Disclaimer: Everything seen in Bungie's HALO series is © Bungie 2001-
present. Everything not seen (including characters and such) is © Jon Smith
2003 – present.
::::Authors Note::::
Humph, I made a typo in the last Authors Note. I am FOURTEEN (got it right ;)), not 13. OK? Now, this is where the story really begins...and it begins with a mind-racking puzzle!
Anyways....so it begins!!
BTW: I HIGHLY recommend Obsidian13's "Rebellion: The Grunt Wars" as it VERY professional and not too dark for you younger readers!
Jon out.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Chapter III
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:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 686 Innocent Flame
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"Halo 666 is down master!" cried a voice in a light, robotic tone. Suddenly, a blinding light blue light emerged from the darkest corner of the room and came flying to the centre, shedding a faint glow on a hideous creatures' face.
"Young 343 failed? Did he survive?" came a shrill voice from the creature. It's huge, stained teeth protruded from a slit in the lower regions of his face – it looked like a distorted mouth. 'Master' looked up at the blue light and let his eyes adjust. He saw a small, spherical object floating, with a little blue light on its frontal main area.
"Unconfirmed," replied the machine. It floated over to a huge machine at the back of the room, and looked at a smallish (in comparison to the machine) screen. "Object: 343 Guilty Spark; Operation: Functionality," said the robot. It came up with a flashing blue screen with some Alien language written on it – 'BSCQPXM'. Soon it came up with 'KXTXSGX'. "Unknown, sir."
"Hm. 686, you are my must trusted, and best, creation out of the 1000 or so. You control our main Halo but I need you to move to Halo 888. Out of our 2985 Halo's, that one is the only one that isn't under Flood Control. The Covenant have overrun us, with as many as 200,000 of them. The Flood have been locked underground, and Covenant are developing a bomb that could destroy the whole of the Halo. We need you to unlock all of the doors and WIPE OUT THOSE Covenant! All 200,000 of them!"
"Master – that will be impossible! With the 100,000 or so on the smallest of the Halos – it is irrelevant!" retaliated 686.
"Do as I say, Innocent Flame. Before I send you off on your...your....errand, you must take me to the remains of 666. Surely there, we will find out about 343. Please, I do not want to destroy you 686 – I do not!" cried the monster.
"Yes, yes, Master Vorharealin!"
--- ---
There was a large rumbling coming from the planet that Fire Team Mercury had landed on. The Pelicans door closed as Sarge entered the rings atmosphere and Sarge looked in the monitor that showed what was at the rear of the Pelican. "Chief ain't gonna be there much longer!" he said over the intercom.
"Sir, permission to speak?" said Toey. Sarge swivelled round the chair and nodded. "What do you mean sir?"
"Turn you internal binocs to Movie mode privates!" said Sarge as he flicked a switch to his right before swivelling around and taking control of the ship again. "See, the planets blowing up!"
"Holy shit, Sarge! Chief was our Battalions' only Mark V!" cried James. Sarge nodded and looked up the co-ordinates for the SPARTANs nearest Battle Ship – over 1000 miles away.
"Men, we're in for a long journey!"
--- ---
"Chief, I'm picking up life signals only 100 or so miles away from here!" shouted Cortana. Chief sat up and placed his helmet back on, taking note of Cortana's info-less warning. Almost immediately, the Longsword burst into full speed, heading straight for a tiny green dot, only now visible to Master Chief.
--- ---
"Damn Pelican! WAIT! What the hell is that!?!" cried Sarge. He saw a Longsword flying in from his right. "CHIEF?!?" wondered Sarge as he fiddled with some buttons to make contact with the ship. "Come in..." Sarge strained his eyes to see the ships code, "Longsword 97817!"
"This is Cortana, aboard Longsword 97817, do you copy?" said Cortana over the radio. Sarge smiled.
"Yes, ma'am! Preparing to board?" asked Sarge as he stuck the Pelican into "Speed: none". He got up and turned to his men. "Chief and Cortana are approaching, get ready to board!"
"Yessir!" they cried in chorus, one or two sighs of relief among the wooping.
