Prologue
He pulled him to the front console and then made the ship nose dive towards the planet. They heard what sounded like hundreds of footsteps come running up the hallway to where they were having their last stand.
"You ready?" asked D382 as he aimed his DMR at the door.
KACHINK Johnson cocked his shotgun and lit a cigar. "Always".
'Why are we here…' D382 thought, 'how did I end up here? In a pool of my own blood?' he aimed down the sights of his DMR "Johnson, why did you choose to come knowing this may happen? Knowing we may die? If you could see yourself now then would you still come?"
Johnson replied without hesitation
"The 105th O.D.S.T. squad's job was not to get to hell," he said wincing "but to make sure it was crowded when we get there" BONG BANG BANG the doors where being hit from the outside. He aimed his shotgun at the door. "Now that it's just me, I'm gunna take even more of em with me."
Chapter One
BANG BANG BANG they waited for their enemies to rush in to finish them. BANG BANG BONG, BANG BONG BANG, then, silence. RA-TATATA gunfire echoed in the halls outside the door. "AAWWWERR" a pained scream sounded. They waited for a few seconds, but nothing happens, no enemies appear, nothing. The ship began to nose dive and they were thrown against terminal opposite of the controls, and Johnson's cigar flew away from him. At the same time a deep voice said a simple word, one word, but it sent chills through the soldier's bodies.
"NO" the controls of the ship moved on their own, the ship was no longer in a nose dive, but heading away from the planet, into the abyss of space. They fell from the terminal that they were pushed against. D382 gave into his blood loss and began to feel dizzy, when he fell he didn't get up.
"Hey, Spartan, get up" Cough Johnson could barely manage to sit and face the Spartan. D382 saw his face looking down on him, but was losing consciousness. He saw a figure of white behind Johnson and raised a finger. Johnson saw what it was, clones had found them.
He shouldered his shotgun. "Bleed you filth" he unloaded shell after shell into the foes. The seemingly endless wave of clones where just blurs in D382's eyes. One lucky clone made it through johnson's onslaught. Johnson, while he was loading his last round, was kicked square in the face. Six or seven clones leapt onto the marine and held him as the clone who'd caught him pummeled him with blows to the stomach, chest, and face. D382 heard ringing, Johnson was being dragged away, but the spartan was crawling feebly toward the white blurs stained with red. A clone noticed his attempt and walked towards him to collect him as well. The clone grabbed his legs and began to drag him away, Johnson was already out of sight. He saw flashlights in the dark room, a surprised yelp and the clone fell. Another face in front of his, one he didn't know but it looked friendly and shocked to see him.
Hello readers, I've been working on the sequel ever since the first story hit its first 100 views. I'm uploading the first three chapters as a teaser since I've reached 500 views thank you all for the support. I'll upload other chapters if you guys are interested.