Chapter 2: God's very own Anti-son of a Bitch Machine
0125 hours, October 20 2552 (Military Calendar)/ Western Sector, Toronto, Earth
Master Chief raced to the front lines, through a column of Scorpion tanks and a MASH unit. He came up to a wall of sand bags, about three feet high and that stretched from the ruins of a department store and the remains of a Scorpion tank. Beyond the sandbags, tons of bodies, Covenant and Human alike, that covered the road like litter as well as destroyed vehicles and sandbags, which were part of another defensive wall. Two Warthog reconnaissance vehicles stood sentry behind the sandbag defense, ripping encroaching enemies to shreds with their lethal tri-barrel machine gun turret in the back. Chief crouched down to protect his head from plasma fire as he looked for the general.
"Master Chief! Get over here!" Shouted someone to Chief's left. Chief looked over his shoulder, it was the general. Master Chief rushed over to him, while still ducking down to avoid enemy fire.
"General Weston." He said as he saluted the general.
"It's good to see you, Chief, we need your help." Replied the general, holding his right arm to stop blood loss. He had been hit by a needler round, the Chief believed, or else his arm would have been burned if he had been hit by a plasma shot. In his left arm he held the standard UNSC issue battle rifle. Suddenly a large explosion ripped through the sandbags, and then nothing. The marines just stood there, guns up and their eyes on the hole in the defensive wall. A few seconds past, though it seemed to be minutes to the marines, then hundreds of orange and red armored Grunts rushed through the hole in the wall like water bursting through dam, shooting their plasma pistols wildly into the air. The marines opened up with all the fire power they could muster, slaughtering the little aliens like cattle. Then the flood of aliens stopped. The marines looked around the battle field and began cheering.
"Not so big now, mother fuckers" said one of the soldiers firing into the pile of grunts.
"Enough of that, marine." The general interrupted.
"But sir, we kicked their asses to the curb." Shouted another one of the marines. Master Chief's motion tracker, however, show five red dots surrounding them.
"General, we are not out the woods yet." Cortana informed them.
"Come on, lady, we beat the shit out of these guys!" shouted a Marine. He looked around to see that all the troops were just looking toward him with horrified expressions plastered on their faces as a faint buzzing sound filled the air.
"Come on, all I said was..." He said as a plasma sword was lunged into his back and it pertruded through his chest. The marine began to choke up blood as the golden elite laughed at him and with one swing of his sword; the elite threw the dead soldier down the street. Master Chief looked around to see that they were surrounded by four other plasma sword wielding Elites. The aliens snarled at the marines and Master Chief, who had the guns armed and aimed at the warrior aliens. A roar, however, broke up the silence of the moment, but it wasn't made by any creature, it was made from an aircraft. Above Master Chief, three Longsword fighters soared through the sky towards the large force of Covenant vehicles and artillery cannons southwest of the Chief's position. As they drew closer, Covenant anti-aircraft fire lit up the sky like fireworks on the Forth of July. The fighters were too high, so the plasma dissipated without hitting their mark. The Longswords however could hit their targets, dropping 2000 lb bombs on Covenant positions a mile away from Chief's, but the ground shook as a massive explosion bloomed like a fiery flower from hell, killing the Covenant and destroying their artillery. The Elites continued to look at the fighter aircraft, completely forgetting about the humans.
"Now men, Fire!" Cortana shouted to the troops. On her order the marines and Chief slaughtered the unsuspecting Elites; their dark purplish blue blood stained the cracked asphalt of the street. Master Chief walked up to one, still clinging to life and took its plasma sword, and with one swipe, the elite's head flopped off and rolled a few feet down the street.
"Hoo rah!" the marines cheered, hoisting their weapons into the air. It was very rare for marines, or anything, to get out alive when assaulted by plasma sword wielding golden or commander rank elites.
"I'll call for evac." Cortana told them.
"Thank Chief and Cortana, without you, our asses would be grunt food." The general said, patting Chief on the back.
"This Fire Team Charlie to base command requesting evac, over." Cortana raised the command center over the radio.
"That's a negative Charlie Team; all Pelican transports are either destroyed or somewhere else, over."
"How long till we can get evac?"
"Cortana, we can't evac your group, a covenant cruiser is descending upon Toronto, its too dangerous for our aircraft. They'd be blown away. You'll have to find another way out, sorry. Base Command out.
"Well general, what should we do?" Asked a marine meekly, "I don't want to be plasma fodder."
"You heard base command; we'll find our own way out." Weston informed them.
"General, how do you propose that we do that?" Cortana asked of him. He didn't respond, but he pointed out a Warthog Transport vehicle.
"Saddle up, marines; we are going to drive through the belly of beast." He announced. The marines and Master Chief took their seats in the back, while the general took the driver's seat, and he put the pedal to the metal and they were off.