"Sargeant McMiller, hold tight! I'm moving in!" said Cortana as the Longsword pulled closer to the Pelican. "Oxygen masks on Sargeant?"
"You heard her, men! Get those masks on and move, move, MOVE!" said Sarge as he pulled a mask on himself, before grabbing his MA5B and heading out into Space, running into the open bayed Longsword.
--- ---
The Pelican was attached to the Longsword as it sped through space, destination: Earth. "Scanning for Covenant Ships," reported Cortana. Master Chief nodded.
"Sargeant, tell your men to get their Assault Rifle's ready, and discard their pistols for extra Frag Grenades," said Master Chief. Sarge nodded and turned to his men.
"You heard what he said! Ready your rifles, get your ammo together, ditch your pistols and get some nades! MOVE IT!"
"Um, Chief – I got bad news, but some pretty good news that goes with it too," whispered Cortana. Chief grunted as if telling her to go on. "Well, I see 2 Covenant dropships approaching us from behind. We'll HAVE to take'em out, but our rail gun is too weak!"
"How far away?"
"50 or so miles," replied a worried Cortana. Chief bowed his head, deep in thought. "We CANNOT lead them to Earth!"
"I know, I'm not as stupid as you think Cortana," remarked Master Chief. "We're pretty much screwed," he said minutes later.
"Unless...maybe that'd work!!" cried Cortana as if Chief's last comment was never even spoken. "Yes, it would!"
"Calm down – what would work?" said Chief in his toneless, calm voice. Cortana popped up out of the holographic projector. "Hi."
"What we need to do, is to make use of the Pelican!" cried Cortana. Chief raised his head to look at Cortana.
"Number one. The Pelican is weaker than this Longsword. Number two. It can't hold all our ammo and guns, plus 7 people!" Chief shot down Cortana's theory.
"Chief – it will work. With a consequence," replied Cortana with a lowered voice. Chief stared at Cortana. "We need to sacrifice one of...us..."
Chief stared at the floor and thought for awhile. "I'll go."
NEXT CHAPTER:
What happens? Longer – better – slower – stronger....
::::Authors Note::::
Humph, I made a typo in the last Authors Note. I am FOURTEEN (got it right ;)), not 13. OK? Now, this is where the story really begins...and it begins with a mind-racking puzzle!
Anyways....so it begins!!
BTW: I HIGHLY recommend Obsidian13's "Rebellion: The Grunt Wars" as it VERY professional and not too dark for you younger readers!
Jon out.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Chapter III
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 686 Innocent Flame
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Halo 666 is down master!" cried a voice in a light, robotic tone. Suddenly, a blinding light blue light emerged from the darkest corner of the room and came flying to the centre, shedding a faint glow on a hideous creatures' face.
"Young 343 failed? Did he survive?" came a shrill voice from the creature. It's huge, stained teeth protruded from a slit in the lower regions of his face – it looked like a distorted mouth. 'Master' looked up at the blue light and let his eyes adjust. He saw a small, spherical object floating, with a little blue light on its frontal main area.
"Unconfirmed," replied the machine. It floated over to a huge machine at the back of the room, and looked at a smallish (in comparison to the machine) screen. "Object: 343 Guilty Spark; Operation: Functionality," said the robot. It came up with a flashing blue screen with some Alien language written on it – 'BSCQPXM'. Soon it came up with 'KXTXSGX'. "Unknown, sir."
"Hm. 686, you are my must trusted, and best, creation out of the 1000 or so. You control our main Halo but I need you to move to Halo 888. Out of our 2985 Halo's, that one is the only one that isn't under Flood Control. The Covenant have overrun us, with as many as 200,000 of them. The Flood have been locked underground, and Covenant are developing a bomb that could destroy the whole of the Halo. We need you to unlock all of the doors and WIPE OUT THOSE Covenant! All 200,000 of them!"
"Master – that will be impossible! With the 100,000 or so on the smallest of the Halos – it is irrelevant!" retaliated 686.
