Author's Note: HEYOOOOOO! I'm back! And I'm comin' back with a new Halo-based story (Destiny wasn't working out for me.)! Enjoy the story of Caleb the SPARTAN-III as he discovers what REALLY happened to Jorge and finds Jun, essentially re-assembling Noble Team! I am Duuuuuuuuudeeeee, and I REALLY need a new catchphrase.
===WATERFRONT, PLANET REACH===
A frag grenade exploded in the distance, accompanied by the satisfying death squeals of Covenant Grunts. One of the Grunts' methane tanks detached from its owner and flew towards Caleb. He slapped it away and it flew into the distance, green methane spraying from the detached end. He looked around the crate that he was taking cover behind and saw a squadron of Elite Rangers in their white pressure suits, advancing angrily towards him, carrying Energy Swords. Momentarily, Caleb felt nothing but fear. That fear was replaced almost instantaneously, however, by sniper bolts being fired into the Elites' heads, dark purple blood spraying from the penetrations. Caleb looked on the roof of the building behind him and saw Jun laying on the roof in a sniper position, sniper rifle aimed at the now lifeless Elite Rangers.
He smiled and came out of cover, picking up an Energy Sword from one of the Elites' corpses and activating it. Charging towards him was one of the Covenant's fiercest warriors: A Brute Chieftain, terrifying package complete with a massive Gravity Hammer. Its face was full of rage, and as it hefted its Hammer in preparation for a killing blow on the comparatively tiny SPARTAN, it let out a loud roar that most likely would've deafened a small child. Jun fired a sniper bolt, but it bounced off the Brute's armor and the massive alien warrior continued its charge. Caleb hid behind the crate again, hoping to throw off the Brute's charge long enough to strike. He waited...
And nothing happened.
Caleb began to look around, and heard the Brute scream in pain. He then heard a heavy machine gun being fired, and the Brute's scream slowly died, muffled by the something that sounded like the it was screaming with a mouth full of water. He looked all the way around, and saw the Brute laying on the ground, slumped against the crate with several bullet holes in its neck and blood pouring out of its mouth. Jorge was standing over the corpse like a triumphant knight who had just slain a fearsome dragon. In his red visor was the image of the Brute's death, and even though Caleb couldn't see through the visor, he could tell that Jorge didn't feel an ounce of remorse.
Caleb went over his team in his head: Him, Jun, and Jorge. 'Hm, that should be enough.' He thought to himself, before being proven entirely wrong. Behind Jorge, there were at least three pairs of Covenant Hunters lumbering towards the team, accompanied by a full battalion of Jackals and a squadron of Elite Ultras. In the back of the group, Caleb saw the one thing holding the Covenant's assault together: An Elite General, gold armor shimmering from the light of the light-posts and carrying an Energy Sword.
The Jackals and Hunters moved aside, and the Elite squadron, led by the General, charged forward. Jorge hefted his machine gun and Jun took up a better position on the building's roof. Caleb looked at the team: They had survived this much. Although, they were now facing an entire squadron of Elites as well as their commanding General, and even if they defeated them, they still had an entire battallion of Jackals and six Hunters to deal with. And Hunters are pretty damn tough.
They couldn't escape, seeing as their Pelican was shot down by Banshees (Which were now scrapped decorations for the Waterfront.). They had no idea how to drive a Covenant dropship, so that ruled out the Phantom...
All they could do is fight and bloody as many Covenant soldiers as possible.
Jun loaded a fresh clip of bullets into his sniper rifle and pulled back the lever with a click. Jorge dropped his 200-round machine gun clip and clacked a full one in. And Caleb Picked up the nearest Plasma Repeater and checked the battery. It was nearly full, but the weapon was overheated. He pressed a button that heated the alien weapon with a purr that told him that he was gonna end up standing among the bleeding, mutilated, melted corpses of Covenant soldiers.
He looked back at the Elites. 50 yards.
40.
30.
25.
10.
5.
Caleb punched one of the Elite Ultras between the eyes, as hard as he could. The Elite flew back, its skull most likely fractured from the intense blow. Its Energy Sword flew into Caleb's hand, and its body flew into a group of Jackals, weighing them down. Jun fired one, two, then three bolts, each one taking residence in the brain casing of an Elite. Jorge fired an endless volley of bullets from his machine gun, dropping the aggravated alien warriors like flies. Their General, however, was interesting; His armor deflected the SPARTAN team's ammunition.
He was in the front of the group, standing as though he were watching a sunset from a cliff. His Energy Sword crackled with electricity and heated the air around it. He watched his brothers die without a drop of sympathy. Then, he roared...
And charged.
