The Rabbit and the Wolfe

Who is ready for more awesome Halo ass-kicking action? I hope you are, because another chapter has been delivered to you. As I stated in the end of the last chapter, this one will have a greater focus on our white, shotgun-wielding Spartan-II. I hope you guys and gals enjoy this one just as much as you did the first one. Pour on the love! -Ahem- sorry, that just sort of slipped out. Anyway the eggs that I placed in chapter 1, and from here on out, will be placed at the end of the chapter in the author notes. Enjoy the explosions!

2. Separation

Planet Roost

Surface (Coastal Region)

Sweat spilled from her pores, threatening to blind her. Wolfe shook her head to relieve some of the buildup, but the salt still stung. Taking three quick exhales, she pulled a frag from her belt. Only one left after this, she thought as she hurled the explosive over the shattered remains of her cover. Jackals squawked in surprise, but were quickly silenced as a dull thud heralded the end of their existence. The sounds of war raged around her as the bark and rattle of human weapons met the angry whine of Covenant plasma. Looking around from behind her cover, she could see the remains of their forces. Avalanche 4 had been cut down by a Banshee while trying to pull an injured ODST into cover. Two of the five ODST troopers that were originally there were caught in the blast of a plasma grenade. A third was dropped by a Jackal with a Carbine, the superheated round went straight through his skull and out the other end, carrying with it brain, bone, and blood. He was dead before he hit the ground.

The prattling of grunts a short distance from her cover reigned in her focus. Taking the risk that the beasts were distracted, she rose from cover and took aim at the first alien. She felt a satisfied smirk plaster itself on her face as the bright cyan spray marked its demise. Switching from one target to the next, she killed each one with ruthless efficiency. She pressed her armored frame to the dirt as angry plasma weapons tried to return the favor. Chaos ensued as death rained down from what seemed like every direction at once. As the bodies piled up some of the lesser species started to falter at the sign of large numbers being slaughtered by the demons. Under the constant pressure of Spartan and ODST gunfire, their lines fluctuated and snapped. The brutes tried to regain control but were quickly cut down as armor piercing shells blew them away. Wolfe tried to pinpoint the location of the sniper, but just like the rainwater that pooled at their feet, the shots seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Cheers rang out over the prattle of her weapon as she continued to kill more of the fleeing creatures.

Strangely, even the brutes retreated as well. Fred gave an order over the com, but she wasn't paying attention. Focusing on the large, bristly beasts, she peppered them with her DMR. A few more tumbled to the ground before remaining troops fled behind the rocky outcroppings at the end of the plain. Covenant vehicles littered the field, purple-blue fires giving off a strangely relaxing ambiance. She had the urge to close her eyes and drift off to better places, but squandered the thought. A cat nap here would certainly be her last. They were out of rockets and the batteries on the Spartan lasers were all fried, due to extreme overuse. In one case the containment of the battery cell had ruptured, and the trooper had hurriedly dropped it, using it as a bomb to cover his retreat. The stench of the dead and dying was revolting. Sandra choked on the decaying air before sealing her helmet, allowing her to breathe safely again. Policing the grounds for weapons and ammo, they claimed the dog tags of their fallen brothers.

"You alright?" Wolfe shifted from her sitting position to see one of her brothers holding out his hand for her.

"Ya, just a little winded." He chuckled at her response, shaking his head from side to side, pulling the Lance Corporal to her feet.

"The Covies will do that to you. You want to know what the worst thing about them is? Their breath. Seriously, do they ever brush their teeth?" The patrolled the open area, shifting from cover to cover like prairie dogs.

"That's the worst thing about them? Their breath? I thought it was their cheery demeanor and obsession of superheated, boiling plasma?" They burst into raucous laughter, having to brace themselves on a banshee to keep from collapsing.

"Name's Patrick Bretts, I pointed out the Spartans to you in the hangar," she nodded, remembering the moment. "what's yours?" She could still hear the tint of amusement in his voice.

"Wolfe." She held out her hand, which the other ODST took.

"Not on a first name basis yet? We did just survive…that." Gesturing to the pot marked rocky bluff littered with alien corpses.

