Halo: Agent Locke
The scene is set after Agent Jameson Locke (Who will be referred to as just Locke) and Arbiter have an intense talk about John 117 and Locke's true mission. watch?v=IM6ejQO7nrs That link shows what I'm talking about. Anyways! On with the story! I hope you enjoy!
After the talk with Arbiter, Locke was beginning to think about what would happen if he really did find 117. He was most definitely surprised at the Arbiter titling the Master Chief as a friend. But even the most brutal and noble Sangheili can befriend a "Demon," in their eyes. Locke's deep thought was interrupted, as a massive promethean…. thing… shot out from the ground, causing Locke to stagger and go down on one knee. The promethean fired multiple pulse grenades, then sunk back into the hot sand, only to pop up yet again like a worm, and fire even more pulse grenades. Locke was caught off guard, and was very quickly overwhelmed by the promethean worm's strategy. His shoulder burned like hell and he realized he got hit with one of the pulse grenades, rendering his shields defenseless. The worm rose from the ground again, realizing that its strategic bombard of chaos had worked, and went for the killing blow. It sprang from the ground and was in the air for what seemed like an eternity. All out of options, Locke closed his eyes and sprayed aimlessly at the airborne worm. To his surprise, he wasn't touched. Maybe his rapid fire had killed the worm. That was unlikely of course, he knew that. He opened his eyes and stood up, finally discovering his savior.
The largest sangheili he had ever seen was breathing heavily by the slowly disintegrating promethean. The elite was around 10ft tall, with dark grey skin, shown in the spaces of his armor. However he was wearing an extremely light-weight helmet, covering only his mandibles and the top of his head. His armor was a shimmering white, and looked like a bright gem in a sea of quartz. "I am Rtas 'Vadum, yet some call me shipmaster," Rtas said in a deep booming voice. "Me and my brethren will accompany you on your journey, until the Arbiter is ready is join us." Locke stood up. "Thanks," he said, "But I don't need your help." Rtas chuckled. "Just like you didn't need my help with that promethean? If it weren't for me and my energy sword, I'm sure you would be decapitated by that worm's seven layers of metal teeth." Locke tensed up. Rtas was right. He needed the sangheilis' help. "Alright," Locke replied. "But only until the Arbiter joins us, then you must leave." Rtas nodded, "Fair enough Agent Locke, but until then you are stuck with me and my warriors." Locke agreed, and the company continued on through the desert, in search of the Master Chief.
As they neared the edge of the desert, they looked into the jungle that stood before them. None of them knew the dangers that lurked deep within the massive, extravagant tangle of trees. "We should cut straight through, it will take too long to go around," Rtas said. "What if there are more prometheans?" One of the more cowardly elites replied. "No matter, we will go through the forest with speed and cunning, what say you sangheili warriors?" Rtas boomed. They all roared, even the cowardly elite was motivated by the fierce war leader. Locke nodded towards Rtas and they trotted into the jungle, weapons raised. Thousands of sounds echoed through the area, bouncing off the cacao and jungle trees. A small orange light shown through the upper forest leaves, and at first Locke thought it was the sun. But then he walked closer, and closed, finally realizing that it was a dormant promethean jaguar, sleeping in the tree. Locke whispered to Rtas and his elites, "Don't make any sound! There is a sleeping promethean!" Locke spat out the last few words, as he was out of breath. The sangheili slowly creeped past until they came to the other side. They all released a massive, grateful sigh. But right as they were about to leave, a stick crackled under one of the larger elites foot. They all looked at each other, eyes open wide.
Rtas' sword lit up, and he roared. The promethean charged at one of the scouting elites who just so happened to be armed with only a small dagger made out of light hycrelium, a light metal from Sanghelios that also made up the base of the Energy Sword. The elite dove out of the way, nearly missing the 3 inch claws of the promethean jaguar. Rtas swiftly ran at the promethean, slicing through one of its arms and causing it to howl in pain. He dodged two or three swipes by the promethean and struck again, this time with perfect accuracy. The promethean fell to the ground, lifeless. Its luminescent orange faded, and it slowly started deteriorating in orange and yellow particles. "That was close," said Locke. "Indeed, we need to be prepared for more beasts such as this." The elites nodded in understanding, and the group continued through the deep jungle. The many noises broke nearly everyone's concentration, yet Locke found it peaceful. He thought about home, and the comfort of it. He annihilated these thoughts with haste. "Spartans don't think like that, focus Locke," he thought to himself. But he kept drifting off, it was inevitable.
He thought about many things spartans shouldn't. He thought about relaxation and a nice vacation from all the war, fighting, and killing. He thought about Tori, his girlfriend. The UNSC didn't know about the two spartans relationship, and Locke wasn't going to tell them. A class one spartan with a class two spartan was frowned upon anyways, even though having a relationship as a spartan was bad enough. The group kept going until they found a forerunner artifact. It was a similar design to that of the Forerunner Dreadnought, that the Prophet of Truth used to travel the The Ark. The artifact was much smaller however, and didn't look as if it could fly. They journeyed into the structure to find an extravagant blue light bridge, leading to a control panel in the center of the building. They walked along the bridge to the edge of the control panel. Rtas stepped forward, "We should not activate it until we find out what it is." Locke shook his head, "We have no choice, we don't know this place and our journey is already at risk. We need to take a chance." A deep, sinister, booming voice came from below. "Mwhahahaha, one is cautious, while the other is hasty." "The Gravemind?" Locke asked. "We will exist together soon, two corpses in one grave, ashes to ashes, dust to dust." "Come beast! And face your destroyer!" Rtas yells. Two giant tentacles come up from below the light bridge, and whack Locke and Rtas back to the entrance to the building. "We must activate it, it's our only hope!" Locke yelled to the sangheili. "Fine, we will try. Forward warriors! And fear not pain or death!" Rtas boomed. Flood combat forms sprung at the warriors and the two fearless battalions clashed.