This is a comical series of shorts inspired by Admiril Toto's Origin of the Halo Games.
My first entry, please critique it after u read.
I do not own Bungie or Halo.
Enough of this pointless disclaimer crud, here's the good stuff. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Juggernaut
(Setting: Halo 1- MC is insidea forerunner instalation that is being held by the Covenant)
The Master Chief pleasured himself in wasting the rest of the battery in the plasma rifle he had on the fallen elite in front of him. Blood splattered in every direction, and the MC laughed outloud.
When the plasma rifle was empty, he crouched down and drew "Demon was here" in the blood, and exchanged his rifle for the one the elite was grasping. He then got up and took off down the hallway, blood dripping from his finger.
Iri Regula jumped out of his spot on the transport and ordered his grunts to charge into the instalation in front of him. The Demon has fouled this holy sanctum with his presence. He shall pay for insulting the Gods Regula thought too himself as he trailed behind the Jakals that had got off with him.
He stepped inside the building and gave a howl of rage when he saw the blood of his fallen brother, with the message that was left in his blood. "Demon, you will not live to see the sun fall this night!" Regula yelled at the top of his voice. Fists clentching and mandibles twitching, the sangheili dashed down the hallway ahead of his troops.
Spartan 117 gave an evil grin as he turned a corner to find a group of grunts curled up on the floor sleeping. He crept up behind the nearest one, and smashed its head into the ground. The grunt gave a little grunt (hehe) and didn't move. The Chief took a plasma gernade off of its belt, and stuck it on his own.
He amused himself by breaking the next grunts neck, and putting its hands in its mouth. He gavea similar fate to the rest of the snoring midgets. Some he would rip thier legs off and shove them down their throats, and others he would twist their heads all the way around.
When he reached the last grunt, who was still amazingly snoring away, the Spartan jabbed him in the eyes, causing his armored gloves to go strait into its brain, causing it to shake uncontrolably, and then crumple up dead.
When the Chief turned away from his job well done, he noticed a purple crate that had racks of plasma gernades on it. The Chief stared at the crate for a minute, then was startled by an angry cry of an elite somewhere behind him. He looked back down the hall, then looked back at the crate, thought a minute, and smiled.
Regula was pushing his body to move as fast as it could, and was about to fall from the pressure, when he turned the corner and faced a room stained all over with blue opaque blood. He then noticed that a few bodies that appeared to have once been grunts laid out in a line infront of him.
A few minutes later the rest of his squad came around the corner, all panting and weezing. The grunts stared in horror as well, and a brave Jakal went up and poked his leader in the back with the butt of his gun. The elite jumped in surprise and turned in mid air, bringing his arm around out stretched. His arm caught the Jakal in the chin and caused him to fly into the wall. The elite was taken aback when he saw he had just hit one of his own men, and a grunt turned and ran screaming "They're everywhere!"
Regula turned his back to the group again and walked into the room, looking at the wall behind him at the stack of grunts that lined up the sides of the opening he just went through, with a long line of them connected in odd places forming a line above the enterance. On top of them was a crate. Regula stared in stupor and started to move closer to the contraption, when one of his grunts recognized their friend in a stack and ran to him and tugged, causing the whole pile to fall.
Regula caught a glance of a blue flame erupt from the crate as it fell and then he realized just why the bodies were stacked around the doorway. The room was engulfed in a bright blue light and Regula was blinded, stung, and then chilled.
The Master Chief felt a sudden quake in the ground under him and smirked, imagining the look on the revengeful elite as he was blasted into a million pieces. He turned another corner and faced the exit ramp of the instalation, ran up it, and was surprised to see a trio of hell jumpers crouched behind a large rock that rested a few feet away from the exit.
A marinelooked back at the chief in awe, andyelled "Hey! does this mean I get my lunch break?"
The other two apparently didn't notice the arrival of their savior, but were still peeking over the rock, each with a sniper in hand firing away.
"Ha! Three with one shot! Beat that gallard!" One of them yelled. "You are still four behind, it doesn't matter"Gallard replied calmly, firing three shots as he spoke. "Scratch that, eight behind." He remarked again as he pulled his clip out and popped a new one in.
The marines stopped talking again, so the Chief decided to see just what they were competing over. He walked up behind the rock and saw that a valley stretched below them, and at the end of it another building stood with a large deck infront of it, chock full of Covenant.