"Nope. Not until the second date." She failed to keep the smile out of her voice. He looked like he was about to respond, but never had the chance. She pushed his bulky frame out of the way as an enormous grey blur slammed into her chest. She had never taken a hit like that. It was like being hit by a train. On steroids. A pained grunt escaped her lips as her back slammed into a rocky pillar. Her HUD flickered worrisomely as he legs quivered under the weight of her own body, which seemed ten times heavier all of a sudden. Black nothingness seemed to seep into the edges of her vison, slowly blocking her from the world outside. Blurry shapes grouped around her, protecting her. Looming, grey masses towered menacingly over the members of her team. Although she couldn't see faces, she knew it was the brutes. Those burly bastards. I hope they… oh shit. This thought briefly consumed the entirety of her mind before she was completely enshrouded in blackness and fell unconscious.

Planet Roost

Surface (Tropical Region)

Kelly strode alongside her childhood friend as they crept through the fauna, the leaves casting shadows upon the ground that shifted with the wind as late morning light bathed the soldiers in a golden brilliance. They had corralled everyone in Alpha team into a tight diamond formation, moving slowly towards the monolithic tower in the distance. The pilot spotted the looming structure as soon as they broke atmosphere, but Master Chief was hesitant to land near it, presuming that whatever Prometheans still inhabited might open fire on the Pelican. As quiet as this stroll was, Kelly didn't like it: it gave her too much time to think. Her thoughts drifted to her family, which had been practically reduced to nothing over the course of thirty years of conflict with an alien race set on exterminating them. Anger raced through her veins as she ground her teeth behind her helmet and hugged Oathsworn a little closer to her chest. From there, her thoughts drifted from place to place, none of them holding much meaning for her. Unexpectedly, they drifted to a certain Lance Corporal. In a gesture that confused her even to this moment, she had accessed and copied her file from the Infinity's personnel roster. Much of it was redacted, but she was able to see that Sandra Wolfe was born in 2532 on Earth. But oddly, that is where any sense of normalcy went out the window. There was a lot of black ink, which was not strange by itself, anyone dealing in classified operations often had large amounts of ink smeared in their file. What struck the Spartan as odd were the multiple pages which had been completely erased, like someone didn't want her to exist in the first place. This woman was a ghost, disappearing for years on end, just to turn up briefly before diving back into the shadows. Her transfer to the ODST's had shed a miniscule amount of information on her actions. Apparently she was skilled both as a sharpshooter and a close quarters specialist, scoring expert marks on both tests. There were a few general notes about her skillset, psych evaluation, and other information, but she dismissed the document when Chief's signal light blinked amber twice.

"Comms check." The Chief's voice came strong and unbroken, severing her thoughts.

Kelly tried to hail Bravo team again, but for the third time since they had disembarked from the Pelican transport there was only the low hiss of static.

"Negative Chief. No response."

"Understood. What about the Infinity?"

There was a momentary pause before Kelly shook her head once. The Master Chief nodded before signaling the rest of his squad to push through the remaining foliage. Removing one particularly large leaf, the Spartan settled her eyes on the structure in its entirety. The large metallic plates shifted and slid over one another, like it was excited that someone was coming to visit it after all this time. The beams of blue pulsed in a steady rhythm, like a heartbeat. Smaller structures removed themselves and floated in a lazy circle around the base of the tower. Sure, she had seen it from the Pelican, but the ancient structures still gave her a sense of awe. She pushed those irrelevant thoughts from her mind as they regrouped in front of a small clearing. After making sure that everyone was present, they moved quickly to the other side of the expanse. Rifles swinging about in overlapping fields of fire, Master Chief approached the door. A console lit up, displaying a luminescent array of buttons and symbols. Squelching a pang of a very familiar loss, He pressed his palm firmly on the largest symbol at the center of the console. It was the Forerunner symbol for Reclaimers. The door unsealed with a loud hiss and slowly folded backwards in upon itself, revealing an opening big enough for a Warthog. With a quick nod from her leader, Kelly entered the large structure first, the lights of her armor and shotgun, seemingly erasing the shadows from the looming structure. The rest of Alpha made their way in, checking their corners and listening intently for any signs of hostiles. As Master Chief cleared the threshold, the doors sealed behind him with another loud hiss, throwing their world into darkness.

