"Just make sure you guys stay out of our way, and watch out backs...best for you and your men to be incognito..." Kami said, now armed with two SMGs, and a battle rifle. DUI walked around, ordering marines, he was armed with dual magnums and a shotgun, he was happy he had a shotgun, it being his favorites weapon.
Kami simply looked around for a second, surveying for anything that may be standing still or some other way evading the motion tracker. Everything was clear on the motion tracker, just a bunch of yellow dots, signaling friendlies.
"Nothing, look, the LZ's broken, so let's find something useful to do in the tower." DUI said sighing when a marine asked "What are we doing?" With great vehemence DUI Kicked down the door, along iwth the wall holding it in place. Kamikaze took point, the marines stayed in the middle and DUI took their six.
"Chief?" Kamikaze whispered. No answer, that wasn't a good sign. Kamikaze didn't bother repeating himself, with chiefs super sensitive hearing, he should have heard.
"No answer, huh?" DUI asked off the com, Kami shook his head.
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The chief grunted, his body emitting a luminescent green, his grunts began to crescendo to cries of pain. What the hell was going on? the chief though, his body numb in intense pain, his muscles taut, his face distorted in pain. He couldn't think of anything to do but try and wiggle out of this aura, this green aura, but nothing worked, nothing.
This feeling of helplessness began to tear at his reserves, now he knew why cortana didnt' wish him to go, he was losing his edge, he was loseing the ability to be an emotionless killing machine, he needed that back, but what emotion was this? Why did his blood boil so hot, he was...angry.
Looking around, he saw the walls bleeding, the room filling up with blood slowly. just so you could tell it was indeed blood. He was getting angrier, the helplessness was getting to him, deep, a stinging pain in his head, he began to struggle, and then, he blacked out.
The armor clad warrior fell to the foor, pretty much unharmed from the whole process. The prophet laughed, as a grunt and a surviving elite walked with the floating prophet to find the key they were looking for, to find what they needed.
The Master Chief was thrown into a prison cell, tossed carelessly by the same two Brutes he had let live hours before. For some reason, they allowed him to keep his armor. The forcefield sealed him inside with one extremely nervous Brute.
He didn't doubt he could've taken the Brute in a normal, healthy, state. The Brute snarled, and waved the other Brute outside the cell away.
"For my friends." The Brute said.
The Master Chief found this a good time for a tactic he didn't use much. When a warrior was angry, they may become more aggressive, to a careless degree.
The Brute and the Master Chief circled inside the claustrophobic space.
"You're friend was clearly useless." The Master Chief didn't even know which Covenant he killed had angered this Brute, "I'll kill you the same."
The Brute showed no signs of rage, or carelessness as it continued the circle, "I would kill you, Demon. But the Prophet will not allow it."
The Master Chief grinned. There was nothing to lose then. He jumped and punched the Brute square in the nose. It landed in a corner, blood from it's nose painted the Chief's fist. The fur-pile charged, the Chief responded by ducking and looping around it. Behind it, he kicked the creature in the spine. The Brute collapsed against the forcefield.
The Master Chief stood above the wincing Brute.
As he placed his armored foot on the Brute's neck, "Demon, let me live."
"Give me a reason."
"Escape?" The Brute asked.
"If you open the cell door, I will let you live." The Master Chief looked out of the cell, making sure nobody or nothing was eavesdropping. He lifted his foot off the Brute, and jumped backwards to avoid any attack the Brute may have planned.
The Brute smiled, "We may be enemies, but we still hold our word to eachother well, don't we?"
The Master Chief said nothing in response.
"I would like you to know my name. I have a feeling you will be hearing it again." The Brute turned and used a device to deactive the forcefield, "My name is Brutus."
"Brutus, open the door now." The Chief demanded.
Brutus continued to slowly open the door, nodding, "I am king of the Brutes. I have power over all of them."
The door finally opened and the Master Chief peered around the corners, all clear on both sides.
Brutus laughed lightly, "I suggest you leave this ship. The Prophet is long gone, and I will be coming back with an army."
The Chief found the Brute talking about the war as if it were a friendly game of chess. "Are there any ships I can use?"
Brutus pointed to the hallway at the end of the tunnel, "That is all the help I shall give you." Master Chief nodded in thanks, "I will look forward to fighting you, Demon."
When the Master Chief disappeared from sight in the hallway, Brutus turned and ran.
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The Master Chief found a ship, however, it was occupied. No doubt about it, the Brute had sent him to an ambush. He twisted a Grunt's neck, then took the plasma pistol it carried. The rest of the Covenant inside the ship were alerted now. They came pouring out the bottom ramp. He downed two Grunts, an Elite charged through his fire. He clubbed the Elite in the face, fired and killed two more Grunts.
He noticed the Elite holding some strange object, it was like a black, deactivated, plasma grenade. Before he could finish the Elite, it pinned the grenade to his back. Certain death from a plasma grenade...
His suit went limp and his hud disappeared. The thing had powered down his suit. More Elites came from the ship. At first, when they all lifted him up, he thought they were going to do some sort of ritual with his body. He was wrong.