The first marine fired once more and a big blue explosion appeared on the decksetting off a chain reactin of fallen plasma gernades. A gold armored elite was running from the dominoe effect of fire, and the marine shot again and set off another chain of fire, this one heading back towards the eilite. It jumped in surprise and turned around, only to face the first wave of plasma. The two flamewalls me right under the elite, sending him flying when his own gernades went off.
"That still only counts as one!" Gallard shouted at the first marine. The Chief took that moment to tap them both on the shoulder, and they both jumped in surprise, but then let out a cry of joy when they saw it was a spartan that had broken their fight.
"Blimey, I didn't even realize you were there, Chief. Bet you couldn't pull off some bloody shot like that could ya?" The first marine shot at the MC. Mind your place, Private, he is your superior officer. As am I for that matter." Gallard said to the marine. He then snapped to a salute to the Chief, who returned it, and said "Sergeant Gallard at your service, sir! Thank goodness your here, though. Don't think we have enough shot to take them all out from here."
The private, following suit, also saluted. "Private Armstrong, sir. But I must detest. We helljumpers are the best of the best, we have no need of some top secret machine." The other two marines looked as if they agreed, but put it off when the Chief cleared his throat. "I'm glad you feel that way. Your little game has just called some playmates out to join us." The Chief said nodding in the direction of the deck, where a pair of hunters were emerging, lifting up their fuel rod cannons into firing position.
Armstrong hefted his rifle and let out two shots, and the hunters fell on top of eachother. He turned and opened his mouth to say something to the Chief, but let out a cry of horror when he saw something behind him.
The other three turned as well and saw a towering figure standing in the dorrway, completely covered in a strange blue fire. "Demon, you have fouled this holy relm with your presence. You have spilt the blood of my brother, and my fellow men. You sought to kill me, but your trick has backfired. Now prepare to meet the same fate as my brother!" The figure yelled at the chief and flicked its hand in his direction, causing a blob of plasma to fly at him. The chief bent backwards to where his back was almost parallel to the ground and popped back up, only to take another burst right in the face.
The plasma caused his shields to go out, and they weren't recharging. The ex-elite gave a menacing war cry and charged at the humans, who dove in four different directions. The chief pulled the trigger of his rifle as he fell, spraying the beast until the gun overheated. He dropped it in surprise, having no shields to protect him from the heat of the plasma. He yanked off a plasma gernade and activated it, took aim, and tossed.
Regula charged at the nearest human, smacking its face in with a wave of plasma from his fist. the blow burned a hloe through the human's face, and it howled in pain. Regula turned just in time to see a blue spark stick tohis chest, and then explode. The blast knocked him off of his feet and burned out a spot of the fire that engulfed him. I don't know how much longer this effect will remain. It was a blessing from the Gods, and I must use itto avengethem, and my brother Regula thought as he got back up. He charged at the Chief, who stood ready, fists infront. As he was dashing toward the Demon, another human dove in his coarse, causing him to trip and fall on the being. The human was immediatly set on fire and cried in pain, making Regula laugh as he started to get back up.
While the flamming elite was distracted, the Chief took the time to gain a better hand on the battle. He dashed at the elite and kneed it in the face as it was getting up the elite doubled over, and the chief's knee caught fire. His enviromental saftey feature kicked in, however, and quickly put out the fire. The Chief stood over the elite, who was laying still. The remaining marine came over and stared down on the elite. "Is it dead?" he asked.
Almost as if by que, the elite reached up and grabbed the marine's head and smashed it onto his own, there was a resounding crack, and the marine fell over. "Now that wasn't very nice," The Chief began, "But your thirst for revenge has just lost you your shielding over your face. Tell your bro I said hi" He finished and slammed his boot down as hard as he could on the unprotected face of the elite. The heel crushed throught the mandibles right into the throat, and the front cracked through the front of the skull. The elite drew its last breath and didn't budge.
Just to make sure there were no more surprises, the Chief took a fragmentation gernade from the downed sergeant, pulled the pin, and stuffed it in the elite's mouth. He ran down the valley away from the elite and heard the reassuring explosion, and gave a sigh of relief. Just as he was climbing the ladder that led to the deck, his shields started beeping and the charge display on his HUD filled up. The Chief scrambled around for another plasma rifle, and headed for the next entry.
Author's notes:Well that's my first entry for yeh. Comment please. I know it was a little weird, but an original and pretty cool idea. I thought that the explosion of all that plasma at once hitting Regula's shields caused a weird reaction in the shields system, and caused them to set on fire. Next chapter coming. Plan for Oddball.
