Note: Prior to my promise, I have gotten three reviews from fabulous fans and am now releasing this crazy chapter. By the way, though I have a lot of chapters on this thing, the reason is because I was on a writing spree, so just look at the date to see when this story really origininated. Just cause I have a lot of chapters and only 15 reviews doesn'tmean I suck dude. More than one Covenant force is fighting the MC…
Hey, if I found out how, I'm gonna also see if I can show you guys a my halo rap. Crazy stuff and it doesn't suck either. If you want the lyrics just say so in a review and I'll send it. But it would probably sound better if I sang it. Yup.
Ch. 11 " Cammies!"
John looked at his surroundings. He was standing in a cementary, with the graves of all his friends lying around him. He felt a tingle on his spine. There was something here…
Dirt flew in the air as the gravestones collapsed on the cold soil. Decayed hands grabbed at the edges of their hole as bodies from each grave slowly climbed up to the surface.
His instincts kicking in, John pulled out his SMG. Howver, instead of the caseless sub-machine gun that was always there during battles he was holding a strange tube filled with green liquid. The index.
The zombies slowly encircled John and began to chant.
" You stopped the key from turning. Why are we dead? Why did you abandon us John?"
" I had no choice!" screamed John. " I had to fulfill my mission! I'm sorry…" he knelt to the ground and began to sob.
" There will be no remorse when you are in the void," a dark voice suddenly echoed. John looked up in just as the bodies began to converge together.
A huge green monster stood in front of the Spartan. With no face, no arms, with no humane features on its face, the enormous blob shadowed John. Green slime dripped from its tentacles.
" I am the sum of your fears John. I shall ease your pain by making you into nothingness."
The tentacles shot forth and bound themselves around John. He squirmed and kicked, but to no avail. Just as he lost all hope, he saw two SMG's near his feet. He picked them up and roared in anger as he sprayed the monster with the bullets. Multiple screams erupted from the monster as it slowly began to pour out its murky blood.
The Master Chief awoke abruptly as the scream ehoed in his mind. As he got up from his sleeping position a sudden suspicion caught at him. Since when had the screams been so loud in his dream? Turning on his COM, he decided to find out.
" Sergeant," he whispered into his COM. Several seconds of silence passed before he heard the gruff voice of the man.
" Damn…what is so important that could have waken me from my beauty sleep?" he muttered slowly from grogginess.
" I just want to make sure that all team positions have been accounted for. Could you do a run through?"
" In medical terms they'd call you paranoid."
Static glazed over the radio for several seconds as the Sergeant got in contact with the team.
"Alpha team, you there?"
"Sergeant, do you think we'd go on a nature hike at this time of the hour?"
" Bravo team, copy in."
" ergh…uhh…I'm not getting any younger Sarge."
"Charlie team, wake up!"
" What I hate most about the army…"
"Gold team! What up?"
" All eagle eyes are closed sir."
" Delta team, come in."
No response.
"Delta squad leader, stop being a lazy ass and answer!"
No response.
" Shit," muttered the Sergeant. Several seconds of silence passed before he responded. " Master Chief, I want your team to go check up on Delta and see what their situation is. If there's a problem contact me, and if they're still sleeping, do me the favor of stuffing your foot up his ass."
" Roger that Hanson," replied the Chief. He stood up and grabbed his Battle rifle.
" We're moving out to check up on Delta's position. Two assault riflemen, a rocket launcher and a sniper will be the firepower of our team. Load and let's move.
After stocking up, the team slowly headed into the forest. Passing trees, bushes and large shrubbery the forest seemed like a serene place. Until they reached a small clearing near a large boulder.
Blood was streaked on the trees. The six dead corpes of the Delta fireteam lay decaying rapidly in the ground. Empty shell cases littered the ground yet no plasma scorches indicated that a battle had ensued. The Spartan walked over to the body of the leader and inspected it. A huge gash cut through his back, exposing his spines and leaking intestines as the blood still flowed from the wound.
