He woke up from cryosleep quickly. After all, he knew he had a job to do.
The 5th fleet had mobilized to answer to a planetary invasion, the first one since they slowed down to just taking peripheral systems in 2535, the year and a half made the safety of 2537 go to the bin.
Leonis Minoris' three planets were being hit, hard.
But this entire situation was very particular for a variety of reasons.
One of those peculiarities was that Grunts were allowed to fuck human men. The hordes of small methane-breathing women just stampeded the Machine-Gun positions of the Local defense forces and the UNSC detachment to breed the men there incessantly.
News of massive amounts of Tinder accounts began springing up; all made by aliens searching for a mate.
In one particular city, a CAS-class Carrier had unloaded its entire arsenal to secure the place and then rounded up all human women and killed them; just to then force the men there to keep acting as if the women of the Covenant were their human partners. All in a kinky, sadistic roleplay of people desperate for the affection of the poor humans.
The majority of it all was a gruesome fight in the same way the long campaigns on Harvest went.
Covvie and Human assaults on positions, with alien prisoners being either killed, assigned to a single male, or sent into the workcamps the UNSC had begun employing due to the absurd number of horny aliens surrendering to them; much to the dismay of the guards of those workcamps. And human prisoners were either made into breeding stock, or killed due to 'religious reasons', which meant jealousy in the case of human females, or anger for being rejected in the case of human males.
And of course, any vehicle engagement usually turned into human victory, thanks to their reluctance to kill possible mates by blowing their vehicles, preferring to immobilize the vehicles in often bloody affairs.
The sky though was the most important difference, for it was thoroughly under their control.
Even if some melee was still happening, ten human ships still standing against the enemy forces; it was clear that they had been defeated by the Covvies.
This was a rare occurrence since the battle had begun just three days ago and they tended to last at least a month since the Covenant liked to board human ships in search of the dick that would finally satiate them.
This change of pace could mean just one thing.
The only Covenant Commander who wasn't so desperate for dick that she ignored that she was a military officer first was here.
Thel'Vadamee.
Rumored to be so reserved, so virginal, so lady-like, yet so strong that she had never lusted for a cock; not even when she was one of the few Sangheili to be able to be choose a mate back on Sanghelios.
She was the one who repelled all counterattacks made to recover Covenant-controlled colonies. She was feared by every UNSC commander.
And he? It was his mission to kill her.
He had seen how Sam was fucked to death before exploding the Unrelenting, how Keiichi on Harvest killed himself instead of letting himself be torn apart by Silent Storm operatives ambushing him to be a mate for the Prophet of Truth, and worst of all, how during Silent Storm there were countless humans being forced to serve as housewives for the Covenant species and their forced offsprings.
If there was a God out there, he would've asked him why did he make them biologically compatible with literal incel space jihadists.
So he had a personal reason to hate this particular woman who threatened with changing the war.
But how could he be deployed?
Simple.
The Covenant's military wasn't all that cohesive. Shipmasters had roles as leaders of independent flotillas that acted by task of their Supreme Commander or Fleetmaster instead of following a centrally-made-AI-aided plan.
So they were going to bait a portion of her fleet, in order to force her to meet them in combat, letting them send people to the ground, hopefully winning it, allowing them to use it as a base from where to send strikecraft and missiles against their enemy on space.
And what would be used as bait?
Chad Chaddington from Chadia, a Marine of the 101st 'Zyzz' Brigade; they had outfitted him with a special skintight EVA suit in which he would pose in the middle of the void far from the main body of the fleet; all the while he held a sign that said: "Male, 28, single, childless, six-digit salary, all-natty, hoping to meet a strong shipmistress with which to go out with, fuck like rabbits and form a family." With the exact same words being posted in the system's forums and dating sites plus the coordinates of his position.
It was time to use the knowledge they had gained from twelve years of warfare with these people. They had to use their horniness against them.
And it payed off. After just a minute there, fifty ships jumped from slipspace, and he was being swarmed by countless dropships ogling at him, taking pictures and videos to be broadcasted through the comms of the covvies.
He was obviously humiliated, turned into a piece of meat only good to serve as bait for people desperate for sex and companionship instead of wellbeing and shared fulfillment, but the pride he felt in aiding humanity to survive this tide was stronger than the pain of doing this.
Once they knew that this was as much as they could pull off before Thel'Vadamee came and destroyed their ships; they made Chad say one thing.
"Yo my covvie shawties, where dem tiddies at!? Lower those shields and show me!"
Despite the kilometers of distance between him and the gigantic ships of the Covenant, he knew that they were surely doing exactly that, turning their armor and clothes off and running to the nearest viewing port to show him.
And so, when they lowered their shields, he began tearing up, for he knew his sacrifice hadn't been in vain; he had served for humanity.
