Good morning Children! Welcome back to Halo 4: A Rip in Time!
I'm sorry if this posting is a little late. I usually play Halo 4 to get me in the mood to write the future time line, but ALAS! I lost the memory card with all of my Halo 4 stuff such as Online Passes and DLC.
But fear not! For I do not give up so easily, I got a flash drive big enough to fit all of Halo 4's (ridiculously large) data, and re-downloaded everything I need.
And after a few matches in the War Games gave me the idea for this chapter!
Some very special characters from RoosterTeeth's RvsB make an appearance in this chapter. I won't tell you who, but I think you'll find out.
Bon appetite!
"War games will commence in sixty seconds. All Spartans prepare for Capture the Flag." Comes Roland's voice over the Spartan's coms. Griff walks over to Simmons, trying to load a mag into his DMR. They are with two other red Spartans that are preparing to be released into the battle field.
"Capture the Flag? I played this all the time when I went paintballing!" Griff says.
"You mean you actually used to get physical activity?" Simmons says sarcastically.
"Yup." Griff continues. "I was young and stupid then."
"Thirty seconds." Roland says over the Coms.
Simmons turns to the other two Spartans. "Alright guys, we need two people to stay back and protect the flag while the other two go and retrieve the enemies' flag." Simmons starts. "I want you two to stay back and protect the flag while Griff and I-"
"Hold on, wait a minute!" The scout Spartan interrupts. "I'm not staying behind and playing defense like a pussy!"
"Yeah!" The other EOD Spartan says. "I want some action!"
"Alright, fine! You can be offense!" Griff says. "Just calm down dude!"
Roland's voice comes on over the battlefield's speakers. "Five, four, three, two…"
"Let's kick some ass!" The scout Spartan shouts.
"Round begin!" The doors of the Prep room fly open and the two Spartans sprint out ahead of Griff and Simmons and are immediately dropped by sniper bullets to the face.
"Holy shit!" Griff shouts in surprise.
"Jesus Christ, get down!" Simmons yells while diving behind a rock. Griff ducks down next to Simmons and looks around.
"They just shot our teammates right out of the freakin gate!" Griff states. "How the hell did they do that? Are they even allowed to do that!?"
Simmons looks at the other two Spartans and discovers the gel rounds splattered on both of their helmets. If they were live rounds, both would have been shot right between the eyes. He switches on his coms to match their frequencies. "Hey, are you guys alright?"
"Ah! It stings so much!" The scout says.
"I can't move! Why can't I move?!" The EOD asks.
"Live rounds are replaced with gel rounds in war games." Simmons explains. "Is there a timer on your HUD?"
"Yeah… it has ten seconds left." The scout confirms. "What does that mean?"
"The gel rounds harden the gel layer in your armor until the countdown is finished. You should be able to move once the countdown is finished." Simmons explains.
A beep is heard from the two Spartans' outer speakers and they quickly crawl to the rock next to Simmons and Griff. "Alright, screw that man! What's your plan?" The EOD asks.
"Hey Simmons?" Griff pokes Simmons on the shoulder a few times, trying to get his attention.
"Hold on." Simmons nudges Griff's hand away and looks back at the other two Spartans. "Alright, so they probably have a sniper trying to pin us down, so what we have to assume is that-"
"Simmons?" Griff interrupts, tapping Simmons on the shoulder again.
"Not now Griff, jeez!" Simmons shakes his head and looks back at the two Spartans. "Anyway, we have to-"
Griff punches Simmons in the back of the helmet. "Hey, asshole!"
"God damn it Griff! WHAT?!" Simmons yells.
"Hey, don't yell in my ear!" Griff shouts back. "I've just found something very… interesting."
"What?! What could you possibly know that is more important than tactics?!" Simmons asks.
"There's only one guy on the other team, dickhead!" Griff tells them. Simmons and the other Spartans look at each other before looking back at Griff.
"You're kidding, right?" The EOD asks.
"Just pull up the team's rosters on your HUD. You'll see that I'm right!" Griff claims.
The other Spartans do as Griff says and sees that he's telling the truth. There is indeed only one other person on the opposing team.
