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A/N: I felt a little obligated to provide some April Fools laughs. However, as the attempt showed last year, I think it better to post this as a stand alone piece. The following is a scene I wrote for a coming sequel to the Art of War. Hope you enjoy.
As the door sealed behind them, an ominous haze covered the vast chamber with a sickly green tint. It was then that the team got a good look at their surroundings, instead of the geometrically shaped metallic wall, an alien flesh covered nearly every inch of the chamber with a green ooze slicking the surfaces. A low sound, something of a cross between a hum and a growl, permeated the room.
"Wait, I've seen this movie before." Steven commented.
Before Nicole could shut Steven up, the six Spartans heard motion in the distance.
"Well that's early." Richard piqued. "Usually, the suspense lasts for a full half minute."
A single figure shambled out from the mist. Its desiccated yellow-green flesh took the form of a covenant elite, or at least what used to be an elite. Pieces of its armor had all but fallen off with its neck limply hanging backwards. A few fleshy claws or whiskers extended out from near its collarbone. Most conspicuously, there were long whip-like extensions of flesh and bone extending out from its wrists.
Several more figures emerged from behind the first. More these creatures appeared, though now there were some brutes and even a few humans in the same condition along with the former elites.
Predictably, fear was the last thing that the Spearheads had on their minds.
"Whoa!" Steven marveled as he melodramatically leaned a little forward to inspect their guests. "Space zombies!"
As one, the creatures growled in aggression at the intruders, prompting Wa to return his own subvocal challenge.
"Ha! I knew we would eventually run into some! Called it!" Serena shouted with her fist extended victoriously into the air.
"Oh, look at that one." Jonathan giddily shouted as he pointed towards a new creature that looked like a gas bladder on legs. "He looks like he's about ready to go kaa blammo. Who has a stick?"
"Fuck yeah!" Richard shouted as he drew his arc blade machete into the air with anticipation. "I've always wanted to be in a zombie apocalypse!"
Wa cackled evilly as he took another good look at the rabble as his vision tinted crimson. They had all the hints of a swarming horde, exactly his type of fight.
"Let's go get them, lads!" Steven shouted as he fixed his bayonet onto his rifle.
As one, the team charged forward before the horde of creatures could react. That is, all except for Nicole who was left behind as the shock trooper took lead and slammed into to horde, crushing several of the creatures under his enormously heavy footsteps. The Spearhead CO passively looked on for more seconds before she gracefully sidestepped several severed flaming zombie alien limbs hurtling through the air.
"Coochie Coohie Coochie!" Jonathan shouted as he chased after several tentacle propelled fleshy pods on the ground.
With an exasperated sigh, Nicole shook her head and joined the fray.
"I'm working with children"