Note: I do not own any of these characters. Microsoft owns all rights of these characters.
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Master Chief was, as always, stuck. Once again, stuck.
Am I always the lone survivor? Could it hurt to leave one marine behind? Preferably, the one with the rocket launcher. He thought to himself as he looked around the corner of the steel barricade set up by the strike team of marines sent with him to this new planet.
Once again, they had died within the first five minutes. But he could handle himself. It was only a small outpost of Covenant anyways. Two hunters, ten elites, fifty jackals and one hundred grunts. He could count them all from where he was.
This would be so much easier with a sniper rifle!
He mentally berated himself for not picking up that dead marines sniper rifle, but he was so rushed he forgot what he was doing in the heat of battle.
Am I getting old? He thought jokingly to himself.
That's when he decided to do something he hadn't done in over fifteen years. He was going to juke the enemy. He did it once during a war game back at training camp. He sifted through faces of dead bodies and successful missions stored in his head to remember exactly how he did it. He had four frag grenades, eight Shot gun rounds, two plasma grenades, a dead marines armor, fifty assault rifle rounds, and one bubble shield.
More than enough. He thought, Time to take out the trash!
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Several elites jumped when they heard a human voice coming from the bushes. They sent ten grunts and a jackal to go check it out. They were all surprised and terrified to see that it was only a marine's helmet playing back a message. The terrifying part, there was blue flame leaking out of the open end.
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As soon as master chief heard the loud BOOM! From the grenade, he waited for the elites to run towards the chaos. Then he immediately jumped out of hiding and stuck one hunter in the gut with the remaining plasma grenade. He proceeded to mow down thirty grunts with the remaining rifle ammo, piggy back the other hunter and shotgun him two times in the back of the head, pull the four frag grenade pins simultaneously, throw them down, and activate his bubble shield before the second plasma grenade exploded. When it did, the elites took off running towards Master Chief. But before they could get there, the frag grenades exploded and created a diversion while killing the remaining grunts. Master chief stole away silently into the forest before the Elites realized what happened.
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Two hours later, Master chief was staring into a twenty-foot wide hole in the ground. It went down about fifty feet and revealed a platform that held ten wraith tanks, fifty ghosts, twenty hunters, fifty brutes, five hundred elites, and too many grunts to count.
Master chief opened a flap of armor and pressed a large red button underneath, opening the emergency link to earth.
"Earthlink UNSC inter-stellar communications network, how may I help you?"
"This is master chief" He replied dryly "We have a code 207-red in sector five. I need to talk to General Josiah.