First Strike

All the marines had been killed. The Spartan clone was on his own. He held his assault rifle in front of him as he entered the covenant facility. The doors hissed open and he stepped inside. He walked down the hallway it opened into. There was no sign of covenant forces. His mission was to kill a general elite that was supposedly stationed here at the moment.

He turned the corner and almost pulled the trigger. A grunt sat curled in a ball sleeping. He whacked the side of the grunt's head. It let out a small whimper as it fell over. He then began walking down a ramp that led further into the structure. There was another door. It opened into what looked like a control room. An elite stood at one of the computers, four grunts slept around the room, and a jackal stood right in front of him.
It quickly rolled backward and raised its shield. The Spartan fired at the shield, doing no damage. The elite turned around and started firing his plasma rifle. The grunts woke up and began running around the room in a panic.

"He'll kill us all!" Yelled a grunt.

The Spartan fired and killed two grunts. He then rolled forward and knocked the jackal's head back with the butt end of his rifle. He then stood and shot at the elite. It ducked and stepped to the side while firing wildly. The Spartan killed another grunt while the other escaped out the door screaming for help.

The elite's shield finally collapsed and the Spartan held the trigger until the rest of his clip was wasted. He reloaded and proceeded toward the door. Six grunts awaited him on the other side. All of them quivering with fear.

"There he is!" Said a grunt.

The Spartan grinned under his helmet and mowed them all to the ground. Blue blood stained the walls of the hallway as he stepped over the bodies. The next door opened into a much larger room.

A grunt stood at guard. He screamed and started firing his plasma pistol. Two jackals came to his aid. As well as three other grunts and an elite. The first grunt was down. He then fired and killed two of the other grunts. The other retreated back toward the elite. He then threw a fragmentation grenade at the two jackals. It exploded and sent them flying through the air.

The elite ran toward him and shot its plasma rifle. The Spartan fired and hit the elite. It then hid behind a pillar. The Spartan reloaded and blasted away the grunt. He then walked around to the other side of the pillar and whacked the elite in the back of the neck. He stood in triumph. Then another door opened. An elite stepped out followed by two hunters.

"Wort, wort, wort!" yelled the elite.

The Spartan held the trigger and wasted a whole clip on one of the hunters. It sprung forward and hit him with its massive shield. His visor cracked and he dropped his weapon as he flew into a wall. His shield collapsed. He stood up and pulled out his pistol. The other hunter charged up his large weapon and fired.

The Spartan jumped as the blast exploded behind him. He stood and saw one of the hunters running toward him. It raised its shield and swung down. The Spartan sidestepped out of the way then went behind it and shot it in its exposed back area. It fell to the ground with a large groan. His shield began to recharge. The other fired another blast. It went over his head and exploded into the wall to the side of him. Then the Spartan clone got an idea.

The General elite began shooting at him. He ran around the sides of the room while the hunter shot at him. Then the Spartan fired two shots at the elite to stun it. He then ran in front of it. The hunter fired again. He moved out of the way and the ball of plasma energy blew the elite to pieces. The Spartan then ran up and pistol-whipped the hunter in the head. It jerked up and grabbed its head leaving its orange stomach exposed. One shot and the hunter fell to the ground. Then he calmly tucked his weapon away.

"Sergeant Green do you read me? This is the Colonel. Over." The Spartan said into his comlink in his helmet.

"I read you Colonel. Go ahead." The Sergeant replied.

"The Elite is dead, but I think they may have called for reinforcements. I need you to get Alpha Squadron down here for a surprise attack. Over."

"Roger that . . . Alpha Squadron is topside and ready to go. We'll be there in a few sir. Over and out."

The Spartan began his accent to the surface where he would meet his approaching legion marines.