Disclaimer: I do not own HALO, etc. this story is about what could happen in the next HALO game, HALO 3! Yes I know Dartarus is a bit cheesy, but I couldn't think of a different name. Please review with your ideas of what will happen in the next HALO game. NO FLAMES! Or I will rip your limbs off and taunt you by poking you with a pointy stick and eating your limbs, while talking calmly about the Weather, etc. Please read/ review and enjoy!.
The Forerunner Ship
Location: Earth's orbitTime: Unknown
The Forerunner ship came out of Slipstream in orbit around Earth. Master Chief heard Human voices in his mike.
"We've got a new contact, unknown classification!" yelled a technician
"It's not one of ours, take it out!" order Lord Hood
"This is Spartan One One Seven, can anyone hear me, over!" announced Master Chief
"Isolate that signal" ordered Lord Hood to a communications technician. "Master Chief, you mind telling me why you're on that ship?" enquired Lord Hood
"Sir, finishing this fight" replied Master Chief
And with that Master Chief ran towards a nearby Grav-lift and pressed a random button. The Grav-lift rose quickly for a few seconds, then slowed to a stop outside a door. MC ran through the doors and abruptly stopped. He was in a Brute Armoury. Full of Brutes
"Shit" muttered MC
The Brutes stared at MC
MC stared at the Brutes
Master Chief slowly put a hand in a pocket of his armour and drew out a Plasma Grenade. He primed it and threw it into a crate of Plasma Grenades. After doing this, MC ran out and pressed another random button on the Grav-lift.
The Grenade went off, setting off the other Plasma Grenades, Fuel Rod Cannons and other explosives. All five tons of the stuff.
Onboard the Cairo, Lord Hood watched the Forerunner ship as it neared Earth. 'Oh great' he thought 'more enemies to fight'. Lord Hood sighed and turned towards a console. A blue flash caught his attention. Lord Hood gasped as a section of the Forerunner ship exploded outwards in a blue and green haze. Dismembered bodies and limbs of Brutes flew out in every direction.
A sharp mouthed guard lifted his battle rifle and said "the chief's really giving them hell, isn't he Sir!"
"I hope he wasn't killed in that blast!" said Lord Hood, aloud
MC looked through the Grav-lifts glass floor, to see a blue/green plasma ball rush through the door, annihilating the doors and pelting up the lift shaft, screaming like a million flood Combat Forms wailing. It surged up towards MC, faster then the Grav-lift.
"Son of a Fucking Bitch yelled the Chief in fright. The Grav-lift started to slow down. Soon it and possibly MC would be roadkill. Or liftkill. There was only one thing left to do. As the lift abruptly stopped, MC jumped, bending his legs for maximum height. Seven feet in the air, MC dived through the doors.
The doors closed, just as the blue/green plasma ball sped past, turning the Grav-lift into atoms.
MC got to his feet. "Dammit" he exclaimed, "there goes my ride!"
MC turned around. He was in some kind of prison area. But strangely instead of Humans being in the cells, there were Elites, Grunts and Hunters.
'Strange thought MC Why are Covenant imprisoned in their own cells?'
Movement caught MC's eyes. A Brute Captain was walking down the corridor, checking the cells. MC got out his M90 Shotgun. The counter read thirty-six cartridges. MC cocked his gun and ran towards the Brute Captain.
The Brute Captain saw MC. Of course he as it would, as it would be quite hard not to see an eight foot green warrior pelting down a corridor at you with a nasty looking Shotgun in his hands. Unless that person was absolutely stupid. The Brute roared and aimed it's Brute Shot at MC.
As the Brute fired MC jumped and flew over the Brute. As he went over the Brutes head, MC put the gun to the top of the Brutes head and fired.
The Brutes skull caved in and it fell down dead.
The imprisoned Covenant all looked startled. MC switched on his translator and crouched down by a SPECOPS Grunt and began to speak.
