Thanks to Zen Lon, Shadowsniper & Br Wells for reviewing. This is my first
try at fanfic so all reviews r appreciated.
I'm on holiday for a week on Friday, but I will have my laptop so expect more in a week.
I think its gonna be longer than I expected cause I've got loads of ideas floating about. (I want to get the Monitor for Halo involved somehow).
Anyway, on with the fun.
Chapter 5
"Put that down, you know I was always a better shot that you!"
Chief turned to see a man wearing MJOLNIR armour silhouetted in the doorway. As he stepped into the room he could see the camouflage pattern of a SPARTAN sniper. "That's no way to address a superior officer!" Chief said jokingly. "Its great to see you Steve, I thought I was the only survivor."
John had known Steve for as long as he could remember. They were in the same Spartan squad, which meant they grew up together, trained together and ate together. Steve was the best shot he had ever seen. He recalled one time they were on the shooting range on Reach and he was throwing coins in the air, three at a time, for Steve to shoot at. He threw sixty coins in the air that day and all sixty hit the ground with a neat, smoking bullet hole in.
"You almost were, I was trapped under a girder for damn near three days before the rescue boys found me, another three weeks in intensive care and one prosthetic hand later and I'm ready for some payback. I also hear you've been having some fun without me, you can tell me about it on the way to the Admiral, we've got an assignment."
The two Spartans thanked Dr. Heinlien and made their way to the bridge with John relating the highlights of the Halo mission, the parasitic aliens called the Flood and 343 Guilty Spark, the monitor of Halo installation four.
Steve spoke up then. "So this Monitor thing said you were at installation four, meaning there's at least three more of these weapons somewhere in the universe."
"Yeah, not a pleasant thought is it?"
"No, but if we could control one it would give us the edge against the Covvies."
Chief thought about this for a second. "No, I think it would be too risky, and anyway we have no idea where the other ones are, if they still exist at all."
At that they arrived at the bridge.
A few heads turned to look as they stomped toward the Admiral but most were busy at their stations.
Admiral Stevenson ushered them over to a holographic representation of Earth. "O.K guys its time to get you deployed. As you probably know the Covvies won't be able to approach Earth on mass because of our orbital gun batteries and missile silos, what we expect is for them to send their best troops to knock these out so their main invasion can begin. This is where you two come in. As you know our largest orbital defence base is in the Artic, you are being sent there to bolster the troops for the first wave of attacks, once the threat has been minimised you will be re-deployed to key areas."
"What have we got when we get there?" Asked the Chief, already thinking of battle strategies.
"The 2nd and 3rd UNSC infantry battalions and the 7th armoured corps. are already deployed in and around the base, they are under the control of General Madison, he's proved his skill and bravery in many campaigns and is a very capable General. "When do we move?"
"As soon as you've loaded a Pelican drop ship with what you need. Though there is one more thing."
"Go on." prompted the Chief.
"Cortana has requested that she goes on the mission with you. UNSC command has authorised the request but the final decision is up to you though."
It was easy for John to decide, without Cortana the destruction of Halo would have been impossible and he almost certainly would have died. "Where can I find her?"
Stevenson motioned towards a comm. terminal. John hit a few buttons and Cortana's holo image appeared before him.
"Hey Chief." Said the synthesised female voice. "Ready to save the world again?"
"That's what I'm here for. You ready?
"Always."
With that, John removed the crystal matrix that held her program and inserted it into the waiting slot in his helmet. A small shudder ran through his body as he felt Cortana checking his life signs and systems. He had to admit, he'd missed her.
Chapter 6
The briefing ended soon after that and the trio were heading for the hanger area to supervise to loading of their ship.
They had got halfway before the alarms started.
#ALL LEVELS BATTLE STATIONS, SLIP-SPACE RIFT DETECTED!!# Blared the tanoy.
John and Steve broke into a jog, hoping it was a friendly craft. Their hope didn't last long.
#ALL LEVELS, COVENANT BATTLE GROUP DETECTED IN SECTION 6351.673.34. ASSUME HOSTILE, REPEAT ASSUME HOSTILE. ATTACK IS AUTHORISED# then, in a break from protocol #GIVE 'EM HELL BOYS!! #
John and Steve were now sprinting headlong towards the hanger bay. People were darting everywhere, aiming guns, sending signals and checking maps. The human race was united against a common enemy and everybody, black, white, young and old were working together to survive. If they were victorious, this day would go down in history.
Flying through the blast doors and nearly scattering half a dozen marines, the Spartans arrived in the hanger bay. A sergeant with plasma burn scars covering half his face ran up to them.
"Your birds ready to go Sir!" pointing to a Pelican ready to deploy. "The pilot Jenkins is one of the best we have!"
An explosion rocked the station and Steve quickly grabbed the sergeant before he fell.
"Good job sergeant and good luck" shouted the Chief as he ran towards the waiting dropship.
"Don't worry about us Sir, we'll show them alien bastards they choose the wrong race to fuck with!"
As they strapped into the Pelican and the ramp closed Chief just heard the sergeant bawling out another soldier. "MOVE IT MARINE, YOU'RE NOT AT PLAYSCHOOL ANYMORE!!" then the loading ramp sealed shut and he felt the familiar lurch as the ship disengaged and dropped into nothingness.
