The Final frontier

HELLO EVERYBODY!!! I'm back, as promised, I shall answer all your questions

R.B wells

Whisp?? what the... anyways, I'll just call it a F.L.I.T.E then ( freakishly Large Ionising Troop Engager )

DCDK

Well yea but... glass is a good way to describe the material left over by the plasma

Alright, lets-

Disclaimer: I don't own Halo or it's cast

What the... DIE!!!!!!!!! WE DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE

Uses a keyboard and starts playing rounders with it

On with the story bats disclaimer out STTTRRIKE!!!! Score!!

Chapter 6- on the losing side

Launch deck 2

The blazing heat of the raging inferno that the humans made Kennedy stumble as the floor below him gradually heating it, touching or falling on it meant certain burns, he crouched to avoid the sparks the flames gave off which felt like a storm, nothing can survive normally under the 1000 degrees celcius flames, it melted anything that was engulfed, the whole of the 2nd floor had to evacuate as the bolts holding the whole deck up melted by the firestorm, making it buckle and fall onto the ground floor,

When the firestorm died down the soldiers saw the true damage,, scorch marks scarred the bottom floor, large chunks of metal lay scattered across the floor which was the 2nd floor and other odd bits, and there was the four FLITE dropships, large blackened skeletons that just sat there, as though it was just about to fall apart.

"Stuff you assholes!!!" Jericho mocked, and laughed

He was cut off as streaks of plasma singed his armour and forced him down, and to everyone's display, elites came rushing out, their armour the only ones that did survived the blast

Kennedy sensed they were different, approximately 8ft in height, in black armour with red stripes on the shoulder plates, they carried a modified plasma rifle, longer and thinner which slotted into their armour. Some of them shouting out battle cries and readied their fire, amongst the elites were two hunters, with the same uniform except that they were shielded, carrying weapons that looked like the fuel rod autos of the FLITE ships.

They opened fire, a barrage of plasma came flying into the group of marines, killing a couple, the hunters also fired, mini wraith mortars flew into the 3rd floor, blasting a hole through it and killing a marine, the marines returned fire, a barrage of lead and rockets slammed into the group, some of the elites died and the hunter's shields were flaring silver, a few more petrol bombs hit the group as well, causing mini firestorms and roasting a couple of elites, 10 down, 30 more to go kennedy thought. And continued firing, someone threw a frag grenade onto a elite, it didn't run but instead, scooped it up and flung it at the human, sending him flying, the situation looked bleak, 30 elites against 10 humans, the elites are a helluva lot smarter than usual, hitting their weak points, one even blew off part of the third deck, plunging 2 humans to their deaths 60ft below and blocking the escape route

Now it looked lost, out of the 20 or so that Kennedy had, only 6 remained, him, Jericho, Evans, Jones, and 2 more from red team remained.

"Damn it" Evans growled "where's reinforcements"

Area 51, 40 minutes after contact with covenant

Back from the one-man battle with the covenant, the Chief was walking along the makeshift base, slightly sleepy from all the fighting, now there was one more thing to take care of.

He yawned as he walked along the deserted underground base, the marines sure did some work here, they carved out a ramp onto the launch pad which was impassable from above, a few lights flickered as he was walking down

"Creepy" he said

He finally reached the launch pad where he saw something on it which doesn't look too human

"So... what is it?" the chief said

It was one of the most beautiful aircraft he ever seen, with crescent wings with the wing tip near the cockpit, hiding 2 cannons, near the back of the wing there were two small bumps which looked like weapon hatches. It was painted metallic grey and shone under the winter sun.

"This is the X-240, it was a prototype for replacing the old longsword fighter A/N I think the longsword might be 2510-ish , it has 2 prototype X-F 2K3 beam cannons and 4 Tac-Op AS-DU missiles and can fly mac 4 on crusing"

The chief whistled in awe at the firepower, how much did this thing cost

"What now?" the chief asked

"Right" Cortana said "the covenant has stationed a base near here and it needs to be destroyed, if they find the area 51 base, they'll learn of our far-reaching colonies, which are the only known planets which humans can live on, if they find it, humans will have a hard time establishing"

"Right, lets go"

John climbed into the cockpit ( which was too small like the longsword...), the controls were all the same

"there's an AI in here which helps you fly this thing" Cortana said "so I'll just go into sleep mode for now.." the computer screen suddenly lit up

"WELCOME JOHN-117" it said "WHAT IS THE DESTINATION"

"there" he said and pointed to the covenant base on the screen "That's our target"

"YES SIR", the engines flared up in a light blue colour and the fighter started to ascend "WE'LL BE THERE IN 1 MINUTE"

"Let's go!" John said, and they blasted off into the horizon

The covenant base- 200 miles away

"That...was...suicide" Iglig panter, he was one of only 30 grunts that survived, along with 10 jackals and 2 elites, one of which asked Iglig for reinforcements.

"Reinforcements are here your excellency" the silver grunt said

"Good" the elite said "What else grunt?"

"Uh...Duck?" The grunt said

"Duck?" The elite asked?

"WE DUCK!!" Iglig screamed and quickly dived

The elite wasn't so fortunate, he got cut down by beams of cyan light.

END CHAPTER 6

Right, that's it, chappie six done. Stay tuned for chapter 7

Until next time

Disclaimer: blah blah...

Ahh hell, DIE!!!!!!!!!!!