"Go, Go, GO! Amigo!"
"Sir, is it... safe?"
"Damnit, Marine! If I needed your opinion, would I ask ya?"
"Sir, no sir!"
"CLEAR THE AISLE! Chief a-comin' through!"
The marines all assembled against the walls, saluting the Master Chief with smarts. The Ark stood tall and proud behind him, piercing the sky with its deadly tip. The Chief nodded, a grin forming under his helm.
'These marines are smarter than I thought.'
Seargent Johnson, AKA Johnson, or just Sarge, jogged up to the Chief. "Sir!" he saluted.
"At ease, Sarge. Wheres that damned covenant I made allies with?"
"This way, sir"!
Johnson showed the Chief to a room, where the Arbiter sat.
"Arbiter."
"Demon."
The SPARTAN unslung his assault rifle, aiming it at the covenant bastard, "Better start talking."
"I'd rather you kill me," the Arbiter said, "than die by my own people."
"Hmph. Noted," the Chief started pulling the trigger.
"Chief, DON'T." A female SPARTAN? Hmm... that was unusual. She walked in, garbed in full black MJOLNIR.
"A SPARTAN 3, Hm? Well, incase you don't know, you take the orders from me." The Chief had worked on his self-esteem and his talking problem while alone in the ark.
"Oh, Chief, I know. I know," she grinned under her helmet. She extended her hand out. "M'names Nicole, SPARTAN number Idenfication 458."
"I heard about you. You were sent back in time in Slipspace protocol, and entered in a so-called tournament called 'Dead or Alive'."
"That, is true as the deep blue, Chief."
"Welcome to the sqaud, SPARTAN," the Chief grinned, slinging his assault rifle and shaking hands with her, "Arbiter, I'll deal with you. Later."
"Demon, kill me. I shall not see my people killed!"
"I have some interrogation I'll use on you."
HARRUMPH. BAAAAAAA! Drrr... "Damn! They're everywhere!"
"No, God, No!" barked the Chief, unslinging his assault rifle, running out from the building, and aiming around him. Nothing... A sadistic Flood Combat form jumped up.
"I got this one!" Nicole barked, jumping up. She grabbed the flood, stuck a Plasma grenade to it, and kicked it. The zombie wasn't lucky, as it exploded.
The Chief opened his mouth, and shut it. Here, was a woman who knew how to fight.

"Star-struck, sir?" she mocked, dancing about him.
"Get serious, soldier. Every one you kill, thirty more rise up."
She stopped. "Yes sir. Where can I get a weapon?"
The Chief tossed her his side-arm. A simple .43 Magnum would do. "I owe ya won!"

The flood rushed out, and Johnson himself unslung his assault rifle. He blew away a parasite form, and an infection form into two.
The Chief, however, was using the butt of his gun, and blew away enemies from all angles.
Those, however, facing Nicole, were screwed. One jumped onto her visor, and she stuck it, and sent it packing into two combat forms. BOOSCH! They exploded.

"Everyone! Into the Ark! We'll hold them off from there!" the Chief barked, dashing into it himself.
"We-are-screwed..." panted a marine.
"Shut that contraption what you call a mouth, PRI-VATE!" barked Johnson.
The Chief sealed the door. Something flashed inside...
"Chief, I think its gonna get a helluva lot worse."

That was only chapter ONE of my new story, Halo- The Lost Legends. Stay tuned!