Attention: This story is a sequel to another story, Halo: The Recruit, I
suggest that you read that before you read this because you might be
confused later on.
Disclaimer: Like my other story, I own NOTHING associated with Halo1, Halo2, Bungie Studios, Microsoft, Halo: The Fall of Reach by Eric Nylund, Halo: The Flood by William c. Dietz. Once again I own none of the listed above!
Chapter 1: The Iron Fist
Two months prior to Spartan2b arrivals.
On the bridge of the Forgotten Realms Captain Donovan looked at the planet Armageddon. It wasn't technically called that, in Covenant it was Sader'Torg, in English it was Mazertan, but it wasn't the planet it used to be. It was probably as close to Earth in terms of environment as you could get. But when the Covenant glassed it, it transformed in to a mountain of magma flows, slag, and anything else that is made when a planet is over 30,000 degrees for about a year. Through the large observation window on the Realms Donovan was waiting for the master chief. It was almost the exact same scenario that the chief went through six years ago. Being called to the bridge to see the captain. Except this time it was the Covenant who were abandoning ship. An associate of Dr. Halsey had created a new weapon called the Iron Fist. It used a high-energy pulse that would destroy a shield in about two hits; the drawback was that only new destroyers and the new carriers could carry the massive weapon. Bright silver light flooded the bridge as ships were using the weapon. Donovan turned around and saw a seven-foot tall cyborg standing behind him. "Hello captain." Donovan was craning his neck back so he could look the chief in the 'eyes'. "Hello master chief. I'm sending you to Armageddon so you may help the marines in the assault. Apparently they have come up to a Covenant installment and are under heavy siege. They need you and a group of scorpions to be able to destroy the outpost. Oh, you'll be provided with some rocket launchers. for some 'fun' time." " Oh goody," replied the chief not hiding the pleasure in his voice. "Sir, the landing craft is ready." "Landing craft?" he replied. "Yes. We have new landing crafts that are able to hold enormous amounts of troops, supplies and anything else you could fancy." "Ah. So I'll be riding with some scorpions, rocket launchers, and ammo?" "There'll be drivers for the scorpions, reinforcements, and pelican pilots," he replied. "Better get going." The chief saluted and jogged to the hangar bay. In front of him was an enormous metallic ship that had a strong resemblance to a pelican. The only difference was that there was an oversized holding compartment, more thrusters and larger wings. The chief walked to the entrance to the personnel compartment and was greeted by five scorpions inside. "Where's the personnel compartment?" A nearby tech pointed at the large bay and walked off. The chief walked up the ramp looking at the enormous craft. In the back he saw a small metal door that was open. Looking in it he realized that it was the personnel compartment. Sitting in seats like in a pelican were thirty or more marines looking at him in amazement. Spying a spot near a window he sat down and buckled up. The large door started to close followed by their door. Two distinct thumps were heard as the cabins were sealed form the vacuum of space. The large engines of the ship angled down and fired up. A loud roar erupted from the ship's engines as they worked to get the heavily loaded craft off its skids. The metal underneath the engines was a deep orange color as it started to liquefy. Almost as if jumping the ship hovered and rotated to face the large opening where the bay doors were. The engines rotated back to their normal positions and flared up. Getting forced against his seat, the chief looked out the window and saw the Forgotten Realms disappear into the blackness of space.
It took a little over an hour to reach the planet's outer atmosphere. Here is where it gets tricky, thought the chief. He had never liked reentry. It was the only thing that scared him, burning up in an inferno hundreds of miles above the surface of a planet. The craft started to shake a little and then increasingly got harder as the atmosphere tore at the hull. Flames and plasma licked at the windows all around him. Moisture was forming on any metal surface less than 120 degrees, including the chief. A ship made a sharp plummet as the abnormal gravity of Armageddon took hold of the craft. The ships wings extended to their full atmospheric range and started cut large swaths in the red clouds. Looking down the master chief saw landing pads, walls, marines, and many more things moving around on the surface where they were to land. He had never seen such a hellish place in his entire life. The marines around him all reached into bags next to them and pulled out respirators. He leaned over to a marine near him and asked him what they were for. "Armageddon has an atmosphere that could kill you in five seconds flat." "Corrrtttannaa." "Ah, the soldier asks the peasant for advice." "Har Har, is my suit able to protect me from the elements here?" "Yes, the Mark-7 has a built in O2 tank that automatically makes your CO2 back into O2. Nifty huh? Now if you'll excuse me I am trying to break into the Covenants battle net right now." The chief looked out the window and saw marines in all directions looking at the ship. They knew that one of the most powerful soldiers in the universe had landed.
