Yay, chapter 2 is ready! I took me a whole hour to finish it. It's only been 3 hours since I wrote the first one lol. Goes to show how boring my life rly is. I hope u guys don't live a scky live like mine!!! O well, on with the show! (or story, actually….)
Disclaimer : I don't own halo, the brand name anyway. I own the 2 games, but I don't think that counts for anything here. :(
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"Talking"
'Thinking'
Flashback or Memories
#Whispering#
::Radio or Intercom Chatter::
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"Stop dilly-dallying, we ain't got all day, marines!" issues the Sergeant. "Low rank squad dropping in behind us!"
Several needle-like pods drop from the sky and land behind the UNSC marines. The front of the pods break open to reveal armed elites each carrying an energy sword. 'Not much of a low rank, to me.' Master Chief immediately picks up a plasma grenade and throws it into the center of the alien-infested area. It adheres to the side of one of the Covenant's pods and explodes killing most of the elites around it. The enemies' energy swords launch outward in all different directions. With the agility of a preying cheetah, the Master Chief jumps upward and catches one of the swords in mid-air. "Hell yeah, Master Chief! You know how to spice things up!" says Sergeant Cooke with a smile on his battle-worn face.
The Spartan lunges into the fray of battle-ready elites and begins the fight. The marines supply cover fire to help with the elites sneaking up on him. Soon, it was all over. What they all did not know was that it had only begun. Through all the mist of slaughter and confusion, they had completely overlooked the one pod that did not open up as it landed. The squad kept moving down the street at a well kept pace.
::Sergeant Cooke, this is Recon Unit 14. We seem to be picking up a strange signal inside the building you just left. Over.::
::Well, what is it?::
Out of no where, the unopened pod exploded with such great force that the entire building collapsed within the next twenty seconds. Debris was scattered throughout the sky, smoke blocked out all light given off by the sun, and Recon Unit 14 was no where to be heard of.
"Damnit, our main Recon Unit is gone, men. We don't have any more reconnaissance teams on this side of the city. Well, this is a hell of a pickle," stated the Sergeant with a sarcastic ring in his voice.
"Cortana, do you think you can grab us a Warthog?"
"With what, my hands?"
"Nevermind, I'll do it myself."
Master Chief signals for the rest of the squad to follow him around the corner into a large open space covered in grass and trees. 'This place should be crawling with Covenant. Why is it deserted?'
"BANSHEES!"
Plasma shots came raining down from the sky. To the humans' horror, there were four banshees in perfect formation coming straight for the. They had no time to lose. It was either act know or never. As the banshees got close enough to ground, Master Chief jumped up and grabbed onto the right wing of the banshee. It was not easy to grip, but he found the strength to hold on and climb onto the cockpit of the vehicle. The pilot did everything it could to lose its hijacker, but nothing seemed to be working. Using the extra strength given to him by his MJOLNIR armor, he tore open the door to the banshee, grabbed the elite by the waist, pulled him out of the cockpit and dropped him into the streets of the city.
Now, Master Chief had all the advantage he could possibly ask for. Cortana says with a malicious tone, "It's three against one, it's unfair." Almost as though on cue, two more banshees swoop over a skyscraper and fly towards the stolen vehicle.
"Now it's even," replies the Master Chief.
With great precision, he shoots down two enemy aircrafts and barrel rolls the vehicle to collide into a third. He made the connection, which sent his opponent soaring into the giant body of water that ebbed against the west shore of the city. Copying his every move, two other marines were daring enough to do exactly what the Master Chief had done. Now they had three banshees. What else could they possibly ask for?
It seemed that as soon as the marine took the banshee, a sniper shot came from inside on of the taller buildings and took off the entire left wing of the aircraft. It was sent hurling into a much smaller building, only four stories off the ground. The building exploded, sending the charred frame of the banshee flying outward towards the sea.