Explosions of countless MAC rounds breaking the Covenant ships created fireballs such that even the predilect son of the Creatine system died in the midst of the enemy ships becoming fireworks.
The sacrifice created a window of five minutes before Thel'Vadame came to break their shit, so the entirety of the complement of the fleet was sent into the three colonies to relieve them.
Master John Halo Spartan Chief Collection 117 Infinite was sent into the one with the most enemy presence: 外星人做爱, also known as "Foreshadow".
Due to the nature of his deployment here being one of direct combat to find a buried nuclear reactor to blow a CCS in atmosphere, he was sent alone. If he was sent with women, he would surely be bombarded by the ship itself. If he was sent with men, then the covvies would try to rape him; and ONI was pretty clear that the Covenant was under no circumstance be allowed to have access to Spartan semen. The cover of his armor would mean that they would doubt before attacking.
And so he got into a drop pod and prepared to go into hell, alone.
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His pod tore through the sky, in a small show that got the attention of any still-lurking-for-mates covvies.
He landed right into a plaza, where he saw the most despicable showing of degeneracy these aliens could make.
They made Sodom and Gomorrah look tame.
Through the window of his pod, he could see how Alien women were wearing normal civilian clothes and were holding hands and kissing with enslaved human males.
Worse was that in the middle of a plaza, a crowd of Sangheili were sat on some foldable chairs; looking at how a white-armored Zealot was in front of a men forced into a black suit; and he was crying, totally terrified. They had forced him into a marriage.
It was such a lewd, demoralizing sight. The only thing that could make it worse would be seeing at them fucking.
His blood began to boil, anger flaring as the sole sentiment on his heart.
When the door of his pod opened, and he saw how a Jiralhanae woman was in front of him, wearing an absurdly oversized sweatshirt that said 'Kiss the alien', he looked at her directly on the eyes.
"Oh my, such a handsome armored man fell right from the sky for me?" - She said in the sweetest voice she could produce considering that she was three meters tall (9'10" for them Americans) bear-like muscular, Amazonian alien woman. - "My name i-"
Before she could present herself he roared in a thunderous scream, fueled by the pure hatred and rage he felt for these alien heathens, for this unholy debauchery.
The immaculate WAAAAAAAAAAAGHH! made everyone on the plaza stop to see him; because before they were too preoccupied courting their human captures.
"I like you already." - The Jiralhanae confessed.
Her grin was obvious, she was thinking god knows what depraved events; probably involving such dirty actions as watching movies together, or worse... Him fathering their children in a green world where they had a two-story suburban house.
What kind of degenerate was this woman who approached her arms to surround him and press him onto her ample bossom?
Before she could lay a single finger on his pristine celibate and virginal armor, John acted.
He grabbed her by the arm and used his supreme strength to lay a single punch into her elbow, breaking it.
She cried out in pain, but she was assaulted even more by the piercing strikes of the Spartan.
In but a trio of seconds she lay dead.
And so his rampage began to clear the plaza and pave a way into the reactor.
He rip and tore everything on his path like was some kind of force of nature; he crushed skulls, split bodies, broke bones, pierced flesh; and ultimately, freed all men there.
Save for one.
The one that was being forced to marry the Sangheili fell to the ground after his would-be-alien-wife died in the hands of the Spartan.
John was quick enough to catch him, and he saw the happy face of the black-skinned man as he saw how every single covvie was dead around him.
"Thank you..." - He managed to utter before closing his eyes.
In closer inspection, he had died because his hips had been broken, his balls had exploded some time ago, because of the actions of one now dead demon.
These dirty fucking aliens were so uncivilized, so barbaric, so dammed, that she couldn't even wait for marriage, and she defiled her mate by breeding with him before the holy union.
The very soul of the man had been tainted by her actions.
He began crying inside his helmet, weeping at the knowledge that such events happened every time he didn't kill a covvie fast enough.
"THEL'VADAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" - He expressed his anger in a shout directly at the sky.
It was so powerful that it inspired the surviving men to take up arms and form a defensive circle on the plaza.
They would hold off any enemy attack while the Chief continued with his mission.
He had to be quick, he had to act, he knew this wasn't going to be the last battle he would be on; but he was going to fight like it was.
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Da Reviews:
-Victorius 435: Don't worry matey, he's coming to this story, just wait.
-Icbjs: I fucking dammit hope it is, I put soul, sweat, blood and other fluids into this story, and balancing the horny with the funny is something only Baalbudy can do the right way.
-AJ: I love you.
-Tinfoot: Those two are great fucking ideas but I wanna have the Chief being obsessively hunted by Vadamee to be her mate, and Chief hunting her to kill her because she's a degenerate alien; so I gotta see what route can fit with that.
-Servermeta: This is art.