Whoop-dee-doo, another chapter written for u. I don't know why I'm speaking in verse, its almost like im under a curse. I was very bored, had nothing to do, yes I have no life, it is true. I thought of ideas for my story, thoughts of strength, valor, and glory. But none of this is in but strength, cuz I try to lower my chapter length. So anyway, read this chapter or I'll BASH UR FREAKIN' BRAINS IN!!! (I know it doesn't rhyme, but I didn't bother to think of anything that rhymes with chapter)

Disclaimer: Guess what, I own Halo! (Police force surrounds me) Um…he said it, it was him! (Points at a man walking down the street. Police force attacks him and put him in cuffs) Ok, I don't really own Halo.

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"Talking"
'Thinking'
Flashbacks or Memories
#Whispering#
::Radio/Intercom Chatter::

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"You did a good thing for his family, John," said Linda trying to comfort her fellow Spartan. But nothing seemed to be working. "There was nothing else you could do. And you know it."

She was right, he did know it. 'That's why it's so painful to watch a brave soldier die, though. There's nothing you can do.' "I'm just glad he went the way he wanted to go: a one-man victory over the Covenant."

It was going to be a long ride back to the Mohican. It's only been sixteen hundred hours since he was last on the ship, but it felt like years to him. Ever since he was able to get off of Halo, the gigantic command-ship has been his home. The marines, the crew members, the bridge captains; they were all waiting for his return. He knew he was going to get an applause for his acts of bravery. He always liked coming in first, being the best, and getting the most attention. But it wasn't him who won the battle this time. Without the marines, he never would've been able to accomplish what he had.

"You never let the death of your comrades get to you like this. You've changed, John. It's almost as though you're a different person now," says Linda with a worried tone.

'She's right. I never let death get to me before. Why now? Why am I different? What am I feeling inside of me?'

They finally reach the Mohican. As Master Chief jumps out of the Pelican, he is met by his usual congratulatory appraisal. "You always this popular?" asks Linda.

"Pretty much, yeah."

The two Spartans enter the elevator, rise up seven floors, and exit the cramped space. They walk through the halls of the ship, getting cheered by everyone they meet. They reach another elevator and go up another three floors, and once again get out. When they finally reach the bridge, they are encountered by a tall, thin man with a goatee and a scar above his right eye. He says to them with a scruffy, scratchy voice, "Welcome back, you two. Glad to have you both aboard the Mohican. Umm…I don't think I got your…"

"It's Linda," she said with a tone Master Chief had never heard coming from her before.

"My name is Captain Rayes. Reeves, get the armory lead up here. We need a new suit-up for our new crew member."

"Aye-aye, sir," says a young, gaunt man sitting at the computer.

Within seconds, a short, stout soldier appears at the doors to the bridge. He looks at the two Spartans and sees one wearing the old, destroyed Mach 5 version of the MJOLNIR armor. "I guess you're the one in need of new armor. Follow me, the armory isn't far."

Linda leaves with the armory lead and the doors close tight behind them. Master Chief catches himself looking at Linda walking away. 'No, I can't start now. Not after what happened last time.'

"Master Chief? Am I ever gonna get that mission briefing?" questions Captain Rayes.

"I'm working on it, Captain. Don't rush me," remarks Cortana.

"Haha, Cortana, I never get tired of hear your sarcastic comments," he replies.

#Well, he's a first,# whispers Master Chief.

"I heard that, Master Chief," says Cortana.

A loud roar came from outside the ship. Master Chief runs to the huge bridge window to discover the one thing he hoped it not to be. More Covenant. "Captain, I think we have some unwanted company."

"Reeves, sound the alarms. We need every marine on duty. Stephens, load the Archer pods. Cortana, fire up the MAC gun. When they get inside the kill zone, open up. As for you, Master Chief, I need you to defend this ship. Tell your friend to speed it up."

"Yes, sir."

Master Chief sprints down the halls of the Mohican to the armory. Linda was already suited up and getting her energy shields charged. "Linda, we're needed."

"As if I couldn't tell by all the sirens," she says sarcastically.

One minute later, the two Spartans are back down halls to the bridge. "How would you like us to defend the ship, Captain?" asks Master Chief. As he says this, a fierce crash is felt throughout the ship.

"That was a boarding party. I think you can guess what you have to do."

"Way ahead of you, Captain." Master Chief runs out of the doors and leaves the bridge. Linda just sighs and follows him out. They go back to the armory and Master Chief picks up two battle-rifles. He tosses one to Linda and says, "You'll need this…", he picks up a sniper rifle, "and this…", then he picks up a submachine gun and says, "and this one's for me." He grabs some grenades and begins to leave the armory. "Don't fall behind, Linda."

"Me? Fall behind?" she asks.

"You already are," answers the Master Chief as he exits the large room.

Linda rolls her eyes and runs out of the armory. "So, which deck did it hit?"

"14F…took out an archer pod as well."

"So, where is deck 14F?"

Master Chief kicks down the door and looks back at Linda, who was standing there with her sniper resting on her right shoulder. "Right here."

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Ok, im not speakin in verse this time don't worry. Anyway, review the story, please!