Chapter 5: Salvation
Explosions rocked the tunnel as the two Spartans blasted their way through the continuing onslaught of the flood. Grenade after grenade was thrown down the tunnel, rockets blew flood body parts all over the tunnel, and shotgun and laser fire light the unending dark. The flood had almost endless hordes of human combat forms that just kept attacking.
Finally after eight hours of fighting it seemed it was over, they reached the inner sanctum of the flood. There were some of the most powerful of the infections here, covenant, human, and any other creature the flood could infect. By this time the master chief and Kelly were beginning to run low on ammunition again, even though they had been scavenging weapons and ammo from the corpses of the flood. Then they saw it, the monstrous sack that was the flood queen. This is what the entire flood colony had been protecting, they lived as a hive, and if this was destroyed they all would eventually die without her guidance. They dropped several unprimed grenades all around the humungous wriggling mass, shoved some inside, and then walked back to the tunnel. They turned simultaneously the master chief threw a grenade, and Kelly launched a rocket, detonating all of the grenades surrounding the queen. She was killed instantly and the remaining flood went wild, they were attacking each other, and just standing still without any instruction from their leader.
All of the grenades going off at once had caused the tunnel to begin to collapse. The Spartans could survive the collapse, but they couldn't get out if they didn't escape now. They sped down the tunnel with the walls and ceiling collapsing around them. Any flood that were still alive in the tunnels were now dead or dying. The end of the tunnel was just ahead when a large chunk of the ceiling landed on the two Spartans right outside of the exit. The monstrous slab began to shake and then rise as the Spartans amazing strength came into play. Slowly the slab was thrown off and they escaped with only their lives.
When the chief and Kelly returned to the base they were greeted by the hundreds of marines waiting for them. They drove into the compound with the marines cheering wildly for them. Finally after the meager meal they had a report came from admiral Jonathan Birkston on the last inner colony Naval Base not glassed by the covenant, Revolution. The master chief and Kelly were commended for their cleansing of earth, but they had a new mission now. They were to make a heads on assault on the covenant homeworld. They had three ships waiting for them, the pillar of autumn II, the pillar of life, and the pillar of hope. The admiral ordered them to be aboard tomorrow.
"No rest for the weary" Cortana quipped.
The Spartans boarded the massive pillar of hope, an aptly named ship for their mission, and found themselves in a general's suite. The two Spartans were prepared of the cryo sleep and were put in specially adapted cryo-tubes just for their bulky MJOLNIR armor. All the marines were being prepped to be stored in their cryo tubes, except the crew that would be making sure the AI was functioning correctly. They were going to the Beta Centui system, to the covenant homeworld.
SIX MONTHS LATER
As the fog lifted from the cryo tube the chief was being stored in the chief was awaking. His skin burned with the fire of cryo stasis with the heavy MJOLNIR armor. He blinked away the pain and rose from the tube without assistance, startling the cryo technicians. Once out he was told to see Captain Johnston at the bridge. This seemed all too familiar to the chief but he had to go anyway. There was no crisis that the he had to run through but yet he ran to the bridge so he could get to his mission as soon as possible.
Upon reaching the bridge the chief was told he would be the first sent down onto the covenant homeworld, called by the humans Harvest, because of the massive fields that spanned across the planet. The chief had a choice drop in an ODST drop tube with a squad of hell jumpers or take a pelican down with the marines. The chief took the tube; it was faster and had a higher survival rate in hostile territory than the pelicans. He went to the armory to find some weapons to take with him
The armory was filled with dozens of new weapons the chief had never seen before. He took a new, high caliber pistol that was surely the descendant of his original pistol, a new battle rifle that had less ammo than the original assault rifle, but packed more of a punch with a scope, and a plasma sniper stolen and modified from the Ascendant Justice, the ship the chief had commandeered after the destruction of halo. He was ready for drop at 0700 hours; it was currently 0600. The chief went and searched out his squad of ODST's, they were uneasy with the Spartan in their midst's; their uneasiness around them started back when the Spartans were children, they had defeated them and injured their pride in much too many training Sims. One of the ODST's, named Jacob who had drawn the shortest straw, came up to the chief and welcomed him to the squad with a very distasteful look on his face.