The Grunt, Jamanee inyournuts (real Jamaneel) was dumbstruck. One second he was sitting in his cell, waiting for his inevitable execution, when the green Demon had ran up, from nowhere, to the Brute Guard and killed him. Now he was busy trying to make contact with him.
Master Chief was busy with the translator programme, trying to make it translate human English into the Covenant dialogue and vice versa. So far, he had successfully translated Russian into Forerunner.
Even though he had been trained in IT, most of it was forgotten and replaced by memories of killing Covenant, Flood, Forerunners and the best ways to kill them. Normally it would have taken nanoseconds if Cortana had been there. Finally, though, after Ten minutes, he was able to talk in and understand the Covenant dialogue.
"Hello? Can you understand me?" MC questioned.
"Y-Yes" nervously answered the Grunt
"What is your name?"
"Jamaneel" squeaked Jamaneel
"Why are and your comrades locked up? What has happened to the Covenant?" Enquired MC.
Master Chief had seen the Covenant fighting each other in High Charity. Cortana had found out from the Covenant radio network that the Covenant had split up into two main groups.
The first group consisted of Grunts, Elites and Hunters. The second group consisted of Drones, Jackals and Brutes. Although, there were a quite few Jackals imprisoned as well.
"The Hierarchs have betrayed us" the Grunt gestured at the Covenant around him "We were captured and sentenced to death".
For a moment, MC thought. Then he came to a decision.
"I will let you and your allies go, IF you promise me on your life's that you will not attempt to kill me"
The Grunt turned to a Gold Elite Commander.
"What do we do?" asked the SPECOPS Grunt.
The Gold Elite got up and went up to MC
"We trust him" answered the Elite Commander
"Yeah, right" said MC. MC pushed the button to open the cells. The cell 'doors' slowly charged down. MC moved back against the wall and aimed his shotgun at something the Covenant couldn't see.
The Gold Elite Commander rushed out and attempted to kill MC. When he saw what the Chief's gun was pointed at, he thought otherwise.
The Chief chuckled. His gun was pointed at a Plasma barrel. If he fired, the barrel and the one's next to it would go up. Not even Master Chief would survive the plasmaball.
"Now, from what I've seen and heard, the Prophets have betrayed you, am I right?" enquired the Master Chief to the Elite
"Yes, they have"
"Then why, even though the Prophets told you to, do you still fight Humans?" asked MC, angrily.
After a pause with no answer Master Chief continued.
"Open your minds, your hearts. Why attack Humans? We never did anything to you, yet you attacked us. The Prophets ordered you to destroy us because of Religion. And now they have betrayed you. Did you ever consider your opinions on the matter? Did you ever even think, for YOURSELFS, about what you were doing? Or had the Prophets Brainwashed you completely?" MC finished.
Before the Elite could respond, the Grunt that MC had talked to earlier, walked up to MC and turned to face his Covenant allies.
"The Demon is right!" squeaked the Grunt "We are now free to express our opinions". And MY opinion is to defeat the Hierarch and his Brutes, the Flood and the Forerunners so we can end this war and go home!"
"I am fed up of seeing my fellow Grunts and friends being slaughtered for some useless cause".
"I never wanted a war, I just wanted to stay in my swamp and live in peace. Brothers, do you not hear me?" finished the Grunt, dramatically.
The reaction was imminent.
Hunters waved their shields up and down in the air and roared. The Elites threw their fists into the air and yelled. And the Grunts jumped up and down, their fists in the air, shouting "yippee!" and "yes!" and other words in their high-pitched voices.
Only the Gold Elite Commander stayed quiet. He walked up to the Master Chief and stared straight at where his eyes would, if the visor had not been there, be. The Covenant stopped cheering. The tension went up a notch. MC's finger tensed on the trigger.
The Gold Elite Commander spoke. "My name is Shangel, I am the Supreme Councillor of the Elites, Grunts and Hunters. I have realised my mistakes and I also wish for peace in the Galaxy. I am under your Command".
