Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, as stated in all previous
chapters, and other chapters to come.
A/N: To let you all know, I have read and own all three Halo Novels, which would be "The Fall of Reach", "The Flood" and "First Strike". I know the whole story. I'm just about the biggest Halo fan you can possibly be. Just to let you know.
Best of the Best Chapter 19: The Apology
"How is the time traveling device coming?" asked Muka 'Mazamee, one of the chief Elites in the Covenant army. The Covenant had now begun working on a time travel machine of their own. Muka looked through the files that his team retrieved from UNSC HQ. "Humans from their past. We can put a stop to this." Grunts and Jackals ran around frantically gathering pieces for the giant machine, which looked big enough to hold a full squadron of 500 Elites, Jackals and Grunts. Sparks flew in the air as the Covenant somewhat resembled bees in the nest.
"Not much longer now, your excellence..." said Miyap, a Major Grunt. "Keep this up and only a few more days..."
"We may not have a few more days!" Muka exclaimed. "Team Omega is on their way. With that human leading them, the one with armor like our own, it is not guaranteed we can stop them. We need this machine done as soon as possible."
"Keep his head tilted back..." Samus said to Tommy Vercetti, the two of whom were carrying Officer Jack Slate by the shoulders. Severe cuts on his chest secreted blood. The Master Chief kept on making sudden turns to look at him, and Samus was wondering why. "Raynor, wanna help me out for a sec?"
"Sure thing there, girl." Captain Raynor said, taking Samus' place holding Slate up.
The Chief and Sgt. Johnson were carrying Agent 47 by the shoulders. Samus went up to him and opened a private channel. "I don't know how much longer Jack will last unless we get him some medical treatment, or biofoam at least. Why to you keep checking him?"
"He could be infected." The chief said. "I need to make sure he isn't. I know the early signs of infection. Make sure his blood stays red. If you notice anything not normal, we have to kill him."
"Alright, Chief." Samus said. But she knew that she wouldn't be able to kill one of her own teammates.
The team came to a fork in the road, two different hallways leading to two different bridges. "Should we split up?" Max said.
"We're going to have to, to find the energy beacon." The chief stood in front of Team Omega. "Look, I never said that we were all going to make it out of this alive. But you are all heroes. You've proven it in your time as well as this one. So when we find that energy beacon, we're gonna send those Covenant bastards to hell, and then try to get off this god damned ring." The rest of the team cheered. "I'll take Slate, Samus, Payne & Johnson. Raynor, you're taking Crono, Marle, Lucca, 47 and Tommy. Good luck, and keep radios open." The team split up.
The Chief and his team followed the hallway onto a bridge on the exterior. Artificial snow gently fell on the ground. This motion tracker suddenly picked up three large objects.
"Banshees! Get down!" The chief yelled. His team dove to the floor. The sound of banshees flying over their heads could be heard clearly. Plasma bolts hit the bridge. The chief got up on one knee and aimed his assault rifle at the closest banshee and fired. Samus placed Slate on the ground of the bridge and fired at the banshees as well, as did Max and the Serge. As one banshee swooped down, the Chief tossed a grenade just in time to catch the side of the wing with it. The banshee flew frantically for a few second until the grenade detonated and disintegrated the craft.
"Chief, we got a problem!" Sergeant Johnson said. "It's Slate!" The chief glanced at him. He was regurgitating blood. Payne and Johnson continued fire on the other two banshees. One came down and landed on the bridge, and the entire thing shook. The other retreated.
The chief picked Slate up on his shoulders and carried him across the bridge into the next room. Samus followed him. "He's infected..." he told her.
"Chief! He's back with some friends!" Johnson yelled from the bridge. Two more banshees followed a Covie drop ship.
"I need to help them." The Master Chief said. "You need to kill him." He ran back out to the bridge. She looked down at Slate, convulsing as the blood that was once red had not transformed into a pale greenish color. His skin, also, had lost its color. She cocked her cannon and looked at the poor soul. She aimed and closed her eyes. Suddenly, something hard hit her in the back and knocked her flat on her face. She flipped on her back, and saw what it was. It was a Flood human combat form. It was Kang. She looked at him in terror, and then glanced over to Slate. Slate groaned in pain, as his limbs grew long and limp. He stood up on his two feet, or appendages, and looked at Samus.
"Guys, it's me...Samus. Please...we'll get you back to HQ, it'll all be fine." They didn't understand her. They were no longer human. Team Omega had failed to stay as a team.
The two former humans looked at one another, puzzled. Samus made her way back to her feet, only to be struck on the head by Slate, the one she had been carrying for the last few hours. She stumbled back into the door that lead back onto the bridge, but the door didn't open. She turned and faced the two Flood who were closing in on her. She pressed a button on her arm cannon and aimed.