Master Chief sat and took care of his weapons and learned how they worked and were loaded, especially the plasma sniper. He went to a storage locker and took ten clips for the battle rifle, twelve for the pistol, and five for the sniper. He was ready to drop. The chief came to the launch bay for the Orbital Drop Tubes and found one specially modified to allow enough space for his new MJOLNIR mk. 6 battle armor. It had been stripped of most of the padding and made slightly larger than most of the normal pods.
There was a muffled whumph, and then the dead quiet of space as the pods were launched. They zoomed through the space to the fields of Harvest. Upon entering the atmosphere the pods burst into bright red flame and tore a path through the sky. After what seemed like an hour to the chief the pods smashed into the rolling fields of the covenant homeworld, the pods hatch blew open and the ODST's and the chief leaped out weapons ready for action. All around them for miles was an endless field of wheat. The fearless ODST's whooped and hollered at another successful drop, but the chief remained still, something wasn't right. He boosted his motion tracker to max range but had no contacts. Then out of the fields came four enormous grey monsters, Brutes, they carried a bandolier of odd stick grenades and a powerful grenade launcher with a menacing blade attached. The marines brought all weapons to bear on the lethal behemoths, which seemed only to infuriate them more. The chief emptied his pistol into on of the larger brutes, seemingly the leader, and finally dropped him with a shot to his neck, severing his head and killing the monster instantly. The other brutes saw their leader die and converged on the Master Chief. He pulled out his battle rifle and fired into the charging trio of brutes. They merely shrugged of the pain the burning lead induced. The marines fired of entire clips of their battle riffles into the brute's backs. Finally the vicious monsters died with a guttural roar. After the battle the marines looked around and saw ten of their squad mates dead and five of others sliced open or with shrapnel wounds. The causalities were enormous for such a small fight. The chief was horrified at the carnage the five brutes had incurred, only four brutes and fifteen dead, he was amazed.
Sorry the chapters have been so short. Please R&R!
Explosions rocked the tunnel as the two Spartans blasted their way through the continuing onslaught of the flood. Grenade after grenade was thrown down the tunnel, rockets blew flood body parts all over the tunnel, and shotgun and laser fire light the unending dark. The flood had almost endless hordes of human combat forms that just kept attacking.
Finally after eight hours of fighting it seemed it was over, they reached the inner sanctum of the flood. There were some of the most powerful of the infections here, covenant, human, and any other creature the flood could infect. By this time the master chief and Kelly were beginning to run low on ammunition again, even though they had been scavenging weapons and ammo from the corpses of the flood. Then they saw it, the monstrous sack that was the flood queen. This is what the entire flood colony had been protecting, they lived as a hive, and if this was destroyed they all would eventually die without her guidance. They dropped several unprimed grenades all around the humungous wriggling mass, shoved some inside, and then walked back to the tunnel. They turned simultaneously the master chief threw a grenade, and Kelly launched a rocket, detonating all of the grenades surrounding the queen. She was killed instantly and the remaining flood went wild, they were attacking each other, and just standing still without any instruction from their leader.
All of the grenades going off at once had caused the tunnel to begin to collapse. The Spartans could survive the collapse, but they couldn't get out if they didn't escape now. They sped down the tunnel with the walls and ceiling collapsing around them. Any flood that were still alive in the tunnels were now dead or dying. The end of the tunnel was just ahead when a large chunk of the ceiling landed on the two Spartans right outside of the exit. The monstrous slab began to shake and then rise as the Spartans amazing strength came into play. Slowly the slab was thrown off and they escaped with only their lives.
When the chief and Kelly returned to the base they were greeted by the hundreds of marines waiting for them. They drove into the compound with the marines cheering wildly for them. Finally after the meager meal they had a report came from admiral Jonathan Birkston on the last inner colony Naval Base not glassed by the covenant, Revolution. The master chief and Kelly were commended for their cleansing of earth, but they had a new mission now. They were to make a heads on assault on the covenant homeworld. They had three ships waiting for them, the pillar of autumn II, the pillar of life, and the pillar of hope. The admiral ordered them to be aboard tomorrow.
