had almost lost his life multiple times. He would also often wake up with a splitting headache, probably because of the concussion that he received from the grunt that jumped him. Although the grunt had gotten a few lucky strikes in, he was still no match for the scientifically developed strength and speed of a Spartan.
As Spartan 27 walked down the barracks hallway to the armory, he noticed many armed guards carefully patrolling the hallways. It seemed that they received another tip of a covenant attack. As he reached the armory, he put his hand up to the door scanner. It gave him his usual welcome of "Good day Sergeant First Class. Remember to put all weapons and ammunition back where you found it."
As he walked into the armory, he walked up to his private weapons rack, where he pulled out his H&K .50 caliber assault rifle, and his .45 caliber semi-automatic pistol. He sat down at the nearest table he could find, and began to disassemble the rifle, in order to make sure that it was properly cleaned and oiled.
It seemed that he would not have time to clean either weapons after all. As Spartan began disassembling the trigger mechanism and the firing pin, a giant thud rocked the station. The "All Hands" signal came over the loud speaker, just as the red emergency lights flashed on.
Spartan quickly reassembled his assault rifle. As quickly as he could, he put on his CJKOLS cybernetic battle suit, put his .45 caliber side arm in its leg holster, grabbed a handful of grenades, and started running towards the emergency zone. Everywhere around him, Marines scrambled to their posts, and prepared themselves for battle.
