Ok, since I got such a wonderful review from some1 who actually GAVE ME IDEAS, I think I will use them to "enhance" my story a bit. It would be nicer if a certain SOMEONE gave me some ideas of her own, but obviously she isn't very creative. I'm sure you agree with me, Kelly. Anyways, here's chapter 11. Plz enjoy, I don't want to cry. But I will if you don't like it…

Disclaimer: I am disclaiming the fact that I own Halo and any Halo related trademarks and trademark copies. This means that I do NOT own Halo and any Halo related trademarks and trademark copies, contrary to popular belief.

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

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"You are out of your mind, Master Chief. There is no way I can take that chance," yells Cortana.

"Maybe you can't, but I can," says Master Chief without any expression.

"Do you know how many people we are endangering if we do that?"

"Yes…one. Me."

"Sir, are you sure this code is right? This will never work!" reports a marine sitting at the MAC computer.

"It's right and it will work. We just need some help from the Covenant."

"What?!" exclaim the marine and Cortana simultaneously.

"Believe me. Cortana, you're staying here. I'm going to report to Captain Rayes," says Master Chief.

"Good luck, sir," remarks the marine sarcastically. Master Chief just turns and faces him.

"The Covenant will be needing more of it than I will."

Master Chief takes off down the metallic corridors of the command-ship, gripping his plasma rifle tighter in his fists. Rounding a corner, he comes up on a squad of grunts scattered throughout his path. Without stopping to think, he quickly jumps in their direction gunning each of them down with ease.

Neon blue blood stained the walls, floors, and ceilings of the hallway as Master Chief continues his way to the bridge. He stops for a second in order to exchange his weapons for a submachine gun and a shotgun, and quickly starts again on his journey. Taking lifts up and down from one deck to another, he encounters only a few grunts and drones, killing them off with ease.

A heavy clank sounds from behind Captain Rayes and Master Chief enters the bridge. The Captain turns and says, "Why, hello, Master Chief. Good work on clearing the Landing Bays. Now…I have something from Cortana. What's on your mind?"

"Sir, I need you plot this course. Reeves, uplink datafile 1575243.UNSC.mod4."

The ensign types on his keyboard for about ten seconds before he starts repeating the data outloud. "…3.19 degrees towards Beta sector. But Master Chief, that's a three-way collision course!"

"Exactly. Captain, this is where you come in. You are in control of this ship, so you take charge of this mission. I'm requesting that you give me permission to command a fleet of longsword fighters."

"Permission granted. Reeves, send the data to my computer screen. Master Chief, you better get going," commands Captain Rayes.

"Thank you, sir. I promise this won't fail," says Master Chief as he salutes the officer.

The Captain returns his salute. "I trust you more than myself, Chief. Now, let's give these damn alien bastards a taste of what Hell's really like."

At that, Master Chief once again makes his way down the seemingly endless hallways of the UNSC command-ship. It was not a far jog to Fighter Bay A-2, but it was overrun with Covenant forces. Using only one grenade, Master Chief took them all out, leaving nothing but corpses and blood on the ground.

The door to the Fighter Bay slides open and the Spartan walks into the room. "Marines, get ready for take-off." ::Fighter Bays A-1 through A-8, you are temporarily under my command. Load up your Longsword fighters with everything you've got. We're dusting off in two minutes.:: 8 blue dots blink on the Master Chief's heads-up display telling him that the marines confirmed the command.

The pilots in Fighter Bay A-2 grab crates of missiles and begin to stock their aircrafts with ammo. Master Chief grabs one of the grade 2M nuclear missiles and attaches it to nose of his Longsword. He also takes for fragmentation grenades and any extra magazines he could find. "Ready, marines?" he asks.

"Yes, sir," they all reply.

::Now, soldiers. We're off.::

Again, the blue lights blink to notify they heard him. Master Chief climbs into his Longsword fighter and signals to the control marines. They return his signal and punch a code into their computers.

The massive doors to the Fighter Bay open up. The planes are sucked out of the bay because of the vacuum suction. After leaving the Mohican, the planes' engines start up and they all begin to pick up speed. Blue flames burst from the rear of each of the Longswords , and soon the rest of the fighters catch up with the Master Chief and the A-2 marines. Within seconds, they create a scattered "M" formation and advance on their opposition. Master Chief switches on the com-link and says, "Okay marines, here's the plan."

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Done. And I hate it as much as the last one :P.Well, it's christmas and im tired, so there's my excuse :)Anyway, please review!