"Why is there only one guy on the other team?" The Scout asks.
"Who cares? We outnumber them four to one! We've got this in the bag!" Simmons says. "On the count of three, we dash in different directions towards the flag. He can't possibly shoot all of us!"
"Yeah, good point!" The EOD agrees.
"Let's do this!" The Scout says.
"Alright, one… two… three!" Simmons shouts, and they all dash from the rock with a battle cry. Four shots ring out across the battle field, and all four Spartans fall to the ground with gel rounds on their helmets.
"OW! God damn it, it stings!" Simmons yells.
"Why does this always happen to me!?" The Scout yells in pain.
"Hey. Simmons?" Griff says.
"Ah, what Griff?" Simmons asks.
"He shot all of us." Griff points out.
"Yes Griff, I noticed." Simmons says, trying to move his arm in vain.
"Probably just got an overkill medal from that." Griff continues.
"Yes Griff, I know." Simmons says annoyed.
"And a killing spree since he killed more than five of-"
"Griff!" Simmons shouts.
"Hey, guys, I only have ten seconds left." The scout says. "Once I'm able to move, I'll go for the flag and distract him while you guys come up behind him and ambush his ass!"
"Alright, I like that plan." The EOD says.
The Scout glances over next to him and find's his battle rifle on the ground next to him, just out of reach. The countdown ends, and he starts to go for it when a heavy armored boot comes down on his arm. He looks up into the visor of a Mark VI Mjölnir helmet which is looking down the sights of a shotgun.
"Too slow." The Chief says before giving the Scout a shotgun blast of gel rounds to the chest. The Scout feels the sting of the rounds and lets out a woman-like shriek.
The EOD, Griff, and Simmons all jump back up after the countdown and immediately notice that their opponent is none other than Master Chief himself.
"Oh fuck!" Simmons shouts.
"Jesus, it's the Chief!" Griff yells.
"Come on guys, we're Spartan's too!" The EOD points out. "Let's get him!"
Simmons and the EOD dash at the Chief while Griff turns tail and runs away. "No you idiots! Run for your lives!"
"Griff?! Where are you-" Simmons' sentence is cut short by the Chief's fist impacting his face. Simmons goes flying backwards and lands on his back. He checks his shield meter and discovers that it's at 46%.
The Chief smashes the EOD in the face with the butt of the Shotgun, then blasts at him in the chest. The EOD falls to the ground, his armor locked into place.
"Hey Chief!" The Scout shouts. The Chief quickly looks behind him and sees the Scout speeding towards him in a Warthog. "Have some bumper!"
The Chief drops his shotgun and gets into a crouched position. The Warthog smashes into the Chief's shoulder and pushes him along the ground. The Chief's feet stay firmly planted on the ground and slowly grinds the Warthog to a stop. The Chief then grabs the Warthog by the bumper and the undercarriage and slowly picks it up off the ground.
"Oh… shit." The Scout says to himself.
Simmons is helping the EOD to his feet when he hears the sound of a Warthog horn. Simmons and the EOD look up and see the Warthog, that the Scout is still in, falling towards them.
"Guys, watch out!" The Scout yells.
"OH SHIT!" Simmons and the EOD yell at the same time right before the Warthog pancakes them into the dirt.
The Scout climbs out of the wreckage, his shields barely holding at 5%. "This guy is like the fuckin Terminator, man!"
Simmons and the EOD push the Warthog off of themselves . Simmons leans far back and pops his spine. "AH! I hate Warthogs!"
The Scout looks around for the Chief, but doesn't see him. "Wait… where'd he go?"
"Oh no! Griff!" Simmons is about to switch on his coms and alert Griff when he remembers how he fled from the battle. Simmons grins behind his visor.
"So dude, what's the plan?" The EOD asks Simmons.
"Well, I say we let the Chief get Griff while we go for the-"
"Simmons! Cover fire, COVER FIRE!" Griff yells as he sprints over the hill with the Chief's flag in tow.
"That moron actually got the flag!?" The Scout asks in disbelief.