There were snipers everywhere. Luckily, they were not very skilled. The first one just had an easy target. ::Keep moving, don't give them a chance to hit you. Over.:: says the Master Chief to the fellow pilot.
::Roger that, Master Chief. Over.::
They dodged what seemed to them to be ten million shots. Then they noticed a shot that left a streak of smoke through the air. This shot was followed by another and then another. 'Finally. I was wondering where the other squads were.'
::Gray squad, reporting for duty, sir. What objectives have you got for us today? Over.::
::Keep Red squad alive. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.:: answered the Master Chief. ::Marine, I suggest that you land. It's going to get ugly pretty soon. Over.::
::Yes, sir. Over::
The marine lands safely next to his fellow squad mates. Gray squad seemed to have come prepared. Along with their snipers, they brought a Warthog. The marines were quickly circling the city's park taking down any infantry that dared stand in their way. The remaining squad members moved into the nearest building.
Out of the corner of his eye, the Master Chief spotted a large group of plasma turrets that were firing at the UNSC forces. Constructing a daring move within seconds, he heads towards the building. At a close enough range, he jumped out of the vehicle, and even without a pilot, it continued its course into the turrets. The entire story of the building erupted into flames as the banshee crashed into the building. Catching a flag pole on his drop, he slid into a lower floor of the building and instantly got to work.
He found a Covenant carbine rifle that probably fell down the flight of stairs it was next to because of the explosion. He picked it up, reloaded it, and flung it over his shoulder. He grabbed the emergency kit from the closet and took out a ten foot long rope. He wrapped the rope around a cable which stretched from building to building in a slight downward slope. He then tied the rope around his wrist, pushing off the all, began his way into the building in which his squad was taking refuge.
He used the carbine rifle to his advantage. With the scope attached to it, he could easily find anything that could be a danger to the marines. He did not find much, but still enough that he saved at least one of his men's lives. Reaching the building, he crashed through the tenth story window. ::Good one, Chief! The Sergeant is in the warthog outside. Meet us down on the second floor. We're getting ready to follow gray squad over to the Covenant's makeshift stronghold. Over.:: said one of the marines over the intercom.
In a matter of seconds, the Master Chief was down the stairs and ready to take on the Covenant yet again. "Let's get goin', marines. This is what we came here for. We're not getting' out of this hell hole until we're done." Master Chief exchanges the carbine for a battle-rifle and loads a full magazine into it. "Move out."
The two squads take out from the building, crouching the whole way, and keeping a sharp eye out for any signs of the enemy. "……This way." The Master Chief motions them down the recked city streets towards the coordinates given to him by the Lieutenant in charge of Gray squad.
::Sergeant Cooke is closing in on our position, Master Chief. We could use all the help we can get right about now. Over.::
The Warthog containing the Sergeant and the two other marines pulls up in front of them. "I'm ready, how about you guys?" he asks with a smirk on his face.
"Sir, yes, sir!" shout all the marines. They follow the Warthog down the streets of the city, only to get caught off-guard by a hidden phantom. It seemed to appear out of no where and sent comets storming down onto the Warthog (it was the only thing visible to the phantom. The marines were taking cover in the shadows as they followed the vehicle). Flames engulfed the vehicle as it was hit by the plasma bolts and all they marines could do was watch in horror.
'Don't worry men, they'll pay for that…'
Taking out the sword he picked up before, the Master Chief walked over to the wall and start slashing at it. The other soldiers did not try to comfort him, they knew not the mess with an angry Spartan. He eventually cooled down and walked over to the marines.
The Spartan gripped the sword tighter in his palm and turned around to face the marines. "Sergeant, I'm going to follow that phantom. That bird is our ticket out of here."
"And if your not back in time?" asks the Lieutenant.
"Oh, don't worry. I will be back."
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Yay, chapter 2 is done. I think this one is a little too long, but you'll live. Anyway, review or I'll hunt u down like the animals u are! Jk, im not insane (yet…)