They gradually made their way through the tower, their only defense against the looming darkness that seemed content in spreading itself into every crack and crevice. Nature had long since claimed this once grand structure, as the Spartans had to clamber over tree roots that had burrowed through the foreign metallic material over hundreds, if not thousands of years. There were a few flickering streams of data that shown the smallest glimmer of light, but other than that, they were shrouded in utter blackness. Avalanche 3 was the first to come to the fork, the first break in the continuous passage they had come across. The tunnel split off into three passages, (the fourth one had completely collapsed), and the Master Chief had split the 11 members up to follow each passage, but to remain within radio contact. Kelly had taken Avalanche 3 and 2 ODST's with her as the small group made their way through the crumbling, fauna-ridden detritus. Though they had encountered nothing along the way, Kelly couldn't shake the feeling they were being watched. It was unnerving, but she pushed it down. No need to add to the discomfort of the troopers, who were eying the shadows warily with their night vision. They pressed on, uninterrupted, until they rounded a corner. At the end of the overrun corridor there was a door, but this one was different. It had power. The rest of the facility appeared dead, but this room, and apparently whatever laid beyond still had power. She held up a fist as they all came to a crouch behind her. She opened up the TEAMCOM and flagged the Master Chief. After his acknowledgement light winked green once, she spoke.

"Chief, we have activity."

"Hostiles?" Came his practiced response.

"Unknown. But the door has power. What are your orders sir?"

She did not have to wait long for a response. "Avalanche 5 just reported in. Their route is a dead end," there was a momentary silence as she heard Sierra-117 converse with someone else. "Our route is a dead end. Hold your position." He cut the transmission.

She turned to the men and women under her command. "Hold here for the others." They nodded in response. It took about 15 minutes for the three forces to join back up. They slowly advanced towards the door. Before anyone could reach for a panel, the door opened by itself. Alpha aimed their weapons towards the opening, but slowly lowered them as they were greeted by an empty room. It was quite small by comparison, only about 100 meters long. With a quick glance up, Kelly determined that the ceiling had a clear end, hovering around 30 feet above their heads. The room was made of the same metal as the rest of the compound, but blue data streams lined the entire room, creating a deep blue mesmerizing pattern of alien symbols. There was only one console in the center of the chamber, with some large pad, about twelve feet across. Cautiously, they made their way across the open room, metal boots softly thumping on the floor.

"Prepare for an ambush." As soon as the words left his mouth, the doors slammed shut, the screeching metal rang in protest. The obscene sound rang in their ears. Instinct made them seek out targets, but there weren't any. Stepping closer to the platform the blue data streams surged, as if they had been alerted to an intruder's presence. Alpha team prepared to fire as the streams of blue seemed to converge in midair right before their eyes. As it solidified, the shape grew and morphed, towering over them. It glanced down at the humans before it with curiosity. Kelly heard one of the troopers mutter 'oh shit' under her breath and the older Spartan had to agree with her on that point.

UNSC Infinity

C-deck

The captain stumbled into the bridge, pulling a grey UNSC standard issue PT t-shirt over his bare upper form. If the other officers took offence to the lack of formal wear, they ignored it. They had bigger problems to deal with at the moment. Thomas Lasky was asleep in his bunk when the proximity alarm sounded. He was thrown from his bunk as the ship sharply listed starboard. Sprinting from his quarters to the bridge took him just over two minutes. Wiping a small amount of blood from his face from when he was thrown face-first into an open bulkhead, he addressed the crew.

"What's going on?" He asked in a commanding tone.

Roland was the only one to speak up, materializing on the table before him. "Sir, a ship under the command of the Swords of Sanhelios, is under attack from Covenant Remnants. Their captain was stubborn at first, but after a few more plasma barrages, he readily agreed for our help." Lasky nodded.

"Contact the shipmaster. Let him know we are more than willing to lend our Sanheili brothers our assistance. And tell Commander Palmer to prepare her Spartans." The AI saluted and faded from the display. He stood at attention in front of a particularly large screen, waiting for the Sword Shipmaster to contact him. He didn't have to wait long. The picture was grainy and cut in and out, but it was there.

"This is Captain Thomas Lasky of the UNSC Infinity, to whom do I owe the pleasure of addressing?" His formal tone apparently pleased the Elite, for his mandibles moved together and tightened, what Lasky guessed was the Sangheli equivalent of a human smile. The massive alien clenched a fist over his chest and bowed slightly, a symbol of respect.

