The Master Chief caught up with his future self, the Sergeant following closely. They reached a pair of thick metal doors, and immediately slowed down. There was very little light inside the generator room, and even the Spartans enhanced vision had trouble making out anything.
"Come on, we have no time to waste." The future Chief said as he walked into the room. There was a hint of excitement in his voice, but his company had no reason to suspect anything, and so followed him inside.
The moment all three were in the room, the doors shut behind them. They were now all enveloped in pitch black. Only the Chiefs motion detector showed anything. Unfortunately, the blast from the fragmentation grenade had destroyed the Master Chiefs lighting system, although why the future Chief didn't activate his light, was a mystery.
Just as the Sergeant was about to ask someone to turn on a light, the future Spartan flicked on his plasma sword. Sensing danger, the Chief mimicked the action – just in time to block a powerful attack from the future Chief.
"What the hell?!?" Shouted out the Sergeant in disbelief, as the two Spartans went head to head. All of a sudden, the Sergeant felt uneasy – and it wasn't that two genetically enhanced super-soldiers were fighting right in front of him, either. It was only his subconscious mind that registered the rows of glinting eyes in the dim blue light of the room.
Sparks of superheated plasma scorched the floor, as the two suited figures battled in the dark, but it was the original Chief who won in the end; knocking the plasma sword out of his future self's hand, he proceeded to ram him against the wall, with spine-crushing force.
The energy shielding system sparked for a few seconds, but it was the shielding system of the Elite behind him that opened up the entire room for a few seconds. Rows of Elites surrounded the room, which, sensing that their cover had been blown, activated their plasma swords one by one. The room was bathed in a soft blue glow, which at least gave the Chief something to work with.
Slowly, the Spartan backed up to the corpse that was the Master Chief's future. Setting aside the questions he had about what had happened, he reached down, grabbed the swords, threw one to the Sergeant, and activated his new one. All at once, the battle started.
The Chief pushed his two swords into the torso of a nearby Elite, pulling one out through it's right shoulder, and bringing it down behind him, through the centre of another Elite's head. He brought his left sword up to block an incoming attack, giving him time to thrust his other 'blade' into the Elite to his right.
Three rushed him from behind, forcing the Chief to turn around and swipe the superheated plasma through the first Elite, before the second blocked this attack, brought it's sword above it's head, and brought it down with deadly accuracy.
Fortunately, though, the Chief had stepped to the right, turned, and brought his sword through the second Elite's right arm, tearing through various ligaments and assorted muscles, before scissoring the final Elite with the two swords and kicking in the 'face' of the second Elite, killing it instantly.
The two more Elites came in, but where smart enough to stay out of range of the Spartan. Slowly moving in, they backed the Spartan into the middle of the room, where he met the Sergeant, heavily bleeding, but still alive. The Elites had formed a full circle around the pair, in which a small gap appeared. Through it walked a Platinum Elite, which held two plasma swords itself.
"Deactivate your weapon." It said, in a low voice, filled with hatred and spite. This green-suited figure had killed one of its ancestors years ago, in the unacceptable loss that was Halo. Copying the last words caught over the radio before its ancestor was killed, it said "Your destruction is the still will of the Gods, and we are still their instrument."
"I've heard that one before" mumbled the Spartan under his breath, but deactivated both swords all the same. The Sergeant did the same. Complying with the Elite's demands would buy him some time.
"Now, you die." The Elite said, walking slowly to the centre.
"Come on!!" said the figure, willing himself to go even faster than he was already going. Time was running out, and he still had a fair bit of ground to cover. He flicked a switch on the swords handle. Now, it glowed red, instead of blue.
"Cortana, a little help would be nice round about now..." Said the Spartan, hoping his faithful AI had some suggestions.
"Well, I could increase the power to your battle suits shielding, but it would short out after a few seconds. Alternately, you could reactivate your plasma swords, and do what you do best, Chief."
"I'll take that as a complement" mused the Spartan, as he reactivated both of his swords, throwing one behind him, skewering three Elite's in the process.
Now it was the Sergeants turn to help – noticing a large cluster of Elite's charging towards him, he activated his plasma sword, and pulled a dark green orb out of one of his grenade pouches, pulled the pin, and threw it. Diving backwards, he yelled "Fire in the hole!!!", ensuring the plasma sword would keep his path clean.
The resulting explosion shook the area, and tore through several bodies. Purple blood splashed everywhere, alerting the Covenant team to the Sergeants existence. While the rest of the Elite's got to work on the Master Chief, who's sword was rapidly depleting, the leader walked up to the Sergeant.
"You would have made a worthy warrior, had you not been human." It spoke to him, before picking him up in one hand, and throwing him across the room, into the far wall. It seemed to glide over to the Sergeant, the platinum-coloured armour appearing to shimmer in the dim light that was provided."
"You have fought like a warrior. But you shall not die like one." The Elite raised its plasma sword, until it was right at the edge of the Sergeants arm, the intense heat of the sword smouldering his skin.
"No; you shall pray for your death. It is no more than a creature such as yourself deserves."
The Spartan turned to see what was happening, tried to get closer to the Sergeant to help him, but the swarm of Elite's was overwhelming. He had no choice but to keep fighting.
There it was: a big door, with the muffled sound of fighting behind it. There was only a small crack separating them, but with his intense strength, he was able to prise them open slowly. The fighting inside was so heavy, that none of the enemy seemed to sense his presence. While the Master Chief struggled with the Elite's piling into him, it was the grunts of pain from the Sergeant that drew his attention. Slipping behind the major confusion, the character crept up behind the leading Elite, drew up his red Plasma sword, and swiped it clean through the fowl creature's gut.
The Elite fell to the floor, its sword deactivating automatically. He turned around, and did the same to four of the Elite's attacking the Master Chief. He skewered another two, when his sword begun to throb quickly. Picking up a second sword, he deactivated the first, and continued his bloodshed.
Soon, with the Spartans help, the entire ambush group had been dispatched.
Silence filled the air, as the Chief tried to figure out what had happened; the character standing in front of him seemed remarkably familiar, but, he had killed him just minutes ago. It was the future Chief…
Sorry it's taken sooo long for me to write this chapter. It's longer than I had intended, and I haven't even gotten to the interesting (well, in my eyes, anyway :P) part. Exams and everything have been in the way, and inspiration seems so hard to come by, these days. Oh well. I leave you now, with the hope that you might review my chapter, and that chapter 9 shouldn't be out too long from now, although I don't promise anything. I write as and when I feel like it, which isn't often, unfortunately. Until next time...
Oh, and thanks to whomever didn't feel like logging in (:P), for the typo. I hadn't seen that, and Word hadn't picked it up, either. Thanks for nothing, Microsoft!!! :P Well, apart from the Xbox, Halo, PC's, NOT Windows, mainly ME, 2000, XP, etc. I still stand by my belief that the best MS OS, apart from DOS, is 98SE. But, I side-track. Thanks to all who reviewed my chapters, etc, etc. Bye:P