Chapter 1: Continuity
"Sir to finish this fight" replied the Master Chief with utter confidence.
"What in god's name is that Chief? Where the hell have you been all this time?"
The Master Chief clicked off his comm. line. He was inside the vast control room of the Forerunner's ark. The roof above him was 100 feet high and was about the width of a baseball field. There was a series of steps, hundreds of them, leading to a raised platform at the end of the room. In the wall before him, was a huge pane of forerunner style impenetrable glass. The entire room glowed a mixture purple, violet and pink. There were dozens of doorways leading into the room on many sides, and a huge gate, that an army 100 Brutes wide could step through at once. He felt certain unease in such an open area. He knew at any second, the prophet and the entire surviving brute guard could enter and disintegrate him in seconds.
He was held into place by a dozens of mechanical cables, an unmistakably forerunner control panel rested before him. Some how, with some primal instinct that rested within him, he knew exactly what to do to manipulate the ship to his every whim. Looking out the glass window, he could see hundreds of Covenant ships, around earth's orbit, fighting for every kilometer of space, as where dozens of MAC cannon satellites and Terran craft, just as hell bent to deny them of that space. Every now and then they would launch huge salvos of magnetized rounds the size of a Boeing-747 at an intercepting course of a Cruiser, bursting them into halves or tearing straight through them from bow to stern turning them into flaming hollow shells of super heated metal, their hulls popping and glowing with heat.
The Master Chief activated the ships weapons system, feeling the colossal power in the palm of his hands, he surged the ship forward with every fiber of his will into the greatest concentration of ships he could find…
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The inside of the control room was thick with tension as the three officers stood fixated on the Holographic console and the Monitors words.
Sergeant Avery Johnson was not patient man.
"Well, where is it!" He repeated growing more irate by the second.
"The Ark? Why I would be happy to compliment you query with…" The Monitor tried to answer but was cutoff in mid sentence.
"That's it! What t did you just call me! I saved your ass from that Brute and…"
"'Sarge, I think I should handle this." Said Commander Miranda Keyes stepping in.
"Upload the coordinates to the Ark to our Scarab," she ordered 343guiltyspark.
"I must do as the reclaimer asks." He beamed with joy and hovered through the air happily, gliding towards his destination. Soon he was out of sight and the sound of his humming even grew faint. The Arbiter, the Commander, and the Sergeant could only wait. Wait while whatever had the keys to the galaxies destruction drifted towards Earth.