"A human with confidence and dignity. A respectable combination." He cleared his throat before another elite stepped into the picture and whispered something into the Shipmasters ear. His amber eyes glowed with a dangerous fire and let out a fierce roar that seemed to shake the screen which, honestly, set the captain a little on edge. Glad they're on our side now. He thought quickly before The Shipmaster turned his attention back to Infinity's Captain. "Tosa 'Rakam, Shipmaster of the Brilliant Solstice. Your artificial construct informed me that you and your ship would be able to provide me assistance?" Lasky saw the ship suddenly lurch as another barrage of white hot plasma slammed into its purple underside. Shaking his head once to clear his head of abstract thoughts. "Indeed Shipmaster 'Rakam. The Infinity would be able to provide supporting fire as well as deploying teams of Spartans to assist your troops in repelling boarders. And if you allow, we could provide aid to your injured and repairs to your ship." Tosa frowned, its significance not being lost on the young Captain. Receiving aid from a human 'doctor' was still thought a very shameful practice to some Sangheli. After contemplating his situation for what seemed like a lifetime, the Elite gave his response. "We will accept your assistance, Captain. I have heard stories of these demons and their abilities in combat and I look forward to fighting alongside your strongest warriors." The captain saw interest flash in the elderly Elite's eyes before he bowed once again and cut the connection.

Lasky turned from the screen to look proudly upon the men and women under his command. He gave a small smile, which some of them returned with their own or just a simple nod. "Roland, bring the MAC's online and get me a firing solution on that Covenant battlegroup. While you're at it, warm up the missile pods. Let's give these Covenant bastards something to pray about." A few chuckles rang about the bridge. A whirlwind of activity ensued as officers issued commands and typed franticly on their consoles. Lasky had a determined look on his face, glancing out at the battle before him. The Brilliant Solstice was faring reasonably well, giving its poor odds, a testament to its experienced captain. Plasma arced back and forth between the Covenant and the Swords. While the Covenant's sheer firepower had no problem slicing apart the crimson ship, the plasma from their alien allies harmlessly splashed over their energy shields. Roland broke into his silent tactical planning with an announcement. "Sir, the MAC's are all online and ready to fire. I created a firing solution, and in my opinion, I think it will cause the most damage to the enemy. In addition, Commander Palmer, along with Fireteams Majestic, Crimson, Forest, and Tiger are en route to the Solstice via Pelican transports to provide additional fire support." Lasky was silent for a moment before he grabbed the AI's attention.

"Roland. Blow them out of the water."

The AI saluted, a smile gracing his digital lips. "Yes sir!" The Infinity shook as streaks of white light raced away from the flagship out into the void of space.

Planet Roost

Surface (Unknown Forerunner Facility)

The air was so thick with tension you could cut it with a knife. Alpha team had waltzed into a small room (with no cover), when a Promethean Knight simply materialized not ten feet in front of them. Rocket Launchers, among a wide variety of other weapons were pointed in the creature's direction. But it didn't seem intimidated by the weapons, only curious. It tilted its head to the side as if it didn't understand the gesture.

"Identify yourself." The Master Chief growled, not lowering his weapon from the Knight. The creature's eyes seemed to widen and glint with a hint of excitement, but Kelly couldn't be sure. She had never seen one this close. Well, she had, but routinely killed them before they could vaporize her. She tensed up, a sympathy shared by the rest of her team, finger hovering over the trigger as the creature moved. But it did not attack, only give a slight bow at the waist. It couldn't go much farther without toppling over the weight of its own body.

"Forgive me Reclaimers. My name is Aura of Orbital Life. But I know long names are difficult for you to comprehensively understand, so you may call me Aura. It has been many centuries since I have met anyone's pleasure. My ability to interact with other creatures socially has… degraded." Her voice was smooth, like silk, but also had this metallic quality to it that made this knight an interesting creature to say the least. Kelly frowned behind her helmet. That part about comprehensive understanding sounded like an insult, well more of a friendly jibe, but she let it slide. Minutes passed, but no one moved. Kelly glanced towards John without moving her head. His body language seemed to be invoking that he was thinking.

"What are your intentions?" His voice like smooth steel, but still guarded. His head quickly twitched towards the Binary Rifle floating off one of the Knight's arms. Like the weapon was a literal extension of itself. Kelly was the only one who caught it, but apparently the Knight also did as well. Curiosity sparkled in her blue eyes

"I see that my weapon unnerves you. I apologize." Kelly watched in awe as the weapon folded in upon itself and in its place, a five-digit hand folded outwards from its bulky body. It looked much like a human hand, only its fingers looked like claws and were made of the same material as the rest of its body. Blue data streams ran from the tips of each finger to its wrist.

"Is that an improvement?" She asked but was only met with silence. "Your race was much more talkative when I last walked these halls. What happened?" The question was clearly a rhetorical one, so her human visitors stayed quiet. Shaking her head, she returned her gaze to the fleshy beings before her.

