The Maverick
Shit! My hatch wouldn't open. Well this certainly wouldn't do. I used all my might, which is considerable for a Spartan, to attempt to pry open the damn hatch. It wasn't budging. God! Next mission after being found from being MIA and you'd think the gods of war would say "Well there, you have had a bad time indeed. Let me help you." Instead Ares made an uncouth gesture at me. Fucking perfect. I opened a channel to G2, another squadmate.
"G2 come in G2." Nothing but static. Ok stay cool Spartan. You're fine. You're g- My thoughts were cut off by an Elite Zealot at my pod. I froze. Just for a moment. It was all I needed. I surveryed the terrain. Nothing but tundra as far as my augmentated eyes could see. Except for this hingehead freak.
"Here goes a beer..." I said this as I kicked open the hatch. It flew over the Zealot, knocking him down to the ground, where I flipped over the Zealot. I was on the other side as he got up. His energy sword rose. The bastard stabbed and I evaded him. I pulled my knife out. Some quick stabs later he was down. I pulled my knife out of his ass.
"For Tribute."
My name is Jai-005 by the way.
And this is my story
Guys this is going to be the shortest chapter by far. I do intend to work on it more if people like it... or at least notice it. I got no reviews or favorites last time...So yeah.