"Cover him guys! The Chief with be coming for him!" Simmons shouts. As much as he would like to see Griff get turned into Sushi by the Chief, capturing the flag was the main objective. The group surrounds Griff in a defense circle and they quickly make their way over to the base of their flag.
"Alright Griff, you do the honors." Simmons tells him. Griff sprints to the base and just before he can score, he bumps into what he thinks is in invisible barrier.
"What the?" Griff asks himself. Before he can say anything else, the Chief deactivates his active camo, grabs the flag, spins it out of Griff's hands, and swings the top of the flag up right in between Griff's legs making a loud *clang* sound. Griff falls to his knees, grasping his crouch.
"My balls?! Why's it always my balls?!" Griff screams in pain before the Chief shoots him in the face with a pistol. The gel round locks Griff's armor in place, keeping him in a statue-like position of him holding his crouch. Simmons, the EOD, and the Scout all rush in towards the Chief with guns blazing.
Simmons takes a split second to smirk at Griff's crushed coin purse. That is, until the Chief brings the flag pole down on top of Simmons' head. Simmons checks his shield meter to discover that his shields are currently at 15%. That's not even enough to take a gel-
Simmons' thoughts are interrupted abruptly by several gel rounds to his chest. He falls to the ground, trying in vain to get back up.
Meanwhile, the EOD jumps at the Chief and actually tackles him to the ground. The EOD and the Chief wrestle for the shotgun. The Scout tries to get a good shot at the Chief, but the EOD us getting in his way too much.
The Chief kicks the EOD off of him, and the EOD goes flying into the Scout. The Scout accidentally pulls the trigger on his Battle Rifle and fires three gel rounds directly into the back of the EOD, paralyzing his armor.
With an entire Spartan IV of dead weight on top of the Scout, he is unable to get back up off of the ground. The Chief walks up to him and fires a gel round at the Scout's visor.
Simmons finally gets back on his feet after a desperate struggle, only to receive another gel round to his chest and promptly fall back down.
The Chief looks around at the sorry group of Spartans. It felt good to let out some of his pent-up rage, but these Spartans weren't even good enough to provide a challenge.
The Chief walks over to the other flag and retrieves it just as Griff starts to move around. The Chief fires a round of gel into Griff's crouch, just to make sure he doesn't get back up. Griff tries to scream, but the only thing to come out of his mouth is a whimper.
The Chief grabs his own flag off of the ground and makes his way back to his base.
"Why don't you just kill me?" Griff asks in sheer pain.
The Chief stops in his tracks and slowly turns towards Griff. He drops both of the flags on the ground and picks up Griff by his chest plate. "What was that, soldier?" The Chief asks with an almost demon-like tone.
"Um… well… I didn't actually…" Griff stutters in fear.
The Chief pulls Griff in closer, visor to visor. "You think dying solves anything? You think that begging for death will end your suffering? That death is a mercy?" The Chief asks. "I can tell you that you're wrong. I have seen countless people die. All of them were good people. Some of them were my friends." The Chief pauses. "Some… were more than that. But none of them deserved it."
Even though all of the Spartans' countdowns have finished, they stay still where they fell; listening to the Chief's words.
"Next time you're begging for death, it better be when you're old and tired from the countless battles that have claimed other lives." The Chief continues. "But none claimed your own."
The Chief drops Griff on the ground and walks out of the base with the two flags in tow.
Meanwhile, in the Infinity's database, Serena listen's carefully to the Chief's coms. To prevent anyone from hearing the conversation, she isolates the Chief's frequency and locks it into a secure channel. Serena processes the Chief's words for three cycles before coming to the conclusion that he speaks from experience.
"Some… were more than that." The specific sentence cycles through Serena's processes more than any other phrase to come out of the Chief's mouth.
"'More than a friend?' What could be 'more than a friend?'" Serena wonders. "Most curious, indeed."
Ho, boy, that was a long one!
But wait, why is this Chapter labeled as The War Games – Part 1?
Because I just want to mess with you, that's why!
JK, I'm actually going to make another chapter about Chief kicking even MORE Spartan IV ass.
It's gonna be sweet.
Anyway, I hope you guys like this Chapter and I also hope that you are looking forward to the next.
Good night you adolescents!