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The image of Cortana flickered and disappeared. "Where's Cortana?" questioned Chief. "She right here' said the prophets voice in his head. Just as Chief was about to take out his pistol and try again to shoot it, a searing pain erupted in his back. Just after the pair of plasma bolt hit him in the back, his shields seared. He had lost a life bar. He was now in the yellow meter. He quickly took out a fragmentation grenade and threw it at the enemies behind him. Without even looking, he picked up his Assault Rifle and fired a half a clip into the Prophet's head. The Prophet froze, dropped Cortana's memory chip, and fell.
He picked it up and ran behind a corner. Next to him was a keypad. As he inserted Cortana into the space in his helmet, he heard a group of reinforcements coming through the hall. "Chief! Press the symbol on the left, the one on the right, and the green button in the middle. Keep holding it down!" After Chief had done this, the door had started to close. He held the green button down. The door was closing, but very slowly. As the group turned the corner he saw that it was a group of Elites. He was taking shots, and the internal siren in his helmet rang. His armor was blackened by now. The closest Elites was a Golden one. As soon as he could he lunged for the door. At that second the door closed. Crunching the bottom half of the Elites body. It was a spectacular thing to see the Elite's face. From anger it turned in shock, then into extreme pain as it tore through him. Chief chuckled as he bent to retrieve the Elite's dropped Plasma Rifle. "I might need this," he muttered.
Cortana's voice broke the silence. "The control room is approximately 300 meters from here." You did a good job landing here." Chief knew that the 300 meters were not going to be easy. He had been in situations, though none worse that this. The chief checked his weapons, and then his HUD. His health was still in the yellow meter. His shields were back to normal. One thing caught his eye, and made him gasp, something very unnatural for him to do. "Chief what was that fo-. Those are marines," Cortana said in a supernaturally serious tone. Chief saw eight of them on his radar system. Suddenly one of them faded. He heard a scream and one more yellow dot disappeared from the meter. "No they are executing them," thought Chief. "Hell hasn't hit this place, chief muttered. "Not yet." With that, chief broke out at a sprint towards the captive marines.
Sorry for such a short chapter. I'll write a longer on next time. By the way, this has nothing to do with the Halo: First Strike story line. Don't forget, PLEASE REVIEW!
The image of Cortana flickered and disappeared. "Where's Cortana?" questioned Chief. "She right here' said the prophets voice in his head. Just as Chief was about to take out his pistol and try again to shoot it, a searing pain erupted in his back. Just after the pair of plasma bolt hit him in the back, his shields seared. He had lost a life bar. He was now in the yellow meter. He quickly took out a fragmentation grenade and threw it at the enemies behind him. Without even looking, he picked up his Assault Rifle and fired a half a clip into the Prophet's head. The Prophet froze, dropped Cortana's memory chip, and fell.
He picked it up and ran behind a corner. Next to him was a keypad. As he inserted Cortana into the space in his helmet, he heard a group of reinforcements coming through the hall. "Chief! Press the symbol on the left, the one on the right, and the green button in the middle. Keep holding it down!" After Chief had done this, the door had started to close. He held the green button down. The door was closing, but very slowly. As the group turned the corner he saw that it was a group of Elites. He was taking shots, and the internal siren in his helmet rang. His armor was blackened by now. The closest Elites was a Golden one. As soon as he could he lunged for the door. At that second the door closed. Crunching the bottom half of the Elites body. It was a spectacular thing to see the Elite's face. From anger it turned in shock, then into extreme pain as it tore through him. Chief chuckled as he bent to retrieve the Elite's dropped Plasma Rifle. "I might need this," he muttered.
Cortana's voice broke the silence. "The control room is approximately 300 meters from here." You did a good job landing here." Chief knew that the 300 meters were not going to be easy. He had been in situations, though none worse that this. The chief checked his weapons, and then his HUD. His health was still in the yellow meter. His shields were back to normal. One thing caught his eye, and made him gasp, something very unnatural for him to do. "Chief what was that fo-. Those are marines," Cortana said in a supernaturally serious tone. Chief saw eight of them on his radar system. Suddenly one of them faded. He heard a scream and one more yellow dot disappeared from the meter. "No they are executing them," thought Chief. "Hell hasn't hit this place, chief muttered. "Not yet." With that, chief broke out at a sprint towards the captive marines.
Sorry for such a short chapter. I'll write a longer on next time. By the way, this has nothing to do with the Halo: First Strike story line. Don't forget, PLEASE REVIEW!