My obsession with Halo has reached new heights...Nuff said. Oh! And I don't own Halo or none of that affiliated stuff.

Got this idea from the Halo 3 trailer that showed on E3 '06 Live G4.

"Halo 3: Finish the Fight"

"I have defied Gods and Demons."

"I am your shield...I am your sword."

"I know you...Your past...Your future."

"This is how the World will end."

The Master Chief awoke with a start. He had had the strangest dream. He dreamed that he was on Earth, in Africa. Something had been found under the sands of the Sahara, something not human, something with terrible yet awesome power. Cortana was there with him so-to-speak. She wasn't linked with him but he had still felt her presence.

"That's right! Cortana!" He thought to himself.

He had to leave her on High Charity when he had boarded the Prophet's ship. Now there was the remote chance that the Covenant could seize her and extract all the information about Earth and its whereabouts.

"Cortana...no." He thought.

He then thought about High Charity's infestation of the Flood, a parasite that kills the host then attaches itself to the host's nervous system, thereby taking control of the hosts range of movements and knowledge of weapons and equipment. The Chief winced. They even made a few "adjustments" to the host. In the form of razor-like tentacles, and superhuman jumping abilities. The Chief had witnessed the power of these "adjustments" first hand. He had seen a combat form cleave a grunt in two, then charge straight for him without a moment's hesitation. Anyway, there probably wasn't anyone left alive on High Charity to take Cortana.

He did a quick weapons and ammo check.

"Hmm. Not good."

Some of his weapons had shaken loose on the impact of his landing. All he had with him were two fragmentation grenades, one plasma grenade, a customized pistol with a scope, two clips for his pistol, and a shotgun with only six shells.

The Chief then surveyed his surroundings. He seemed to be in a storage facility. There were a few Covenant vehicles scattered around, such as Wraiths and Ghosts. He heard movement and quickly dove behind one of the Covenant tanks. He peered out from behind his cover and spotted two Jackals who seem to be arguing over something. His translator said that they were arguing over whether or not the Elites had really betrayed the Covenant.

(Covenant talk will be in Bold)

"I'm telling you, the Elites have endangered the Great Journey. That's why they're locked up with the human prisoners. We are lucky that the Brutes are here to aid us." Said The First Jackal To Die In My Story.

"Hmm. The Covenant forces are divided. Maybe the Elites will help me." The Chief thought.

"Yeah whatever, I still think it's a conspiracy made by the Bru- Hey what's that?" Said The Second Jackal To Die In My Story.

The Chief looked to where he was pointing. It was one of his grenades that had come loose during his fall.

"Oh shit,"thought The Chief.

He quickly unholstered his pistol and activated the 2X scope. He pointed it at the curious Jackal, then changed his mind and aimed at the other Jackal. He steadied his arms then fired.

The bullet slammed into the side of the Jackal's head, the slug leaving a gaping exit wound in it's wake. The Jackal crumpled to the floor with a gurgling sound. It never knew what hit him.

The second Jackal didn't seem to notice that his partner had been shot. It bent down and picked up the grenade.

"Hey what do you think this- OMP! (Oh My Prophet)"

He had turned around to show his partner the strange object, only to find him lying in a pool of blood and bone fragments.

He heard the clank of metal on metal and spun around, then promptly soiled himself.

"I think that's mine," said The Chief as he swung the shotgun baseball style.

The butt of ballistic projectile launcher met with the Jackal's skull making a sickening crunching and squelching sound. The Jackal's skull instantaneously caved in. The Jackal itself went flying ten feet, landing with a thud near a metal crate.

The Chief drew his pistol and went to see if the Jackal was a confirmed kill.

"I think that was a home run," muttered the Chief, "Hey what's this?"

Inside the metal crate splattered with the Jackal's blood the Master Chief found countless confiscated weapons, human weapon. There were Battle Rifles, Shotguns, Pistols, SMGs, several grenades, and one Rocket Launcher.

"Geez, if the Marines had all this stuff how did they get captured?"

He clipped one more grenade to his belt, grabbed all the shotgun shells he could carry, put several pistol clips in his belt pack, and hefted the rocket launcher onto his shoulder..

He felt the ship rumble.

"We must have made a slipspace jump."

He suddenly heard human battle chatter through his COM.

He identified himself. "This is Spartan 117, does anyone read?"

Hood replied back on his COM. "Chief, you mind telling me what you're doing on that ship?"

The Chief replied in a hard serious tone. "Sir. Finishing this fight."

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