This is a completly original story set about the same time as Halo: Combat Evolve(Halo 1). Yay its updated! So its a little longer than it was, but it's still a little short. This is rated T for language and violence so please don't get mad at me when you read it. Hope you guys enjoy and please review to tell me what you guys think.
Disclaimer; I don't own the Halo franchise but I do own pretty much everything else in this story.
Halo: Renegade
Chapter 1:
Spartan 212 raised out of the rubble of the crashed UNSC spacecraft. Looking around at the rubble, he assumed he was the only one who survived, and even he was only hanging on by a thread.
His AI showed him his vital readings on his HUD, and he didn't look so hot. He saw he had multiple fractures to his right radius, multiple cracked ribs, a broken collarbone, and a hairline fracture to his left leg. He hoped that in a weeks he would be able to be combat ready because of his highly evolved state as a Spartan, but seeing the waves and waves of Phantoms and Banshees flying into the atmosphere he knew he didn't have that long.
"Caroline, where are we?" 212 asked.
"The UNSC controlled Renegade system. This planet is a vital docking station for trade roots to Earth. Probably why the covenant are so eager to take it out." The AI answered.
"What do the planet's defenses look like?" The Spartan followed up.
"Minimal, the UNSC didn't put a strong military force here due to it being so closely protected by Reach. They never thought anyone could take out that military stronghold." The AI replied.
"Thank you Caroline. Scan the ship for anymore signs of life while I search for weapons." Spartan 212 finished.
The spartan hobbled through the rubble, moving debris with his good arm while trying to find any hope of a gun. After a bout 30 seconds Caroline suddenly started talking again.
"Spartan, I have found two heat signatures which appear to still be moving in the ship." The AI reported.
"Where are they?" The spartan asked.
"I'm putting a way-point down which should direct you right to them."
Suddenly a blue spire appeared on the Spartan's HUD about a thousand meters away.
"They just had to be on the complete other side of the ship didn't they." Mumbled the injured spartan.
"Yes, the hull seems to be in pretty good shape over there as well, to bad it looks like the cargo bay, which is probably why there aren't more alive." Caroline replied.
The Spartan started limping as fast as he could to get over to where the survivors were. He had walked about 200 meters when suddenly his AI started alerting him.
"Mayday mayday, we have got a Covenant drop ship incoming." Warned Caroline.
"How close?" the spartan asked.
"Just on the outskirts of the crash. They are probably a scouting party to search for any survivors." The AI answered. "You should probably hide if you want any chance of survival."
"I can't." The spartan replied "I have to rescue those marines before they are found."
So 212 mustered all the strength he could and started running towards the way-point where the survivors were supposed to be. He had run about 50 meters when he say the first grunt. Luckily the small alien couldn't see him because he was looking in the opposite direction. The Spartan took out the knife sheathed on his shoulder and quietly snuck up on it. He had gotten within about 3 yards from it when it started to turn around. The Spartan had to act quick and jumped the rest of the distance, plunging the knife deep into the grunt's skull.
212 then picked up the needler the grunt was carrying and again started sprinting to the waypoint. Unfortunately, after he came around the corner of a pile of rubble he saw an elite staring right him. The Spartan quickly aimed and fired hoping to kill the thing before it could get a shot off because right now his shields were not in very good condition. The first ten pink projectiles pierced the alien knocking out its shields, but it was able to evade the rest of the clip and now the Spartan was a sitting duck without ammo.
The elite took aim and just as the spartan thought for sure he was dead, he saw blood splatter out of the back of the elite's head followed immediately by a loud thundering noise which could be nothing other than the sound of a sniper round being fired. Before the elite had even hit the ground another round was heard, which the Spartan saw hit a jackal a little ways to his right.
Sniper bullets continued to fly until there was nothing left of the covenant scouting party. Spartan 212 walked over to where the shots were fired assuming that that's where the two survivors were. When he arrived he found two marines, a man and a woman, armed with a sniper rifle each placed on there backs and the girl carried a battle rifle in her hands and the man carried a DMR in his.
"I am Corporal James Hardy," the man introduced "And this is Private Kim Parr." The Spartan saluted each of them in turn. Then the Corporal Hardy handed the Spartan a Pistol and a DMR, "I assumed you would be needing these." He said "Now, let's go kick those bastards' asses!"
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