Disclaimer: Like my other story, I own NOTHING associated with Halo1, Halo2, Bungie Studios, Microsoft, Halo: The Fall of Reach by Eric Nylund, Halo: The Flood by William c. Dietz. Once again I own none of the listed above!
Chapter 1: The Iron Fist
Two months prior to Spartan2b arrivals.
On the bridge of the Forgotten Realms Captain Donovan looked at the planet Armageddon. It wasn't technically called that, in Covenant it was Sader'Torg, in English it was Mazertan, but it wasn't the planet it used to be. It was probably as close to Earth in terms of environment as you could get. But when the Covenant glassed it, it transformed in to a mountain of magma flows, slag, and anything else that is made when a planet is over 30,000 degrees for about a year. Through the large observation window on the Realms Donovan was waiting for the master chief. It was almost the exact same scenario that the chief went through six years ago. Being called to the bridge to see the captain. Except this time it was the Covenant who were abandoning ship. An associate of Dr. Halsey had created a new weapon called the Iron Fist. It used a high-energy pulse that would destroy a shield in about two hits; the drawback was that only new destroyers and the new carriers could carry the massive weapon. Bright silver light flooded the bridge as ships were using the weapon. Donovan turned around and saw a seven-foot tall cyborg standing behind him. "Hello captain." Donovan was craning his neck back so he could look the chief in the 'eyes'. "Hello master chief. I'm sending you to Armageddon so you may help the marines in the assault. Apparently they have come up to a Covenant installment and are under heavy siege. They need you and a group of scorpions to be able to destroy the outpost. Oh, you'll be provided with some rocket launchers. for some 'fun' time." " Oh goody," replied the chief not hiding the pleasure in his voice. "Sir, the landing craft is ready." "Landing craft?" he replied. "Yes. We have new landing crafts that are able to hold enormous amounts of troops, supplies and anything else you could fancy." "Ah. So I'll be riding with some scorpions, rocket launchers, and ammo?" "There'll be drivers for the scorpions, reinforcements, and pelican pilots," he replied. "Better get going." The chief saluted and jogged to the hangar bay. In front of him was an enormous metallic ship that had a strong resemblance to a pelican. The only difference was that there was an oversized holding compartment, more thrusters and larger wings. The chief walked to the entrance to the personnel compartment and was greeted by five scorpions inside. "Where's the personnel compartment?" A nearby tech pointed at the large bay and walked off. The chief walked up the ramp looking at the enormous craft. In the back he saw a small metal door that was open. Looking in it he realized that it was the personnel compartment. Sitting in seats like in a pelican were thirty or more marines looking at him in amazement. Spying a spot near a window he sat down and buckled up. The large door started to close followed by their door. Two distinct thumps were heard as the cabins were sealed form the vacuum of space. The large engines of the ship angled down and fired up. A loud roar erupted from the ship's engines as they worked to get the heavily loaded craft off its skids. The metal underneath the engines was a deep orange color as it started to liquefy. Almost as if jumping the ship hovered and rotated to face the large opening where the bay doors were. The engines rotated back to their normal positions and flared up. Getting forced against his seat, the chief looked out the window and saw the Forgotten Realms disappear into the blackness of space.
It took a little over an hour to reach the planet's outer atmosphere. Here is where it gets tricky, thought the chief. He had never liked reentry. It was the only thing that scared him, burning up in an inferno hundreds of miles above the surface of a planet. The craft started to shake a little and then increasingly got harder as the atmosphere tore at the hull. Flames and plasma licked at the windows all around him. Moisture was forming on any metal surface less than 120 degrees, including the chief. A ship made a sharp plummet as the abnormal gravity of Armageddon took hold of the craft. The ships wings extended to their full atmospheric range and started cut large swaths in the red clouds. Looking down the master chief saw landing pads, walls, marines, and many more things moving around on the surface where they were to land. He had never seen such a hellish place in his entire life. The marines around him all reached into bags next to them and pulled out respirators. He leaned over to a marine near him and asked him what they were for. "Armageddon has an atmosphere that could kill you in five seconds flat." "Corrrtttannaa." "Ah, the soldier asks the peasant for advice." "Har Har, is my suit able to protect me from the elements here?" "Yes, the Mark-7 has a built in O2 tank that automatically makes your CO2 back into O2. Nifty huh? Now if you'll excuse me I am trying to break into the Covenants battle net right now." The chief looked out the window and saw marines in all directions looking at the ship. They knew that one of the most powerful soldiers in the universe had landed.