"No rest for the weary" Cortana quipped.
The Spartans boarded the massive pillar of hope, an aptly named ship for their mission, and found themselves in a general's suite. The two Spartans were prepared of the cryo sleep and were put in specially adapted cryo-tubes just for their bulky MJOLNIR armor. All the marines were being prepped to be stored in their cryo tubes, except the crew that would be making sure the AI was functioning correctly. They were going to the Beta Centui system, to the covenant homeworld.
SIX MONTHS LATER
As the fog lifted from the cryo tube the chief was being stored in the chief was awaking. His skin burned with the fire of cryo stasis with the heavy MJOLNIR armor. He blinked away the pain and rose from the tube without assistance, startling the cryo technicians. Once out he was told to see Captain Johnston at the bridge. This seemed all too familiar to the chief but he had to go anyway. There was no crisis that the he had to run through but yet he ran to the bridge so he could get to his mission as soon as possible.
Upon reaching the bridge the chief was told he would be the first sent down onto the covenant homeworld, called by the humans Harvest, because of the massive fields that spanned across the planet. The chief had a choice drop in an ODST drop tube with a squad of hell jumpers or take a pelican down with the marines. The chief took the tube; it was faster and had a higher survival rate in hostile territory than the pelicans. He went to the armory to find some weapons to take with him
The armory was filled with dozens of new weapons the chief had never seen before. He took a new, high caliber pistol that was surely the descendant of his original pistol, a new battle rifle that had less ammo than the original assault rifle, but packed more of a punch with a scope, and a plasma sniper stolen and modified from the Ascendant Justice, the ship the chief had commandeered after the destruction of halo. He was ready for drop at 0700 hours; it was currently 0600. The chief went and searched out his squad of ODST's, they were uneasy with the Spartan in their midst's; their uneasiness around them started back when the Spartans were children, they had defeated them and injured their pride in much too many training Sims. One of the ODST's, named Jacob who had drawn the shortest straw, came up to the chief and welcomed him to the squad with a very distasteful look on his face.
Master Chief sat and took care of his weapons and learned how they worked and were loaded, especially the plasma sniper. He went to a storage locker and took ten clips for the battle rifle, twelve for the pistol, and five for the sniper. He was ready to drop. The chief came to the launch bay for the Orbital Drop Tubes and found one specially modified to allow enough space for his new MJOLNIR mk. 6 battle armor. It had been stripped of most of the padding and made slightly larger than most of the normal pods.
There was a muffled whumph, and then the dead quiet of space as the pods were launched. They zoomed through the space to the fields of Harvest. Upon entering the atmosphere the pods burst into bright red flame and tore a path through the sky. After what seemed like an hour to the chief the pods smashed into the rolling fields of the covenant homeworld, the pods hatch blew open and the ODST's and the chief leaped out weapons ready for action. All around them for miles was an endless field of wheat. The fearless ODST's whooped and hollered at another successful drop, but the chief remained still, something wasn't right. He boosted his motion tracker to max range but had no contacts. Then out of the fields came four enormous grey monsters, Brutes, they carried a bandolier of odd stick grenades and a powerful grenade launcher with a menacing blade attached. The marines brought all weapons to bear on the lethal behemoths, which seemed only to infuriate them more. The chief emptied his pistol into on of the larger brutes, seemingly the leader, and finally dropped him with a shot to his neck, severing his head and killing the monster instantly. The other brutes saw their leader die and converged on the Master Chief. He pulled out his battle rifle and fired into the charging trio of brutes. They merely shrugged of the pain the burning lead induced. The marines fired of entire clips of their battle riffles into the brute's backs. Finally the vicious monsters died with a guttural roar. After the battle the marines looked around and saw ten of their squad mates dead and five of others sliced open or with shrapnel wounds. The causalities were enormous for such a small fight. The chief was horrified at the carnage the five brutes had incurred, only four brutes and fifteen dead, he was amazed.
Sorry the chapters have been so short. Please R&R!