"No, you are not, for you know how to command these soldiers. I only ask for a Ceasefire and Co-operation" said MC.
"Very well" said the Elite, slightly put down by MC's refusal to his honourable 'Change of Hats'. We shall agree to your terms".
At this the Covenant cheered. The Elite silenced them with a wave of his hand.
"But now, we need a plan".
The MC thought for a moment. "Are there more of you imprisoned on this ship?" asked MC.
"Yes, there are other cells below this level" answered the Gold Elite.
MC thought for a few more seconds. Eventually MC spoke again. "Shangel, take your men and free the other prisoners. I will go and kill truth and set this ship for self-destruct. From there we shall escape, via the escape pods and the designated landing spot will be the Cairo Station".
"Is that an order?" smirked the Elite
"No, but I hope you agree to it" said the MC
The Gold Elite looked at his fellow soldiers. "Yes, I do".
The Covenant cheered and followed the Gold Elite out through the nearby door, which lead to a Grav-lift with doors on either side, that lead down towards the other cells. The Gold Elite shouted some orders and the Covenant split into two groups. 39 Grunts, 25 Elites and 12 hunters in each group. All in all, there were 150 Covenant. The Covenant departed, leaving the MC on his own.
MC put his gun away, crouched in a corner and switched the radio on.
"Lord Hood, are you there?" asked the MC. A few seconds of radio crackle.
"Chief, what can I do for you?" was Lord Hoods response.
"Sir, I have made a Ceasefire with the Covenant onboard this ship. To be exact, with the Elites, Grunts and Hunters. In a few minutes, I shall set the ship on Self-destruct and I, with the Covenant, shall land in the Cairo Station. Sir, I need you to open the Landing Bay doors" Explained MC.
"I see" said a startled and slightly confused Lord Hood. "Will do that"
"Thank you sir" said Spartan 117.
With that done, MC ran onto the Grav-lift, which took him up to the bridge.
The Prophet of Truth looked out over at the chaos that had filled up Earth's orbit. Five Covenant Capital Ships were all that were left of the fifteen that had attacked Earth. An explosion on the far right streaked across the battle area.
Only four Covenant Ships remained. The Humans out numbered the Covenant Ships. Well over 500 Earth ships, plus numerous MAC Gun Platforms littered the battle area.
'It seems the Humans are beginning to win. Not for long though!' Thought the Prophet. The Brutes flitted around the bridge, manning stations or keeping guard. At one station, though there seemed to be a small crowd of Brutes.
At the centre of this gathering were two figures. The first was Tartaruses second in command, Dartarus, and the second figure was a small Forerunner robot.
"You run this ship, right?" asked Dartarus, slowly
"Yes I do" answered the tiny robot. The robot was about 1/3 of the Oracles size, and looked very similar.
"Then you know how to operate the main weapon, right?" enquired Dartarus
"Yes, but it was designed for use against the Flood, and not like this"
"Just get this working. Now!" commanded Dartarus. He pointed his Carbine at the robots eye.
The robot moved towards the consol, and after what seemed a minute of staring, the robot turned back to the Brute.
"The Laser will be fully charged in approximately five minutes" informed the robot.
Dartarus just nodded and grunted. He went to the Prophet of Truth.
"Holy Hierarch, the Shipmaster has readied the weapon. It will be ready in five minutes," informed Dartarus.
"Very good, Dartarus, fire when ready, destroy them and then plot a course for the third HALO"
"Yes, Holy one" thanked Dartarus.
MC was on the Grav-lift, going up. His weapons were fully loaded and he was ready for battle. The Grav-lift slowed to a stop outside a grand pair of doors. Two heavily armed Brute Captains, one on each side, keeping guard.
They roared as soon as they saw MC and charged. Master Chief pelted towards the first Brute and kicked him in the stomach. The Brute Captain went down, and MC shot him in the neck.
'It seems that Brutes can be winded. I could use this to my advantage!'
