10/25/2552, New York, New York, USA
Manhattan
Joel put his phone away, and ran down the stairs of the building top he was on. By the time he got to the bottom of the stairs he found himself confronted by two elites. He pulled out the pistol and pumped four rounds into one of the elites head. The elite fell down, and Joel blasted the other with one shot with the sniper rifle.
He bent down and dropped the sniper rifle, and he picked up the plasma rifle. If he remembered how to use it correctly, the trigger… A blue light flew from the center of the energy connecting the two parts of the weapon together.
Joel grinned. Bingo.
He lifted his foot, and smashed it into the door in front of him. It blasted away, smashing two grunts in the process. Joel rushed out, looked to his right, and then his left. All clear. He moved on the side walk. He didn't want to be crushed by a moving Covenant vehicle, that wouldn't be a pretty way to die.
A purple beam of light trickled into the sky, it headed for Joel. He leaped, and the purple beam nailed the ground where he was only seconds before. He looked around in the sky, he spotted a jackal holding a beam rifle. Joel lifted the plasma rifle he had, and let a burst go. The jackal ducked and dodged it, and then brought his head back up. Joel let a round from his M6D Pistol go, and nailed the Jackal in the head, it fell off the building, and onto the ground. A grunt tried to run for the Jackal. Joel shot three rounds at the grunt, all of them missed. But lucky for Joel the beam rifle hit the grunt in the head, and the grunt tripped over and fell with his plasma pistol pointed at a dropped plasma gradnae. A green burst of energy fluxed into the plasma weapon, setting it off. The two dead aliens went flying.
Joel shoke his head at the aliens idiotic death. Yet, he laughed a little on the inside. A cruel, horrible laugh.
He kept moving, and at one point he spotted a fire team of elites coming his way. He ducked and entered a ally way. He moved through it, and when he came to the end, he kept moving towards Main Street. He saw a elite waiting at the end of the block. Joel stuck up behind it, quite like. Then he gave the elite a good smack in the back with the plasma rifle.
The Elite toppled over and fell onto the ground, dead.
He was half way to Main Street.
He started to run. Blue lights splattered around him.
He shot back with his pistol and plasma rifle. It didn't help a whole lot. A Blue light hit Joel's jacket. The article of clothing started to melt. He pulled the jacket off, and threw it away, leaving him with his Blue T-Shirt on.
He spotted the pelican, and four marines. The Marines charged forward, Two had something that looked like a MA5B, but it wasn't. He could tell because when they ran past him he could see they both had the number 32 on the screen. It would be nearly impossible for them both to have 32 shots left, it was such a uncontrollable weapon. The other was holding a SMG, and the other a Shot gun.
Joel kept moving, and entered the pelican. He looked to see what the marines were doing. They were fighting a platoon of Brutes, who were also engaging a group of 8 elites. It was a three way battle! But soon spikes battered the marines. The spikes exploded in a pink cloud of energy, and blood splattered from the holes where flesh and armor used to be.
The Pelican lifted from the ground, and flew off to the southwest.
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10/26/2552 Gabon Africa
A huge fleet sparkled in the background of the sky of east Africa. Daniel watched with his eyes through his helmet. CCS Battle Cruisers, floated through the sky, east of his position. He was walked towards that area, but was on a perch so he could see it.
When the Cruisers came, large pillars began to lift up from the ground, and into the air, white lights began to shine from the pillars. This forced Daniel to shield his eyes. He forced himself to look around, and spotted a Spartan in green armor, beat up, damaged.
Daniel checked the motion track, along with the IFF. It was Spartan-117… John! The Master Chief was still alive! But it appeared that he had seen horrible battle. The Spartan, from this far of a distance, looked to have a new disposition.
He looked changed.
The pillars rose up to the highest position that it appeared they could. A Banshee spotted him, and started to shot, he ducked. The blue dashes of plasma flew past him, missing him by inches.
Then his view went totally white. From the banshee or the light that was growing by the pillars? Was he dead? Or was he still living? He would find out in a few seconds…