"Reclaimer. I was assigned here long ago by First-Light-Weaves-Living-Song. But you know her better as The Librarian. She tasked me with helping humanity reclaim the Mantle of Responsibility, however I can. When the rings were fired, I became dormant, awaiting humanity's return. Since I was assigned here alone, there were no other constructs to keep up with the facility's needs. Clearly, it fell into disrepair over the centuries," The creature looked at the door behind them with what Kelly could only describe what appeared to be a look of disgust that crossed her features. "So I moved all of my processes to this singular room and awaited to be reactivated."

Kelly cursed herself as soon as the words left her mouth. "How can we trust you?" She saw John twitch in irritation out of the corner of her eye, but ignored it as Aura turned her gaze to the only other Spartan-II in the room. "It is an honor to meet a female Reclaimer, especially one with such impressive skills." Kelly nodded quickly, eager to leave the spotlight. To her joy, Aura turned her attention back to John.

"Your combat sister raises a good question: How can I get you to trust me?" The green Spartan was about to respond when an explosion on the other side of the door cut the conversation short. The members of Alpha team turned halfway towards the door, not willing to drop their guard around the unknown Promethean. An enormously loud roar shook the room's foundation followed by a loud bang. Like someone was about to break the door down. With a truck. Kelly glanced to her brother-in-arms giving quick gestures. Hunters. How the Covenant got on Roost or why they were here was beyond them, but one thing was clear: If they were to get out of here alive they had to go through genocidal monsters. The Master Chief turned his head back to her. "Help us kill the Covenant." He said stoically.

"Gladly." She said in a similar tone. Platforms flew from the walls and ceiling, molding together to form cover for the Spartans and ODST's to hide behind.

Kelly blew another one of the little methane breathers away with Oathsworn, its bright blue blood spraying into the faces of the small creatures behind it. A ODST laughed manically as he launched a rocket into a group of unlucky brutes that were caught out in the open. "Take that you big bastards! Who's next?!" He let another missile fly through the confined room into a group that had clustered around a hunter. The blue beast let loose a bellow that shook the room and leveled his assault cannon at the unsuspecting trooper. She didn't even have time to voice a warning. A stream of brilliant green leapt from the creature's arm and slammed into the trooper, lifting him clear off his feet. He couldn't even scream as he fell to the floor, a basketball-sized hole in his chest. Kelly noticed that was the second set of vitals that had flat lined. She glanced to her left to see the still-smoldering body of one of her Spartan brothers. The room shuddered again as the streams of data started pulsating, surging with renewed energy towards the center of the room.

She craned her head to see what had caused the sudden shift in light. Aura's arm that held the Binary Rifle was firing round after round into the Covenant as she quickly moved holographic symbols with her blade. She wanted to voice her concerns to what she was doing, but returned to the fight, hoping that the creature wasn't going to kill them. She lobbed another two frags over her cover as the Aura's weapon disintegrated another brute with pinpoint accuracy. The loud thumps of the grenades rang off the walls as another fountain of multicolored blood flowed into the room. Aura's silky steel voice came over the TEAMCOM, braking through the chaos of battle.

"Reclaimers, I have repurposed this communications array to act as a short range teleporter. It will transport you to the surface, but beyond that I do not know where will land. This room, along with this facility is in danger of falling into the ravine located directly below us. But it can only transport one being at a time, so make your decisions quickly, as I do not know how long it can remain operative." Silence reigned over the channel, only the rattle of gunfire and the whine of plasma could be heard. Finally, the Master Chief made a decision.

"Sergeant, take your fallen and get out of here. We will cover you." His calm demeanor easing Kelly's mind a small amount. The ODST looked like he was trying to think of a way to defy the Spartan's orders, but thought better of it.

"Yes sir!" Kelly heard them scramble from behind cover as she unclasped her SAW and wove her field of fire back and forth, spraying white hot lead and tearing anything standing over four feet apart. Six flashes of blue lit up the small bunker, signaling that the ODST's had made it through. Kelly flashed a few hand signals to the other Spartans, ordering them to leave next. Another three flashes later there were a lot less bullets directed towards the aliens, allowing them to advance. They plowed through their dead, eager for the blood of the demons. Kelly through another drum to the floor as she heard Chief's assault rifle click empty again. It clattered to the ground and she could hear the thunderous booms from his M6.

"Chief, get out of here! You're out of ammo. You can't do anything else." She looked at her longtime companion as he shook his head once, reloading his now empty sidearm. Four cluster grenades flew over the two super soldiers and created a wall of ionized particles, vaporizing some of the smaller creatures and temporarily preventing further advance of the alien soldiers.

