Chapter 2: Brute Force
One month, two weeks till Spartan2b arrivals.
Even with the scorpions and reinforcements the Covenant installation took almost two weeks to take, but was close to ending with a human victory. The only eerie thing was that the Covenant were fighting as if they had a secret. The chief had very little sleep but was acting as if he had slept for 20 hours each day. Looking around he noticed that the marines weren't moving on to ground that was ripped from the Covenant. Frustrated at the stupidity of the marines. He jumped out of the small foxhole he was having a nap just five minutes ago and yelled at the marines. "You need to move forward when you have secured an area immediately, the Covenant will want it back!" Hearing this almost all of the marines jumped out of the foxholes and in to the blood and gore covered ground. Plasma shots rained down on the marines. One marine stopped to grab the dog tags of a fellow soldier and was hit in the head. Where his head used to be was now a bloody stump. The chief turned around knowing that he couldn't do anything. Running ahead the chief didn't even bother to aim his rifle, he lowered it on the Covenant on the ground and unloaded ammo clip after ammo clip into the mob. Blood of all colors flew against the wall. One or two shots got off but did no damage. The chief now focused on the Covenant on top of the wall. Three Grunts were on the wall with fuel rod cannons aimed at him. He sprinted to a nearby rock and loaded a new clip. Remembering that his pistol could scope he pulled it out and aimed. He got the closest Grunt in his sights and fired. The head exploded in a spray of brain matter and blood. He aimed at the stunned Grunt next to him and put a round in its throat. Dropping the cannon the Grunt tried to stop the blood geyser but it was futile. The third Grunt fired the cannon and started to recharge trying to get one more shot in. The plasma round hit the rock and obliterated it in a million pieces. The chief grabbed a frag and tossed it into the compound hoping to hit something good. A large flash followed by a loud boom and a wave of shrapnel came from the grenade. Sure enough he hit the power generator. The lights all around him blinked and went out. Good, night, I can get much closer now, he thought. The chief crouched down and headed for the main door. The Elites on top were in utter chaos, knowing that the most powerful soldier they had ever seen was heading towards them was frightening, but if the other troops betrayed them to surrender, that would be hell. The chief was about to palm the control panel when he heard a loud roar. Thinking that it was a Hunter he leaned up against the wall so he could put a well-placed grenade on it's back. The door opened but nothing came out for at least a minute. Then suddenly a small, round, blue shot came out from the dark corridor. The shot hit a marine square in the chest and blew almost his entire abdomen into the atmosphere. The chief primed a frag and held the handle. Thinking that he heard some steps he tossed the grenade into the doorway. The grenade went off but he heard a loud roar that didn't sound like a Hunter. Knowing he'd have to eventually take the creature on he primed his pistol because of the larger rounds. One.Two.Three Now! The chief swung around and leveled the pistol at where he thought where the head should be. He yanked the trigger back and unloaded round after round into the dark silhouette he saw. The rounds bounced off something metallic to his dismay. Hearing a loud snarl he stepped back around pressed up against the wall again. "Cortana, do you know what the hell that is?" "Not a clue," she replied "Probably a different kind of Hunter, but don't take my word for it." Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway. The chief turned on his helmet lights and was about to take the beast on when it emerged form it's hiding. Standing close to nine feet tall was an ape like creature. On its shoulders were two purple plates. It had a metal plate on the top of its head. It held a plasma shotgun with a large scythe on the back. Crossing on its chest were two metal straps connecting to its belt, on its belt though were portable explosive charges. The beast surveyed its surroundings before letting out an earsplitting roar revealing a set of very sharp teeth. Trying to be able to sneak up on the beast the chief stayed as still as possible. "Ah, that's what that is, a Brute." "A Brute?" "Yes, there have been some reports of these guys but nothing conclusive, like ghosts on the battlefield." "How do you beat it?" "Brute force," she replied. The chief smiled at Cortana's pun. Leveling his rifle at the exposed part of his head he was going to put a full ammo clip into its brain. But the Brute heard the clicking of the rifle and turned to face him. Swinging his rifle he hit the Brute square in the forehead. Purple blood trailed down from its lips and forehead. The Brute was dazed enough that the chief could put some distance between him and it. Roaring the Brute covered the distance in three bounds. The Brute swung the gun trying to decapitate the chief. The blade made SSSSHHHHIIIINNNNGGG sound as it missed the chief by inches. The chief was about to turn and get near the rocketeers but tripped on a stone. He fell to the ground and saw the barrel of the shotgun pointed at his face.
