It felt and looked like metal. The whole planet seemed to be covered in a veil of darkness. In fact, as he thought about it, it was probably thanks to his suit that he hadn't frozen to death by now.
"Scanning surface temperature." Cortana said in a voice that echoed through his mind, as if she had in fact read his impulse signals in his brain. "...Minus 117 Degrees Celsius." She said in an unemotional manner.
After about five minutes, the Chief began to feel uneasy. The whole planet was empty and desolate, and as he searched there seemed to be nothing in particular on it. However he recieved an answer to this in a form that, given the choice, he would rather have not had an answer at all.
Dozens of combat and carrier forms, with a few Infection forms of Flood, were moving into his position from all sides. As he looked around, he noticed that they had surrounded him in the formation of a ring of some sort. There were hundreds, and no human alive could fight them all at the same time.
But the Master Chief wasn't human, was he? He was a SPARTAN, and he could handle this. He wielded his assault rifle and aimed it at a group of the Flood, closing his eyes and baring his teeth as he jammed the trigger down. As he opened his eyes he began to take aim at Carrier forms first; for their explosiveness when taken down would buy him some time to survive, as they would take down a group of Flood.
Soon, however, his ammo had ran out on his assault rifle and he resorted to his simple UNSC-Standard pistol; the slower firing rate allowed the Flood to begin to close in more, he would have screamed if he could feel fear, but as a SPARTAN that was not allowed. Instead, he let it out in a quick frag grenade throw.
It blew a good hole in the ring, but the Master Chief was completely spent. Despite his stubborn nature, he knew in his head that this fight wasn't one he was going to win. He begged for a way out, or for some surprise rescue, when suddenly Cortana's voice made him lurch.
"Scanning unknown lifeforms moving toward the battlefield!"
The Master Chief almost cursed, while with amazing accuracy blasting an infection form out of a Combat form's chest, then turning around and punching an attacking infection form, knocking it away from it's intended target; his head.
The new lifeforms were bipedal, and as his eyes focused he saw Elites. Covenant Elites. Out of simple instinct he thought of turning his weapon on them, then remembered they were friendlies...or were they?
So...sorry for the inactiveness guys. I've been busy with school and other commitments. However the fanfiction is still alive and in development. Thanks for watching. I'm doing my best for you all. Cheers!