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Really sorry for not updating for so long, had some problems, did some moving around and it took me a while to set up my internet connection.
Last time on "The Escape"
A warthog was moving through and they were shooting bodies to make sure they were all dead. All of a sudden the warthog stopped and started to shoot at the chief. He quickly dodged it and yelled, "Hey! Friendly fire, asshole!" the bullets stopped and the warthog slowly approached me. The gunner jumped off, "Sorry about that, we thought you were operating from a pelican so we didn't think any human would be here." The chief sighed, "We were shot down. Can you drive me somewhere were I can call for extraction?" the driver snorted, "We can't leave the battlefield until all covenant are neutralized. But if you could help us it would be great." The chief pried a plasma rifle from a covenant's dead body, "fine, but I call shotgun" he said smiling.
The warthog sliced through the bodies, and the gunner fired whenever he thought he saw something move, or whenever he felt like it. The chief found the gun very annoying and he especially hated how the bones crunched under the tires and the dead cold eyes of the men lying on the ground stared at him. He never liked watching these gruesome battles. But this didn't seem like any ordinary battle. Dead men on the ground were as common as the blades of grass beneath them. The chief had known some of these men. It was strange, he was so used to seeing death, and it meant so little to him now. The gun interrupted his thinking; it let off some rounds into dead covenant bodies and stopped.
"Brace yourselves; I can already hear the screams in the battle." Said the driver. He was right. Screams, explosions and gunfire were steadily growing louder and mountains were coming into view. 'This was it, this was the huge battle. Hundreds, no thousands of men and covenant locked in fierce battle, well over 20 snipers were in the mountains and 3 scorpion tanks rolled over live covenant crushing them. It was horrible, there was so much blood, so much suffering, so much...the chief's thoughts were again interrupted by the driver, "Ok guys, see those other warthogs, there's well over 10 of them. We all go in at the same time and kill everything we can by running over them, shooting them, whatever. I know it sounds like suicide but we can make it. Trust me I have been a pro at maneuvering this baby. I even modified it for my liking; if I wanted to I could make this thing jump over a person." The chief readied his weapon, "and if we make it? What do we do then?" the driver smiled, "there's a covenant teleport on their side of the field, we need to jam it. Then we can easily win this." The chief could hear the gunner gulp.
A loud voice came over some sort of megaphone, "Ok, All warthogs prepare to commence the attack!" the chief focused himself and slightly leaned out of the window, his hand on the trigger. "Attack in 5 seconds, 4,3,2,1, GO!" all of the warthogs erupted into the battle. The chief quickly fired off rounds, the plasma rounds flew towards elite and ripped through his throat, he gagged and fell to the floor. A mounted turret from the mountains started targeting the warthogs. The gun behind him was constantly pumping out ammo, the covenant kept falling, and more kept coming. The warthog finally reached the covenant lines, it struck them and slowly gained speed running over some, although most jumped out of the way. They were almost sure they would die; they were being bombarded with grenades, tank rounds and turrets. They fought like hell, they never took our finger off the trigger, soon they reached the teleport and covenant were pouring out of it. The driver took a small device out of the glove compartment and tossed it into the teleporter then backed up as fast as he could. The teleporter fizzed as the device fell into place, the flow stopped, and no more covenant were able to reinforce the battle.
The three men cheered as they triumphantly returned to their side. When they did get back, all men were being loaded into transport ships. The three joined them and asked one of them what was going on, "They're bombing the fucking place!" he yelled over the sound of the engines. The men were stunned; they were going to drop bomb on the area? That was a little drastic wasn't it?