I'm on holiday for a week on Friday, but I will have my laptop so expect more in a week.
I think its gonna be longer than I expected cause I've got loads of ideas floating about. (I want to get the Monitor for Halo involved somehow).
Anyway, on with the fun.
Chapter 5
"Put that down, you know I was always a better shot that you!"
Chief turned to see a man wearing MJOLNIR armour silhouetted in the doorway. As he stepped into the room he could see the camouflage pattern of a SPARTAN sniper. "That's no way to address a superior officer!" Chief said jokingly. "Its great to see you Steve, I thought I was the only survivor."
John had known Steve for as long as he could remember. They were in the same Spartan squad, which meant they grew up together, trained together and ate together. Steve was the best shot he had ever seen. He recalled one time they were on the shooting range on Reach and he was throwing coins in the air, three at a time, for Steve to shoot at. He threw sixty coins in the air that day and all sixty hit the ground with a neat, smoking bullet hole in.
"You almost were, I was trapped under a girder for damn near three days before the rescue boys found me, another three weeks in intensive care and one prosthetic hand later and I'm ready for some payback. I also hear you've been having some fun without me, you can tell me about it on the way to the Admiral, we've got an assignment."
The two Spartans thanked Dr. Heinlien and made their way to the bridge with John relating the highlights of the Halo mission, the parasitic aliens called the Flood and 343 Guilty Spark, the monitor of Halo installation four.
Steve spoke up then. "So this Monitor thing said you were at installation four, meaning there's at least three more of these weapons somewhere in the universe."
"Yeah, not a pleasant thought is it?"
"No, but if we could control one it would give us the edge against the Covvies."
Chief thought about this for a second. "No, I think it would be too risky, and anyway we have no idea where the other ones are, if they still exist at all."
At that they arrived at the bridge.
A few heads turned to look as they stomped toward the Admiral but most were busy at their stations.
Admiral Stevenson ushered them over to a holographic representation of Earth. "O.K guys its time to get you deployed. As you probably know the Covvies won't be able to approach Earth on mass because of our orbital gun batteries and missile silos, what we expect is for them to send their best troops to knock these out so their main invasion can begin. This is where you two come in. As you know our largest orbital defence base is in the Artic, you are being sent there to bolster the troops for the first wave of attacks, once the threat has been minimised you will be re-deployed to key areas."
"What have we got when we get there?" Asked the Chief, already thinking of battle strategies.
"The 2nd and 3rd UNSC infantry battalions and the 7th armoured corps. are already deployed in and around the base, they are under the control of General Madison, he's proved his skill and bravery in many campaigns and is a very capable General. "When do we move?"
"As soon as you've loaded a Pelican drop ship with what you need. Though there is one more thing."
"Go on." prompted the Chief.
"Cortana has requested that she goes on the mission with you. UNSC command has authorised the request but the final decision is up to you though."
It was easy for John to decide, without Cortana the destruction of Halo would have been impossible and he almost certainly would have died. "Where can I find her?"
Stevenson motioned towards a comm. terminal. John hit a few buttons and Cortana's holo image appeared before him.
"Hey Chief." Said the synthesised female voice. "Ready to save the world again?"
"That's what I'm here for. You ready?
"Always."
With that, John removed the crystal matrix that held her program and inserted it into the waiting slot in his helmet. A small shudder ran through his body as he felt Cortana checking his life signs and systems. He had to admit, he'd missed her.
Chapter 6
The briefing ended soon after that and the trio were heading for the hanger area to supervise to loading of their ship.
They had got halfway before the alarms started.
#ALL LEVELS BATTLE STATIONS, SLIP-SPACE RIFT DETECTED!!# Blared the tanoy.
John and Steve broke into a jog, hoping it was a friendly craft. Their hope didn't last long.
#ALL LEVELS, COVENANT BATTLE GROUP DETECTED IN SECTION 6351.673.34. ASSUME HOSTILE, REPEAT ASSUME HOSTILE. ATTACK IS AUTHORISED# then, in a break from protocol #GIVE 'EM HELL BOYS!! #
John and Steve were now sprinting headlong towards the hanger bay. People were darting everywhere, aiming guns, sending signals and checking maps. The human race was united against a common enemy and everybody, black, white, young and old were working together to survive. If they were victorious, this day would go down in history.
Flying through the blast doors and nearly scattering half a dozen marines, the Spartans arrived in the hanger bay. A sergeant with plasma burn scars covering half his face ran up to them.
"Your birds ready to go Sir!" pointing to a Pelican ready to deploy. "The pilot Jenkins is one of the best we have!"
An explosion rocked the station and Steve quickly grabbed the sergeant before he fell.
"Good job sergeant and good luck" shouted the Chief as he ran towards the waiting dropship.
"Don't worry about us Sir, we'll show them alien bastards they choose the wrong race to fuck with!"
As they strapped into the Pelican and the ramp closed Chief just heard the sergeant bawling out another soldier. "MOVE IT MARINE, YOU'RE NOT AT PLAYSCHOOL ANYMORE!!" then the loading ramp sealed shut and he felt the familiar lurch as the ship disengaged and dropped into nothingness.