Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Halo or any of its characters.
Prologue
Master Chief's POV…
I don't know how or when I got there, but somehow I was in a Covenant ship. Apparently the war hadn't ended because everyone, Brutes, Elites, Jackals, and anybody else was trying to splatter me across the floor. Each of the alien freaks had a needler, a sniper, or an energy sword and they were all swiping at me.
I jumped behind a cargo box and reloaded my ammo to my machine riffle. Peeking round the left edge of the box I snapped three Jackals in the neck and four grunts dead center in their faces. All seven of the aliens fell to the ground with blue-violet blood bubbling out of their mouths. The only bad decision making on my part was that I totally gave my position away to the enemy. As I heard the bumps of bullets hitting the opposite end of the box I pulled out one of the two grenades I carried. Biting the head off of it, I threw the grenade over the box and it hit the ground with a thump.
The explosion was so powerful it pushed the box and I back almost to the high metal wall. With my gun ready to shoot down any survivors, I lifted myself from the ground and turned to face the enemies. There were none. Not anymore, anyway. Blue-violet blood smeared the walls of the docking bay and at least twenty or so corpses lay splattered on the ground. Alien intestines and other organs lay everywhere while the last of the dying aliens with split stomachs and foul stenches finally fell. "Damn aliens." I silently whispered to myself.
Just when I thought glory was mine I heard a door behind me slide open, followed by a few grunts. I turned around to come face to face with six nine-foot-tall Brutes. Knowing I may not have long to live, I jumped into a fight. One of the Brutes swung a giant club at my face, slashing my helmet in half. Everything was fuzzy for a moment, but just on time I picked up a dead Elite's energy sword and swung at the Brute's arm. The arm fell to the ground with a bang and blood fell like rain. The Brute screamed in pain.
Taking advantage of the situation, I slid under the Brute's leg and hurled myself onto its back. Using the thick coats of fur to climb up the Brute's back I slashed a gash across the giant head. The Brute started screaming again, and it started shaking itself around to try to get me off. Holding on for my life, I dug the sword into the gash in the Brute's head and pulled it back out. Off the sword dangled oozing flesh and Brute blood. Suddenly, the Brute fell face first to the floor, and I climbed off to face the other Brutes.
Thinking fast I dodged two Brute clubs and threw my last bomb in-between three Brutes, splattering all three against the wall. If they weren't dead, they were dying. By now I was totally drenched in blood, but I didn't care, I was too caught up in all my glory. So caught up, I forgot about the last Brute.
Suddenly, a spiked club pierced my side, then a massive hand grabbed my head and hurtled me across the room. Above me a fuzzy figure shadowed my vision. Just as I could see normally, a club targeting my chest plunged toward me. Right as it hit everything went black…
…and the cryo-chamber door hissed open…
Sorry it's a short chapter, but it will get better.