The Master Chief was thrown into the back of the ship, not even locked up. One Elite had its leg on his chest, just in case. It spoke to him, wiping away the blood from its injured face, "That object pinned to your back, some of our new technology, has many uses. You'll see them shortly."
The Master Chief could see the entire span of the ship from his position on the floor. One Grunt was positioned at the front of the ship, at controls. The rest of the Covenant ran out of the ship. The Master Chief felt the ship lift up. He saw out the cockpit window that they were turning now. Then, the pilot-Grunt specified a location to fly to. The Grunt hopped out of the seat and screamed down the ramp. The ramp raised, and the Chief was alone in the ship. He was able to move again, he noticed. He stood up and ran to the controls. It seemed that his destination was some sort of tower. The ship jerked forward at an unimaginably fast speed. He fell off his feet and flew against the back of the ship.
For now, the Master Chief decided it was better to rest. The Covenant had some complicated tricks up their sleeves.
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Kamikaze and DUI located a beam holding up the center of the tower.
Kamikaze, holding the explosives, said, "If we destroy that beam the entire thing will come down."
Johnson looked at all the explosives, "I think we should wait on that one."
Both A-types looked at the ground, clearly dissapointed.
Boom!
Both A-types instinctively pinned themselves against the giant pillar for protection, they made roomed for Johnson, who cursed as he lost his hat in the falling rubble.
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The Master Chief only saw the planet for a second, the next second he could see the tower he was bound to hit in the ship. Then the deafening noise filled his helmet.
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The A-types and Johnson ran from the building, leaving the explosives, which were rigged to explode by command.
The three of them went to the top of a nearby hill to see what or who had fired on them. Johnson fell over, having not sprinted in a very long time, "I'll wait here." He said panting between breaths.
Kamikaze used his suit's built in binoculars to further examine what appeared to be a human ship embedded in the side of the tower.
"Human ship of some kind. It's too mangled to really tell..." A figure crawled from the underside of the ship, they were in green Mjolnir armor, "Holy shit."
DUI zoomed too, "The Master Chief? We weren't supposed to meet up with him so soon. Oh well."
Kamikaze unzoomed and looked at his counter-part, "Is it just me, or is Johnson the only Marine left?"
"Huh, the explosion whiped them out didn't it."
Kamikaze mumbled something about their uselessness, and the A-types laughed. Johnson glared.
"We're going to go meet the Chief. He's never met us." One A-type said to Johnson.
Then the other said, "There's a lot of catching up we have to do."
Johnson put his head against the grassy hill while the A-types walked back toward the tower.
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The Master Chief didn't bother wiping off his armor, there was blood, his and the Covenant, and that sticky black plasma grenade which still refused to let go of him or explode. He sighed.
"Hey, MC." A voice called to him. The Master Chief lifted his head at the same time levelling the plasma pistol he had. He was aiming at two Mjolnir armors.
His mind suddenly raced. The possibilities of what these beings were could be endless. He knew who he wanted it to be... his old team...
"No need for that toy." One of them said, laughing. "We're here to help you."
The Master Chief asked, "Who- what are you?"
"We're A-types." The black one answered.
"A-types?"
"We were trained exactly like you- well, not exactly." The black armored one continued.
The other interrupted, "I'm DUI, he's Kamikaze." Kamikaze began to speak, "I'll tell it..." DUI cut him off.
"Ten years ago..." DUI began, "I was just a normal kid. Then of course you know what happened, the traditional, brutal, training after being kidnapped from my family. Then they decided to test a new method of training. So, basically, I was shipped off to a planet of nearly nothing, with the exception of Covenant. I managed to survive by eating Covenant that I hunted down and killed. If you ever have to pick one of their races to eat, choose Grunt. Nice texture."
Kamikaze laughed, "Yeah. I have to agree there. Brutes have too much fat on them."
The Master Chief stared at them.
"I have a different version of the story." Kamikaze said, "I, unlike him, volunteered for the training. I don't know exactly why, but I just hated my family. The military promised I'd never see any of them again. So I was like 'sign me up' and I was on a barren planet with only Covenant."
"After that they gave us our armors."
They did all that without their armors!? The Chief couldn't believe this.
"You still awake in there, Chief?" Kamikaze asked.
"Y-yeah."
"You look pretty beat up, and since we finished our mission here, we should get back to orbit." Kamikaze turned, "There's one Marine left from the mess you made landing."
"Good job on that one." DUI laughed and walked off.
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The Prophet watched a screen inside his escape pod.
Brutus appeared on the screen, "Sir, I present to you the successful cloning of the Demon and its armor. This day shall forever go down in history. It shall also mark the beginning of a new age for the Covenant."
"What age is that?" The Prophet couldn't help but ask.
"The one where the Demon is dead." Brutus opened a door, and in full white armor, was the Demon's clone.
"Good, but I want more." The Prophet frowned.
"May I ask why?" Brutus asked, his face lowered to the ground in respect.
"They are equals, a clone and the real thing, the real Demon could get lucky. We'd be right where we started."
Brutus watched as the Prophet disappeared from view, and stared at the wall, rethinking the conversation. The Prophet had said he wanted more. Brutus heart skipped a beat as he imagined an army of the Demon clones raining down on the human forces. The Prophet would not be disappointed with him.