I'm sorry for taking too long. Yeah I lied about taking each chapter to be published faster, it's only that all the chapters had to be scrapped. Which being said, the chapters are going to take longer to be published soo please, please patient. Your Shipmaster Zevlik.
"So how did you survive that attack?" I asked him.
"I didn't. I still have internal bleeding, only to be slowed by biofoam." He paused. "Even If I got surgery done I'll be more of a robot then human."
Noble-3 stared at the opening of the ruins of Sword Base. His sniper rifle still pointing at the sky. "Damn, bastards they trying to take out our meal ticket." He muttered. "Emile were going to have some fierce movement coming."
"Right; but first let me get something, a memento of a friend."
"You're not seriously bringing him along as well. He will slow us down."
"He's part of our team, Jun"
"Fine."
Mick nodded to me and whispered, "Who are they talking about?"
"The Original Lone Wolf." I paused. Our Pelican was being targeted by Banshees that came out of nowhere.
Our enemy was coming at us hard, until one of his kin was destroyed by a red blaze in the sky. As it blew up into plasma particles. That shot came none other than the Lone Wolf. He said nothing. Emile who is side carried a modified minigun. "Well Six, that Spartan laser is out of condition now."
When he spoke his voice deep and heavy. "Yeah. Now we can finally return give the Admiral the thanks." The Spartan Laser dropped to the ground. As it hit the Pelican's pilot COM spoke.
"Spartans, In order for me to come down I need air support now. Tomahawk out."
Noble-6 looked at me. Right there and then he established a separate private COM with me. "If you're thinking of getting in my way, I'll kill you before you know what hit you."
Mick called me, "John help over here!" Where Mick stood as pointed with his rifle. A squadron of Banshees followed the Pelican. Two of them were over the Pelican dropping plasma bombs and two others were followed underneath it, close enough to jump on them. Emile voice spoke. "Zeta-Team what you waiting around for we got our own rides already." Above us were the survivors of Noble-Team with their own stolen banshees.
"Here's our two banshees coming right up."
"Ready." Mick confirmed.
We both hit the Banshee's quickly ripping out the Zealot Elite. As the two aliens succumbed to their deaths below. As we gave total retaliation to the remaining enemy Covenant Squadron. Each of them put up a fight as though each of them exploded into green plasma particles.
We all touched our new rides to ground to meet our rescuer on this hellish planet. As the Pelican's EVAC door opened to our surprise was that our rescuers were female Spartan-II and an ODST.
Before any of could say anything she made a gesture for us to come aboard. "Come quick for UNSC Infinity has declared Cole Protocol."
"Cole Protocol? The Covenant already know where we are, even the Flood." Mick spoke.
"Not everyone." I mutter as I walked to the Cockpit and seeing it with my own eyes. A Forerunner Vessel. And it was the same size as the UNSC Infinity.
Emile was right behind me when we were in port view of the Forerunner vessel, when he whispered, "Now what?"
The Spartan-II sat in the corner still silent even after the small skirmish on Planet Reach. Then the pilot told us that he was no longer in control of the pelican. A high energy scanner scanned the pelican as we deemed closer and closer to Forerunner ship. Sentinels escorted our transport and because of this it seemed that whoever was in control of vessel wanted to see us and badly.
I discussed on what our strategy if negotiations failed which probably will happen since they did attack first.
"Well whoever is jumping off this craft first, I got your back." It was the Spartan-II that spoke for the first time since Reach.
"Yeah, and who are you?" Emile taunted.
"Kelly. You?"
"Emile." He snorted. "Thanks anyways we got enough Spartans on this mission."
"Alright, then."
Jun stepped in, "No. No. No. It's alright. I need someone to cover my back if things go not according to plan." Emile looked at him felt betrayed by his own teammate.
"Fine." Is all she said. The ODST pilot came out holding a MA5B rifle and holding a ODST pilot classed helmet. "If things go to hell. Bring some over so I can join in the fun." There was a shift in the aircraft as it touched town in the belly of the beast. Flipping the switch; the EVAC door opened and I fell out first. With Mick on left and Noble-Six on right. And Emile was also at my 9', with cover of the two snipers following us. As the EVAC door closed my motion tracker picked up something.