"I suggest you listen to your combat-sister in this instance. Without viable weapons, you would only become a hazard." His head snapped towards the knight, as if he was offended by the very nature of her statement. Kelly's voice brought his head back to face her. "Go, Chief. I'll be right behind you. I always was the fastest, remember? I doubt these brutes could beat me in a 100-yard dash anyway." He looked between the two for a moment, unsure whether he should leave them or not. With a final nod from his scout, he holstered his pistol and dived into the portal. "You should take your leave as well, Reclaimer," Aura said, turning to face the last human remaining. "I will stay behind and hold them off; make sure the portal closes." Kelly heard a screech as a Jackal was vaporized, blue wisps of smoke rose to join its brethren who had perished in a similar manner, covering the room in a light fog; a mixture of vaporized aliens and aerated blood.

The aliens had been quiet before, but their cries quickly grew in volume as the last ionized blue cloud dissipated into the polluted air. They advanced more cautiously than before, wary of human traps. Kelly ignored the Promethean in front of her and rolled out into the open. Her SAW roared in defiance as two more fragmentation grenades sailed over the carnage. The weapon in her hands read empty and was tossed aside, no longer useful. Two more deafening booms shook the structure as the TEAMCOM registered further activity. "You are now desperately low on weapons with viable ammunition to combat these 'Covenant'. I urge you to leave the area as quickly as possible."

Kelly's response was quick. "No. You are too valuable an asset for the UNSC to lose to the Covenant. You enter first. I will be right behind you. Besides, your top heavy, and that will slow you down." Kelly couldn't repress a slight smile that spread out over her face as the knight opened the panels on its back in anger. "Did you just insinuate that I am fat!?" The Promethean snapped with more than a slight hint of anger in her voice. "I was not born yesterday, Reclaimer. Without me to regulate the data stream you will have exactly sixty seconds of your time to enter the portal before it collapses, taking this room, along with most of the facility with it. Remember that." With those final words, Aura stepped into the portal.

Kelly drew her own pistol, the empty Oathsworn already secured to her back as she glanced at the timer on her HUD. 53 seconds. Plenty of time. Moving from cover to cover, she killed brutes, grunts and jackals with ruthless efficiency. She felt at home as the oversized sidearm kicked back into her hand again and again. Plasma splashed over her frame, the shields taking the brunt of the attack. Inside her armor, the temperature started to rise as sweat gushed like rivers from her pores. Shaking her head to clear the salty droplets from her eyes, she emptied her last magazine into a particularly voracious brute, who collapsed as the hole in his skull couldn't contain the remnants of his pulverized brain. Diving behind cover, she glanced at her HUD again. 22… 21… 20… 19… She didn't wait any longer. Clasping the magnum to her thigh, she took off at full tilt to the platform. She was within arm's reach when a grenade whistled past her head and blew the console to pieces, causing the portal to fluctuate out of control. Kelly only blinked once before two more of the explosives slammed into her back, throwing her across the room.

She slammed into the wall, causing cracks to spider outwards towards the far reaches of the room. Her ears were ringing and she could taste copper in her mouth. Blinking away the blackness from her vision, she could see a huge, hulking brute wielding what seemed to be a brute shot. Its yellow and black canines were visible, shaped into a wicked grin as it leveled the grenade launcher to finish the Spartan off. She tried to move her body, trying to escape her explosive end. Her shield generator was fried, so she couldn't rely on her shields to save her life. A high pitched wail drew the attention of their leader, as well as everyone else in the room. The amorphous bubble flashed between red and gold, each second becoming more volatile. Kelly closed her eyes and waited for the end, only it wasn't the end, at least not yet. What greeted her was the tearing and screeching of metal as the portion of the room she had landed in as the alloys tore themselves from each other and Kelly plummeted into the ravine below as a red and amber fireball consumed the remains of the Forerunner facility.

Come Back Next Time!

*gasps* NOOOOO! KEEEELLLLLYYY!

What will happen to our intrepid soldiers? How will the others react to the arrival of a living, friendly Promethean as well as the deaths of their friends? Where is Wolfe? Come back next time to get these answers and many more! The Rabbit and the Wolfe chapter 3 awaits you all!

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Easter Eggs (chapter 1):

Roland's line: "Another whisper, sir…" somewhat parallel to what Cortana said to Fleet Admiral Lord Hood during the awards ceremony in Halo 2 aboard the orbital defense platform, Cairo

Building the scarab: Relates to the 7th level of Halo Wars, The Scarab

One last thing: Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I try, but I am only one person.