Betrayal

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Author notes: Yeah this might not go over so well with the majority of people, but then again, I don't give a crap what other people think of me most of the time. So please sit back, relax, and enjoy the story (or least try to). Reviews are deeply appreciated as it motivates me to type faster and get everything done a lot quicker. And yeah, I "sort of"

Jumped ahead in the betrayal part because I thought it would sound better so yeah…

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Halo: Spartan Downfall

By: Natination

John gripped his battle rifle as he felt the pelican do a left wing turn. The ODST's gripped handholds as the Spartan's sheer weight kept him in place. John had made sure he was in the corner where he wouldn't have the chance of crushing anyone if things went south and the pilot had to do maneuvers.

"Hell yeah!" One ODST yelled. "This is awesome!"

"60 seconds till drop marines!" The pilot yelled though the doorway that separated itself from the cargo area.

John was in charge of the group. He sat back as he remembered the briefing. Young bright faces that haven't seen the reality of war yet in their life. War is hell. Hell is war. He put away the thought that he might have to order these men to their deaths. He would try to get these guys out in one piece. They deserved it. Every human saved was worth it.

The pelican almost hit the ground before the pilot lifted up the nose to avert it. Before the door and the motion were over, MC had gotten up and walked his way to the door. The Marines clumsily tried to do the same thing, one managed to do it. Barely.

"Alright Marines hit the dirt!" MC yelled. He might see other Spartans on this battle ground; it was metropolis, planet that is. One of the dense population centers in the Earth Empire. The Covenant was here.

The Marines gingerly got out and as MC walked ahead of them.

"Sergeant" John yelled. "2 meter spread with safeties off. Prepare for anything."

"Sir yes sir!" The Sergeant yelled. His nametag said Jack. "Yuri, Reg and Dave; Dave grab the rockets and let's move it up ladies!"

Dave stood in the middle of the group as the rest fanned out with MC upfront. They had landed in a green field. The grass was up to their thighs and was plenty thick. A thick wooded area was up ahead.

"Identify yourself or die." An incoming transmission went on into MC's radio,

A-band; an infantry unit was sending the signal. They probably had snipers somewhere doing a lookout. Holding up a fist to signal everyone to stop; John accessed his radio. Surprisingly, it sounded like someone he knew.

"This Spartan 117 and ODST squad 83 dropped off by pelican 332." MC called back.

"Really, you do look like a Spartan, but then again…" The voice said back.

"Fred, get your ass out here now and quit fooling around." John said. "Changing your voice does not change your voice pattern but good try anyway."

A Spartan sprang up three feet on the left covered with green brush and light camo. His armor was spray painted a camo effect to blend in with the surroundings. One of the ODST's made a loud curse when the Spartan popped up not seeing him even when he was three feet in front.

Fred did a hand signal and more people popped up. Kelly was 3 feet behind Fred, Linda and Will were up in trees with sniper rifles and they hopped down. Will, Nate and Sam popped up behind them with two squads of Marines in camo.

"Hook, Line; Sinker and you got one dead ODST squad and one Spartan that were 3 minutes from the drop-off point." Fred snickered. He enjoyed success more then any other Spartan John had known.

"Don't make me kick your ass Fred." John warned. He glanced around as everyone came out of their hiding spots. "You know I will. Recon report?"

"Recon says we got a covenant brigade on the move and a division that just landed about 4 clicks south of here. We're going in and destroy them with a tactical nuclear warhead. We have several armored warthog trucks able to carry the tactical nuke on the truck bed." Fred explained. "We were to get in and get out and blow the bomb wiping out half their forces. You are the commanding officer now MC."

"Alright let's move out then." John said. "Let's keep it low and quiet when we came in we got a group of spectres and ghosts about 1 click that way."

"Confirmed." Someone said over the radio. They haven't noticed us yet."

"Let's go." John said.

"Sir, we got something coming in from shipboard." ODST 15 feet away yelled up as he listened on the SATCOM. MC walked over their briskly but tried to remain calm.

"Spartans, come in, I repeat Spartans come in!" Someone yelled.

"Roger, this is Spartan-117, Master Chief." John said calmly into the radio. "Report."

"You have-"The other guy on the end was frantic apparently and was trying to catch his breath.

"Calm down. Take a breath and Calm down." John said to slow down the private. Usually it was a private operating the radio in a combat situation.

The Private managed to catch his breath. "No time. GET OUT OF NOW! EVAC!"

When john heard the words "Get out" He knew this mission went totally and completely FUBAR. MC at once did everyone a hand-signal to get the hell out of here now. Three privates drove up with the trucks as everyone piled into it. MC yanked the SATCOM out of ODST's backpack and signaled at him to get on the truck.

"You have an inbound tactical nuclear warhead heading for you now! We had an UNSC corvette drop in out of slip space and fire it at your position. We almost missed it if we were turned 13 degrees in the other direction like we were supposed to be. We're currently engaged in battle." A Bone crunching lurch was heard over the radio. A series of thuds were heard in response. Archer missiles were launching.

"Roger, thanks for the warning, 117 moving out, send any close by drop ships to pick us up if you can." John yelled. He held the Mic to his shoulder with his head and held the actually SATCOM with his other hand. His other grappled onto a truck and he swung himself onto the truck. It lurched under the weight and he quickly took a seat. He attached the Mic back to the SATCOM as the truck accelerated at top speed the way the pelican had dropped him off.

John looked up into the sky and started to see a shape appear ghost like above the clouds. It dashed towards the covenant like a meteor. John with his enhanced eyesight could see that it was indeed a tactical nuke. It was clean warhead though, All negative effects on the human body would be gone within 24 hours.

It went on behind a hill in the distance where a large thud was heard. 10 seconds later it went off on a timer set to explode 10 seconds after impact. The ground impacted as it uplifted the soil tossing up massive boulders and rocks the size of wraith tanks and pelicans. They came back down just as the first shockwave past and hit the slower second wave. Rolling across the ground like demons with a purpose they crushed anything that got in their way, covenant or nature likewise.

"Shit…." John muttered to himself as he looked again at the approaching shockwave. They were still within range and if it hit them, he didn't know what would happen. It kept on coming, everyone urged the drivers to go faster but to no avail.

"Brace for impact!" John yelled into the radio. John heard Nate mutter an "Ah shit" over the radio just before he blacked out. He felt his body rising then falling. A wave of pressure hit him again several seconds later after he hit the ground hard. His body ached as he finally went unconscious.