"Did you get that?"
"Yeah."
"My motion tracker acknowledged it as a friendly."
"Same here."
"We should spit up into groups." Kelly answered, "Noble-4 and Noble-6 is with me. Zeta-Team is with Noble-3."
"This is John-711, Zeta-A, now entering which looks like the main citadel hall."
"Blue-Team has found a Forerunner armory."
The designs of the halls had a slick metallic shine on all of the walls. Forerunner sentinels roam back and forth scanning things.
All my artificial memory jogged flashbacks into my skull. As encounters of Forerunner life through the eyes of John. The Master Chief. And glimpses of memory of 343 Guilty Spark. It might have been a warning to not trust any of them. Not one of those bastards.
"John? Do think this vessel is also in pursuit of the Master Chief since he was the one that destroyed the Diadact."
When the name DIadact slipped out of Mick's mouth. A Promethean appeared in front of us.
"Humans of Chakum Hakkor, our Forerunner master has summoned you." With a wave of the Promethean's hand. The platform we were standing on shifted and lifted.
"I have a bad feeling about this." Jun muttered. "What did happen after the fall of Reach?"
"Well after the Planet fell, S-117 and the Pillar of Autumn were intercepted by a fraction of the Covenant fleet. By discovering a Forerunner Weapon, Halo. An ancient alien race was unleashed called the Flood. It absorbed all races into its own collective race. S-117 escaped with the AI Cortana and destroyed the weapon." My head was hurting for focusing on all that memory.
Mick looked at me, "You alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Let me finish."
"Alright."
I had to calm down my head felt like it was going to burst from the within. Focusing on all the thought of memories of my implanted artificial memory, I continued. "S-117 and the Covenant later set aside their differences to fight off the alien plague. Only that the Covenant later fell into a civil war. Brutes against the Elites. The remaining loyal Covenant Forces went to another Forerunner weapon the Ark. With Humanity in pursuit, only to be followed by survivors of the Halo, the Flood. S-117 and the Elite leader Arbiter stopped the activation of the Ark and destroyed it by overloading one of the Halo rings. The outcome was S-117 went MIA, and Arbiter was counted treason among his own people. 4 years later S-117 was discovered by UNSC Infinity; but also awaken another ancient being. The Forerunner Diadact. "
"Wait a second. What happened during the '4' years?"
"UNSC got carried away with pride and help ignite Sanghelli civil war. Which is why the reason the Covenant came together and attacked us."
"Sanghelli?"
"Another name for an Elite." Mick answered.
"Oh."
"Well the Forerunner attacks Earth where S-117 destroys the Forerunner with a nuke. Outcome was that his partner AI Cortana dissolved. And all of UNSC think he has gone AWOL because of it."
Our platforms stopped. Stepping forward, I felt something was off. The Promethean's color on its armor was flickering. Blue meant idle or non-hostile; but orange meant hostile and the color was turning into an orange hue.
Flipping out my combat knife, I quickly dodged its arm swipe and lunged at it stabbing at its core. It burst into orange matrix. A sudden movement in the walls shifted into revealing an entrance to another hall. Standing in the entrance was a 10-foot tall metallic figure. There were two heavy thuds behind me. Mick and Jun. leaving me and only me to face the Forerunner.
Looking at my comrades who were both unconscious, not dead. It seemed to me and my own reasoning that the Forerunner wanted me and only me; but for what purpose? Then I something hit me. His armor it was all too familiar, but how? He looked like the Diadact, but he possibly couldn't have survived that blast and out here?
"You're that Forerunner! The one from the Shield world. The Diadact."
"How dare a lowly warrior form compare me to him. According to the fools death it has awaken me."
"Who are you?"
The Forerunner answered. "My young human warrior I'm the Master Builder."
Those last words as it came from the Forerunner's mouth, my vison went black.
I woke up in a non-metallic cell sprawled right next to Noble-3 and Mick. "Shit." I muttered.
Mick shifted a little mumbling about something. A repeat of words. "Don't trust him."
"Don't trust who?" I asked.
"Don't trust him."
"What is it? Mick!"
His answer gave me something to be scared about.
"Flo-od." He whimpered.
