Halo: The Black Widows
Prologue
They sat in wait, all around the Covenant. The creatures moved soundlessly, and fast. These were not the Flood, but something else. The Covenant didn't know what they were. All they knew was that they were being hunted. Carried thousands of light years from the Covenant home world, these creatures now spawn on Earth. Alien creatures more vicious than the Flood, more ruthless than the Covenant, and perhaps, they shall prove to be more skilled than the Spartan, Master Chief.
They sat around the Covenant. Three Elites, a few Jackals, and a dozen or so grunts. A force to be reckoned with, but the creatures didn't give it a second thought. They surrounded them, and waited. Their trap was laid, and the Covenant were walking into it.
Unsuspecting, the lead Jackal ran out front. A deep scar, given to him by friendly fire from a dying grunt on Reach, was drawn across it's eye. It's golden shield gleamed, ready to throw off any attack, known or not. It as standard protocol to keep them on at all times, especially on Earth.
The scarred Jackal sauntered forward, plasma pistol at his side. He tripped the trap. The creatures moved in.
Nothing was left when they were done.
The creatures disappeared like ghosts, killing and mutilating swiftly and descisivly. The Covenant never knew what hit them. All but one.
A Covenant Elite, the rear guard for the squad, came up when the creatures were all gone. The Elite walked forward, and then stopped. His eyes scanned the area. His team was nowhere in sight. "Yatkou worried," the creature said in its backward tongue. It sounded perfectly normal to him, but to any human around, it sounded backwards.
The creatures had come and gone, killing all in sight, but one, very lucky Elite would go back and report a most terrible incident. The Black Widows were here.
Prologue
They sat in wait, all around the Covenant. The creatures moved soundlessly, and fast. These were not the Flood, but something else. The Covenant didn't know what they were. All they knew was that they were being hunted. Carried thousands of light years from the Covenant home world, these creatures now spawn on Earth. Alien creatures more vicious than the Flood, more ruthless than the Covenant, and perhaps, they shall prove to be more skilled than the Spartan, Master Chief.
They sat around the Covenant. Three Elites, a few Jackals, and a dozen or so grunts. A force to be reckoned with, but the creatures didn't give it a second thought. They surrounded them, and waited. Their trap was laid, and the Covenant were walking into it.
Unsuspecting, the lead Jackal ran out front. A deep scar, given to him by friendly fire from a dying grunt on Reach, was drawn across it's eye. It's golden shield gleamed, ready to throw off any attack, known or not. It as standard protocol to keep them on at all times, especially on Earth.
The scarred Jackal sauntered forward, plasma pistol at his side. He tripped the trap. The creatures moved in.
Nothing was left when they were done.
The creatures disappeared like ghosts, killing and mutilating swiftly and descisivly. The Covenant never knew what hit them. All but one.
A Covenant Elite, the rear guard for the squad, came up when the creatures were all gone. The Elite walked forward, and then stopped. His eyes scanned the area. His team was nowhere in sight. "Yatkou worried," the creature said in its backward tongue. It sounded perfectly normal to him, but to any human around, it sounded backwards.
The creatures had come and gone, killing all in sight, but one, very lucky Elite would go back and report a most terrible incident. The Black Widows were here.