The other Brute hesitated when it saw it's comrade fall. MC threw a Plasma Grenade at the Brute, but the Brute stepped to one side. The Brute fired two grenades in quick succession.
Master Chief managed to dodge the first grenade, but the second grenade hit him in the stomach. The resulting explosion propelled the MC across the room. He hit the floor. In his head was a high-pitched grating sound. It slowly died down.
The Brute watched the MC with unblinking eyes. He knew what this being was. It had killed many Covenant.
The Demon.
That was what it was called.
The Hierarchs had even gone so far as to announce that if any Covenant soldier managed to kill this Demon, then they would be promoted to Honour Guard Captain. The Brute in question was determined to collect that prize. After all the 'Demon' seemed to be already dead.
MC was about to do the oldest Battle Technique there was. 'Playing Dead'. The Brute walked up to MC and crouched down. Quick as a flash MC shot the Brute with the shotgun. In the Brutes faceplate. The Brute groaned in pain as the MC aimed his shotgun at the Brutes head.
"That hurt" said Master Chief in a dramatic way and fired.
Brains and bones littered the floor. MC strode towards and through the grand doors. Straight onto the bridge, which was full of Brutes.
Amazingly, none of the twenty five Jackals or fifteen Brute Captains noticed the MC. MC liked this a lot.
'Grenade-a-thon!' Thought MC
Taking two Plasma grenades, MC primed them and threw them at the most combustible objects. The Plasma grenades landed onto to explosive barrels, one on each side of the room.
MC then primed three Fragmentation Grenades and threw them. Two of the grenades landed in the group of Brutes, the Brutes that were guarding the small robot as it readied the Laser.
The third Frag Grenade was aimed at the Prophet of Truth, but it bounced of the Prophets chair and got wedged inside a console that a Jackal was disembowelling. The Covenant in the room all stared at MC. For some though it was too late.
The following events are unable to be described properly. Not because of the gruesomeness of the events, it's just that it's too difficult to describe. I will try to describe it to you as best as I can. Without visual aid.
The Grenades exploded. The Jackal that was underneath the disembowelled console, was lifted out from under the console by blue Plasma that looked like blue fire. The Electricity set the Plasma off and it turned into a blue Plasma fireball, which covered the Jackal, and burned it to atomic level.
The Brutes near 'da laser' console had their legs shredded off. The detached limbs flew across the room. Two such limbs hit two Jackals.
One unlucky Jackal had the limb soar through its stomach, effectively chopping it in half. It lay on the floor, squealing in complete and utter agony, blood dribbling uncontrollably from its stomach.
The lucky Jackal had its head ripped off its neck like a football by the Brutes dismembered leg.
The head exploded when it hit the wall.
The Plasma grenades, along with the barrels, imploded. Shards of super heated metal flew everywhere.
The shards went straight through the Jackals and got stuck in the Brutes. Plasma fires spread over the bodies.
An uninjured Brutes leg caught fire. At this time, the Brutes hair was dry. In seconds he was on fire. Screams of agony filled the room as twenty Jackals and twelve Brutes died in severe pain and torment.
As this was happening, Master Chief sat in a corner rocking back and forwards, with his hands over his visor. Master Chief was listening to a random piece of Classical music whilst humming to it.
Eventually MC got up, switched the music off and surveyed the mess. most of the dead Jackals bodies were twitching. There were only five Jackals and three Brutes left alive.
One Brute had its legs in its arms. MC rushed forward and butchered the remaining Jackals. MC then clobbered the Brute to death with its own legs. The Brutes saw this and they both simultaneously committed suicide.
MC looked towards the door that the Prophet of Truth had exited. The words Escape Pod Released spread across it frame.
Then the Self-Destruct sequence began. Five minutes till detonation. Master Chief turned around and ran out of the bridge, towards the escape pods.
End Disclaimer: liked it? Good. Hated it? Die! This is my first above 1000 word chapter so no flaming if it is bad. Only Constructive Criticism will be appreciated!