Fearless
The lone Spartan raced through the deck of the alien warship, slamming the butt of his shotgun into the face of a Brute, or pumping a round of metal into a Grunt's torso. The Spartan, whose name was Master Chief, was trying to find a Prophet by the name of Truth, who intended to destroy the entire universe. He came to a dead end in the ship, and turned to see a gigantic alien by the name of Klagjiil, or Arbiter. The Elite's breath clouded up the Spartan's visor as he said, "Demon, why are you here?" Master Chief unfogged his visor, and said "Huh, funny, I remember Gravemind telling you to be at that… base." Arbiter looked at him, and Master Chief saw sadness in his eyes. He knew he had been close to the aliens before they turned against him. Now, all he had were humans and his fellow Elites.
Arbiter teleported onto the beach of San Gigimano on Earth, and looked around. What he saw shattered his heart. He saw the dead bodies of many of his fellow Elites, felled by the treacherous and bloodthirsty Brutes. He grabbed one of their swords, and started toward the mouth of a cave, the light of the sword showing him his path in the fairly darkened cavern. He initiated his camouflage, and evaporated into thin air. He crept throughout the cavern, killing any and all Brutes he found, and eventually came upon a door. He slid his finger across a small indenture, and the door slid open. He walked through and saw two of his fellow Elites, and two giant armored Hunters. "Come, Arbiter. The Hunters have joined our cause. We have the upper hand." With that, another door slid open behind them, and three Brutes walked out, with Grunts and Jackals coming in behind them. They had Carbines pointed at the Elites heads, and electrical staves to short out the Hunters' armor. "Drop your weapons, now," One Brute commanded. The Arbiter had put up his sword, and dropped his useless Plasma Pistol. The others did the same, while the Hunters took off their weapon holders. They had small plasma cannons in their wrist shields, an improvement the Prophets never knew they made to their armor. They looked at each other, and turned their heads toward the grinning Brutes.
Master Chief walked out of an extraordinarily large door, and saw a large, dark, seemingly empty room. He smiled under his helmet. He just had to walk to the other side. No grand fight to the death in an extremely large arena. No, the only fighting he would be doing was on the other side of a door at the end of the corridor. He smiled yet again. He was going delusional. Of course there would be something or someone in this room. It was the perfect condition for an ambush. He walked through, seemingly off guard, and heard a Grunt's squeaky, tinny giggle. He kept walking like he never heard it. He heard a small slap, which was probably from a Brute, which didn't take kindly to his little outburst. They were terrible at ambushing, as far as he was concerned.