Halo: Earth Again

“Spartan 117 what the hell are you doing on that ship”. Sir, finishing this fight. Beep, beep, beep, beep, A siren was announcing itself. He checked the HUD system. There was a formation of red dots that were closing in on his position. An optional weapons Arm memo popped up on the heads up display, Arm/Disarm. John fingered the Arm button. The Master Chief then forerunner ship burst into an aerial combat roll. Now Master Chief was lined up with the patrol squadron of seraph attack fighters. Only a few moments later twin particle accelerator cannons folded out from the ship. “This should get interesting”, said John. The HUD let him know that the primary weapon had been 97 charged. Only a few more seconds . . . the seraphs plasma weapons were opening fire. Most their rounds were screeching past him while others inflicted next to no damage . . . 99, a fairly large explosion detonated a few feet behind his ship, damn fuel rods, John thought to himself. A beep reminded him that the cannon was fully-charged. Master Chief pulled the triggers on both the control-sticks and he opened fire on the seraphs. One after the other, covenant fighters were helplessly being ripped apart by superior firepower. Master Chief marveled at the absolute power of the weapons . . . and the ship too. After the final banshee slipped from the previously held formation, a Covenant cruiser got interested and came to see what the commotion was. Spartan 117 had no option but to get the hell out of there before the cruiser discharged a volley of plasma at his position. Too late, John glanced over his shoulder and found out he was out of options. The plasma was coming down on him faster than he had expected. He had to abandon ship.

Quickly, John was desperately struggling to find some sort of ejection operation. Somehow he had found the right button, Spartan 117 thought to himself as he surprisingly glided out into space in an escape pod just seconds before being engulfed in plasma. The explosion was substantially larger. The energy stored up in the particle accelerator probably caused that. Usually there would have been quite a jerk when you eject, convenient, he thought to himself.

The escape pod was free-falling into Earths atmosphere. John was hoping that the forerunner ships could handle reentry, let alone the escape pod he was in. He had no choice but to wait and see.

The inside of the compartment the Spartan was in begun to heat up drastically. John could experience the alteration faintly to the fault of the specially designed temperature control heating and cooling gel in his MOLJNIR Armor. He was counting the seconds before he arrived at the ground.

He could hear his pod screeching through the sky which meant he was seconds from hitting whatever. A thud and an immediate stop signified that he had reached the surface unharmed and with no casualties. With a noticeable hiss the roof had depressurized and unsealed. John forced both hands up against the roof and pushed it off to the side. He could see that the covenant had already wreaked havoc among Earth, but this time back things were different. Way different.

John made his way over to a vacant ghost. As like a motorcycle he pressed his foot down on the right pedal. An alienated vroom informed him that it was powered up. He was having a bothersome time trying to keep the ghost going straight as it is most likely battle-damaged. Anyway, something caught John’s attention in the corner of his eye. What the hell.

It didn’t look like the covenant had taken prisoners, but, I’m just going to check it out, John said to himself. He could see a few heads turn his way, then more and more. A hand moved up waving him off his prior decision to attack. He could now see them clearly. John slipped off the covenant fast-attack vehicle and automatically it turned of and softly landed on the ground. The Spartan took a step toward one of the officers in the group. Lieutenant, John said. Master Chief Sir, the marine saluted and notified him that he would have to talk to a higher-ranking officer to be acquainted with what happened, but the Elites and other covenant have formed an alliance. Why, John shot a glance at the elite situated a few feet away from him. Sir, things in the covenant have been collapsing, the Elites have been betrayed by the Prophets and are pretty pissed . . . sir. Thank you lieutenant, Master Chief said. Yes sir, Oh and sir. Yes lieutenant. Their artillery fire is cutting us down on the north side and we’re here to retake or demolish it. Their, John said questioningly. Brutes, jackals, buggers, said the officer.

Attention, ATTENTION the officer barked. Elites were snorting in his obnoxiousness. 5 minutes, gear up, and then were moving out. The marines acquired some spare magazines and grenades for their arsenal. Some took S2 AM long-range weapons and slung an extra shotgun onto their backs while others took BR-55’s and holstered the backup m6c magnums. John took a Modified BR-55 with a grenade launcher attachment, extended barrel, and an increased capacity 250 drum magazine. He also took some spare magazines, a Jackhammer rocket launcher, incendiary and frag grenades, and a demo pack. The sangheili seized plasma rifles, carbines, and plasma grenades, while the lekgolo were tinkering with there arm-mounted weaponry. Others had taken plasma pistols and needlers with green crystals. John noted the green crystals as they were unlike the usual pink.

Assemble teams; move out, a nameless voice shouted out into the crowd. The Master Chief was obligated to command a support team to provide rapid-response assistance in case of a dire situation. He elected 3 white-armored sangheili to aid him. All had carbines and two plasma rifles holstered at their sides.

Marine and covenant teams were advancing up the street to the sound of one big-ass piece of artillery. John made a hand gesture and the elites fell in behind him. They moved through the alleys until the sound was too agonizing. Then they made their way towards the roof of a parking lot building through the building. Master Chief’s hand shot up and they slowly crept onward until they met the corner. John peered around and spotted a jackal sniper team. They had a superior view of the bend where are troops where going to come around. Master Chief’s com came on. Sir, proceed with the attack? No, we have located an enemy sniper team and are commencing with the take out. I’ll let you know when the enemy has been taken care of, out. This had to be done inaudibly or we would lose the surprise factor.

John drew out his combat knife and motioned the elites to find positions to give the soldiers support while he took the jackals out. He slowly walked up behind the sniper team. One of them turned around and looked like a dear in headlights. Not even bothering to pull out his sidearm. The other jackal put down his rifle and immediately unholstered his weapon but found out that there was a knife in his neck. The jackal was squealing in pain and Master Chief moved the knife up putting a big gash from the bottom of its neck to the top. The squealing stopped.

Proceed with the attack captain. Yes sir, the marine said. Subsequently, Marines and ex covenant were pouring from the corner. Streams of plasma came from buildings and infantry advancing on the artillery. White and pink lines were falling down on the brutes and jackals. Cracks of Battle rifles and m9 shotguns were noticeably piercing through the droning noise of plasma fire. The buggers were giving us real nuisance. They were flying into the buildings and slaughtering our sniper and support teams. Master Chief along with the sangheili in his support team opened up. The glare from the shady building was too noticeable. The artillery cannon was decreasing its elevation and aiming at us. Staring down the wrong end of a big gun wasn’t too friendly.