"I'm sorry..."
A/N: To let you all know, I have read and own all three Halo Novels, which would be "The Fall of Reach", "The Flood" and "First Strike". I know the whole story. I'm just about the biggest Halo fan you can possibly be. Just to let you know.
Best of the Best Chapter 19: The Apology
"How is the time traveling device coming?" asked Muka 'Mazamee, one of the chief Elites in the Covenant army. The Covenant had now begun working on a time travel machine of their own. Muka looked through the files that his team retrieved from UNSC HQ. "Humans from their past. We can put a stop to this." Grunts and Jackals ran around frantically gathering pieces for the giant machine, which looked big enough to hold a full squadron of 500 Elites, Jackals and Grunts. Sparks flew in the air as the Covenant somewhat resembled bees in the nest.
"Not much longer now, your excellence..." said Miyap, a Major Grunt. "Keep this up and only a few more days..."
"We may not have a few more days!" Muka exclaimed. "Team Omega is on their way. With that human leading them, the one with armor like our own, it is not guaranteed we can stop them. We need this machine done as soon as possible."
"Keep his head tilted back..." Samus said to Tommy Vercetti, the two of whom were carrying Officer Jack Slate by the shoulders. Severe cuts on his chest secreted blood. The Master Chief kept on making sudden turns to look at him, and Samus was wondering why. "Raynor, wanna help me out for a sec?"
"Sure thing there, girl." Captain Raynor said, taking Samus' place holding Slate up.
The Chief and Sgt. Johnson were carrying Agent 47 by the shoulders. Samus went up to him and opened a private channel. "I don't know how much longer Jack will last unless we get him some medical treatment, or biofoam at least. Why to you keep checking him?"
"He could be infected." The chief said. "I need to make sure he isn't. I know the early signs of infection. Make sure his blood stays red. If you notice anything not normal, we have to kill him."
"Alright, Chief." Samus said. But she knew that she wouldn't be able to kill one of her own teammates.
The team came to a fork in the road, two different hallways leading to two different bridges. "Should we split up?" Max said.
"We're going to have to, to find the energy beacon." The chief stood in front of Team Omega. "Look, I never said that we were all going to make it out of this alive. But you are all heroes. You've proven it in your time as well as this one. So when we find that energy beacon, we're gonna send those Covenant bastards to hell, and then try to get off this god damned ring." The rest of the team cheered. "I'll take Slate, Samus, Payne & Johnson. Raynor, you're taking Crono, Marle, Lucca, 47 and Tommy. Good luck, and keep radios open." The team split up.
The Chief and his team followed the hallway onto a bridge on the exterior. Artificial snow gently fell on the ground. This motion tracker suddenly picked up three large objects.
"Banshees! Get down!" The chief yelled. His team dove to the floor. The sound of banshees flying over their heads could be heard clearly. Plasma bolts hit the bridge. The chief got up on one knee and aimed his assault rifle at the closest banshee and fired. Samus placed Slate on the ground of the bridge and fired at the banshees as well, as did Max and the Serge. As one banshee swooped down, the Chief tossed a grenade just in time to catch the side of the wing with it. The banshee flew frantically for a few second until the grenade detonated and disintegrated the craft.
"Chief, we got a problem!" Sergeant Johnson said. "It's Slate!" The chief glanced at him. He was regurgitating blood. Payne and Johnson continued fire on the other two banshees. One came down and landed on the bridge, and the entire thing shook. The other retreated.
The chief picked Slate up on his shoulders and carried him across the bridge into the next room. Samus followed him. "He's infected..." he told her.
"Chief! He's back with some friends!" Johnson yelled from the bridge. Two more banshees followed a Covie drop ship.
"I need to help them." The Master Chief said. "You need to kill him." He ran back out to the bridge. She looked down at Slate, convulsing as the blood that was once red had not transformed into a pale greenish color. His skin, also, had lost its color. She cocked her cannon and looked at the poor soul. She aimed and closed her eyes. Suddenly, something hard hit her in the back and knocked her flat on her face. She flipped on her back, and saw what it was. It was a Flood human combat form. It was Kang. She looked at him in terror, and then glanced over to Slate. Slate groaned in pain, as his limbs grew long and limp. He stood up on his two feet, or appendages, and looked at Samus.
"Guys, it's me...Samus. Please...we'll get you back to HQ, it'll all be fine." They didn't understand her. They were no longer human. Team Omega had failed to stay as a team.
The two former humans looked at one another, puzzled. Samus made her way back to her feet, only to be struck on the head by Slate, the one she had been carrying for the last few hours. She stumbled back into the door that lead back onto the bridge, but the door didn't open. She turned and faced the two Flood who were closing in on her. She pressed a button on her arm cannon and aimed.
"I'm sorry..."