"Do as I say, Innocent Flame. Before I send you off on your...your....errand, you must take me to the remains of 666. Surely there, we will find out about 343. Please, I do not want to destroy you 686 – I do not!" cried the monster.
"Yes, yes, Master Vorharealin!"
--- ---
There was a large rumbling coming from the planet that Fire Team Mercury had landed on. The Pelicans door closed as Sarge entered the rings atmosphere and Sarge looked in the monitor that showed what was at the rear of the Pelican. "Chief ain't gonna be there much longer!" he said over the intercom.
"Sir, permission to speak?" said Toey. Sarge swivelled round the chair and nodded. "What do you mean sir?"
"Turn you internal binocs to Movie mode privates!" said Sarge as he flicked a switch to his right before swivelling around and taking control of the ship again. "See, the planets blowing up!"
"Holy shit, Sarge! Chief was our Battalions' only Mark V!" cried James. Sarge nodded and looked up the co-ordinates for the SPARTANs nearest Battle Ship – over 1000 miles away.
"Men, we're in for a long journey!"
--- ---
"Chief, I'm picking up life signals only 100 or so miles away from here!" shouted Cortana. Chief sat up and placed his helmet back on, taking note of Cortana's info-less warning. Almost immediately, the Longsword burst into full speed, heading straight for a tiny green dot, only now visible to Master Chief.
--- ---
"Damn Pelican! WAIT! What the hell is that!?!" cried Sarge. He saw a Longsword flying in from his right. "CHIEF?!?" wondered Sarge as he fiddled with some buttons to make contact with the ship. "Come in..." Sarge strained his eyes to see the ships code, "Longsword 97817!"
"This is Cortana, aboard Longsword 97817, do you copy?" said Cortana over the radio. Sarge smiled.
"Yes, ma'am! Preparing to board?" asked Sarge as he stuck the Pelican into "Speed: none". He got up and turned to his men. "Chief and Cortana are approaching, get ready to board!"
"Yessir!" they cried in chorus, one or two sighs of relief among the wooping.
"Sargeant McMiller, hold tight! I'm moving in!" said Cortana as the Longsword pulled closer to the Pelican. "Oxygen masks on Sargeant?"
"You heard her, men! Get those masks on and move, move, MOVE!" said Sarge as he pulled a mask on himself, before grabbing his MA5B and heading out into Space, running into the open bayed Longsword.
--- ---
The Pelican was attached to the Longsword as it sped through space, destination: Earth. "Scanning for Covenant Ships," reported Cortana. Master Chief nodded.
"Sargeant, tell your men to get their Assault Rifle's ready, and discard their pistols for extra Frag Grenades," said Master Chief. Sarge nodded and turned to his men.
"You heard what he said! Ready your rifles, get your ammo together, ditch your pistols and get some nades! MOVE IT!"
"Um, Chief – I got bad news, but some pretty good news that goes with it too," whispered Cortana. Chief grunted as if telling her to go on. "Well, I see 2 Covenant dropships approaching us from behind. We'll HAVE to take'em out, but our rail gun is too weak!"
"How far away?"
"50 or so miles," replied a worried Cortana. Chief bowed his head, deep in thought. "We CANNOT lead them to Earth!"
"I know, I'm not as stupid as you think Cortana," remarked Master Chief. "We're pretty much screwed," he said minutes later.
"Unless...maybe that'd work!!" cried Cortana as if Chief's last comment was never even spoken. "Yes, it would!"
"Calm down – what would work?" said Chief in his toneless, calm voice. Cortana popped up out of the holographic projector. "Hi."
"What we need to do, is to make use of the Pelican!" cried Cortana. Chief raised his head to look at Cortana.
"Number one. The Pelican is weaker than this Longsword. Number two. It can't hold all our ammo and guns, plus 7 people!" Chief shot down Cortana's theory.
"Chief – it will work. With a consequence," replied Cortana with a lowered voice. Chief stared at Cortana. "We need to sacrifice one of...us..."
Chief stared at the floor and thought for awhile. "I'll go."
NEXT CHAPTER:
What happens? Longer – better – slower – stronger....