One month, two weeks till Spartan2b arrivals.
Even with the scorpions and reinforcements the Covenant installation took almost two weeks to take, but was close to ending with a human victory. The only eerie thing was that the Covenant were fighting as if they had a secret. The chief had very little sleep but was acting as if he had slept for 20 hours each day. Looking around he noticed that the marines weren't moving on to ground that was ripped from the Covenant. Frustrated at the stupidity of the marines. He jumped out of the small foxhole he was having a nap just five minutes ago and yelled at the marines. "You need to move forward when you have secured an area immediately, the Covenant will want it back!" Hearing this almost all of the marines jumped out of the foxholes and in to the blood and gore covered ground. Plasma shots rained down on the marines. One marine stopped to grab the dog tags of a fellow soldier and was hit in the head. Where his head used to be was now a bloody stump. The chief turned around knowing that he couldn't do anything. Running ahead the chief didn't even bother to aim his rifle, he lowered it on the Covenant on the ground and unloaded ammo clip after ammo clip into the mob. Blood of all colors flew against the wall. One or two shots got off but did no damage. The chief now focused on the Covenant on top of the wall. Three Grunts were on the wall with fuel rod cannons aimed at him. He sprinted to a nearby rock and loaded a new clip. Remembering that his pistol could scope he pulled it out and aimed. He got the closest Grunt in his sights and fired. The head exploded in a spray of brain matter and blood. He aimed at the stunned Grunt next to him and put a round in its throat. Dropping the cannon the Grunt tried to stop the blood geyser but it was futile. The third Grunt fired the cannon and started to recharge trying to get one more shot in. The plasma round hit the rock and obliterated it in a million pieces. The chief grabbed a frag and tossed it into the compound hoping to hit something good. A large flash followed by a loud boom and a wave of shrapnel came from the grenade. Sure enough he hit the power generator. The lights all around him blinked and went out. Good, night, I can get much closer now, he thought. The chief crouched down and headed for the main door. The Elites on top were in utter chaos, knowing that the most powerful soldier they had ever seen was heading towards them was frightening, but if the other troops betrayed them to surrender, that would be hell. The chief was about to palm the control panel when he heard a loud roar. Thinking that it was a Hunter he leaned up against the wall so he could put a well-placed grenade on it's back. The door opened but nothing came out for at least a minute. Then suddenly a small, round, blue shot came out from the dark corridor. The shot hit a marine square in the chest and blew almost his entire abdomen into the atmosphere. The chief primed a frag and held the handle. Thinking that he heard some steps he tossed the grenade into the doorway. The grenade went off but he heard a loud roar that didn't sound like a Hunter. Knowing he'd have to eventually take the creature on he primed his pistol because of the larger rounds. One.Two.Three Now! The chief swung around and leveled the pistol at where he thought where the head should be. He yanked the trigger back and unloaded round after round into the dark silhouette he saw. The rounds bounced off something metallic to his dismay. Hearing a loud snarl he stepped back around pressed up against the wall again. "Cortana, do you know what the hell that is?" "Not a clue," she replied "Probably a different kind of Hunter, but don't take my word for it." Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway. The chief turned on his helmet lights and was about to take the beast on when it emerged form it's hiding. Standing close to nine feet tall was an ape like creature. On its shoulders were two purple plates. It had a metal plate on the top of its head. It held a plasma shotgun with a large scythe on the back. Crossing on its chest were two metal straps connecting to its belt, on its belt though were portable explosive charges. The beast surveyed its surroundings before letting out an earsplitting roar revealing a set of very sharp teeth. Trying to be able to sneak up on the beast the chief stayed as still as possible. "Ah, that's what that is, a Brute." "A Brute?" "Yes, there have been some reports of these guys but nothing conclusive, like ghosts on the battlefield." "How do you beat it?" "Brute force," she replied. The chief smiled at Cortana's pun. Leveling his rifle at the exposed part of his head he was going to put a full ammo clip into its brain. But the Brute heard the clicking of the rifle and turned to face him. Swinging his rifle he hit the Brute square in the forehead. Purple blood trailed down from its lips and forehead. The Brute was dazed enough that the chief could put some distance between him and it. Roaring the Brute covered the distance in three bounds. The Brute swung the gun trying to decapitate the chief. The blade made SSSSHHHHIIIINNNNGGG sound as it missed the chief by inches. The chief was about to turn and get near the rocketeers but tripped on a stone. He fell to the ground and saw the barrel of the shotgun pointed at his face.