Before they could think of anything to say the ships flew upwards, and away from the battle, "So where we heading?" asked the chief. One of the men looked over at him, his face was dirty and bloody, "We're going back. So they can fix us and send us to some other hell." Said the man. Shortly after the comment, the pilot looked back, "Guys we've got company". Several banshees flew after them. The chief's gun was out of ammo, so the best he could do was toss a plasma grenade and hope it landed. None of the four did. The other men managed to send the banshees to their death. The chief's HUD blinked with a message. It had someone trying to communicate with him on the emergency channel. He had forgotten that he had turned off his channel. He switched it on and Cortana began talking, "Chief? What the hell happened? I couldn't communicate with you and the ship's emergency signal was sent here." The chief sighed, "Look it's a long story lets just say I'm alive." The ship accelerated and the chief turned off the channel, for some reason, being seconds away from death several times a couple of minutes ago didn't leave him in the mood to talk.
The ship finally arrived at a large base. The chief went straight to bed after handing in all his equipment. The next day when he woke up he was pleased to hear that there were no jobs for him and he would have a day to rest. He didn't do much resting though, he trained. He trained in fighting, in weaponry and stealth. Being in a base, they had courses for all of these things. He went to sleep as exhausted as he was after the battle. He awoke to a blaring alarm. He hit the clock on his desk, only to realize that was not what was ringing. The base was under attack! He sprung to life, quickly put on his suit and grabbed an assault rifle. Why the hell was the covenant constantly on their backs? The chief ran down a hallway and saw three men fighting several elites, "move!" he yelled. They obeyed without hesitation and moved out of the way. The elites looked at him he threw a grenade at them and sealed them in the room. When he opened the door again, they were on the floor and obviously dead, "Cortana! The base they brought us to is under attack!" Cortana quickly replied, "there is a pelican still outside, do you know how to pilot it?" the chief shot two grunts that jumped out at him, "Yes, I know, give me a nav point and I'll be off."
The small triangle appeared on the top of the display, "Pelican ahead, follow me!" he yelled to the three men from before. They rushed after him. There was a surprisingly low amount of resistance in entrance. When the chief stepped out, he saw why; there were turrets set up near the pelican and two hunters. The three men fired at the turrets while the chief went after the hunters. The chief stepped in between them and they both charged at him. He quickly jumped out of the way and they hit each other. He then found his opportunity and pumped them full of lead.
The men had already returned and were heading for the back of the pelican. The chief climbed into the driver's seat and stepped on the gas. The pelican rose from the ground and sped away, "Cortana, I'm out, you have anywhere safe where I can land?" Cortana responded, "Our ship isn't too far away, you can land near us. We have another job for you." Another nav point appeared to the side of the chief's HUD. He steered towards it, still sweating and dead tired. The men didn't talk; they panted and looked down at the floor, a scared expression on their faces.
They had soon landed and where met by Jay. He had called in reinforcements who had secured the base. Jay had a worried look on his face, and he signaled for the men to come into the base. The three men from the base were sent away for medical attention. Jay had wanted to talk to the chief in private. "Chief, I have bad news. The covenant did more damage than I thought." Jay said, still looking worried, "It seems that they have a tracking device on her, that's why they have always been on our backs on the worst time. They knew our battle plans. They sent out those banshees because they intercepted Cortana's messages." The chief sat down, "Of course, they knew I was coming because of the signal that Cortana sent to me. Then they set up a trap and wanted me to take Cortana back and put their plan into action. They got that translator to translate the English in our plans. We have to find that bug and destroy it!" Jay sighed, "They dug it deep in her. If we destroy it, we destroy everything. If we don't, then the covenant will easily destroy us." The chief looked at the chip laying at the table, if they destroyed Cortana, they would destroy years of important information, and her programmed strategic combat logic would never be able to help out anyone. Plus she was pretty much the only link that the humans had with the soldiers here, "What if I destroyed the facility where she's being monitored?" Jay shook his head, "No use, they could always just reconnect using any standard terminal. I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do but destroy her. I wish I could re-make her, but they ordered me to destroy the backup I made in case something happened. Even if I did want to re-make her, it would take years." The chief sighed and once again looked at the chip lying on the table.
Dun dun dun! Anyway sorry again for not updating in a while. But it gave me some time to think about this. Join us next time for another episode of, "The Escape!"