Other marines found similar wounds. Some were beheaded while others had their necks snapped or gaping holes in their chests. Though the carnage had laid waste six good men, the Master Chief couldn't help but sigh in relief. This was not the work of the enemies that he had dreaded in his dreams.
" Camies!" he yelled to his team mates. " They've got their invisibility on so we won't be able to see or detect them. Watch carefully for shimmers in the air or for the light glow of plasma swords."
As the marines spread out movement could be heard behind the darkness of the trees. A Hell-jumper suddenly screamed as his throat began to rapidly spew blood. Watching the shimmer that passed by the dying the soldier, the Spartan fired several three-round bursts into the moving air. A roar of rage, and a dead Elite fell to the ground.
" Retreat!" barked the Master Chief as he grabbed the rocket launcher from the dead Hell-jumpers hands. Pressing the trigger, he fired two rockets at the grove behind him. Blood and body parts littered the air as five grunts and two Elites were blown apart.
As they neared the encampment, plasma fire began to fly around them, scorching trees and bursting into dirt as they came dangerously close to their mark. A marine yelled in pain as needlers flew into his calves. A moment later he screamed as the needles exploded and burst through his muscles and tissues. The Master Chief ran back and carried the wounded marine as he radioed for help.
" We've got camies swarming on our position southeast from the main gate. All members of Delta team are KIA. We've got one soldier down and another wounded.
The tanks and Hunters began to fire into the forest that the group had just come from. The sound of shell casings hitting the ground was continuous as the Warthog's chain gun began to pepper the nearby shrubbery with its bullets. Rockets blasted into the forest, shredding trees and coughing dirt as the missiles slammed into the ground. The crack of sniper rifles could be heard while the sound of small arms fire could be heard from a supporting fire team. A medical unit arrived with a stretcher and began to evac the wounded marine from the fighting.
After five minutes of continuous shooting, the Sergeant ordered the vehicles and marines to cease fire.
" Alpha and Bravo! Get your asses over to that location and provide backup. Charlie, hold position! I want gold team to scope out the area for any shimmers of funny looking air. Someone get Toto on the line to tell the Hunters to regroup with us."
Suddenly, the radio frequency crackled as various voices filled the speakers.
" This is alpha team. And we're in a whole pile of shit! We're getting peppered by more camies at our location. We've got suppression fire on us and we're pined behind the gate's pillars! We need immediate assistance!"
" Bravo team reporting! We've just lost all our snipers! Something just climbed up the tower and slashed all their throats. Two warthogs and a tank have been destroyed by plasma grenades and we're under heavy fire. Need backup ASAP!"
" All units fall back!" yelled the Sergeant. " Form a semi-circle around the gate and we're going to try to get into the city!"
The fireteams and vehicles slowly headed towards the main gate as they battled the invisible enemy. Lucky shots would expose an Elite attempting to stop its intestines from popping out of its stomach walls or grunts with half their heads missing. Hunters sprinted into the field and began to swing their guns and shields, smashing down unlucky Elites and squashing Grunts in its rampagne. However, many times the marines would be firing at nothing and have their necks cracked or stabbed from behind. Waves of marines fell as vehicles exploded from plasma grenades or damaged by the plasma swords. Hunters that had been firing their fuel rods or charging suddenly fell, an orange fountain squirting from their backs or severed necks.
The Master Chief had fired his last two rockets into the ground where he had spotted faint shimmers. Three Elites were blown to bits as their blood mingled with the dirt. He quickly switched back to his shotgun and recklessly ran into the area where he had spotted the invisible foes. He began to rapidly pump and fire the shells as Elites and grunts with blown heads of torsos appeared in midair. Bullets tore the air as the gunner and the riflemen began to let loose a wave of hell at the Covenant.
Stepping over a dead grunt with a hole in its cone-shaped head, the Master Chief ducked just as a sword was swung at his neck. Bringing his gun to bear, he fired two shells at point-blank range at the spot where the sword had curved. An Elite appeared, holding a plasma sword and growling as its shields disappeared from the two shots. Realizing his shotgun was dry, the Master Chief quickly pulled out a pistol. He fired a round into the alien's head, and the Elite fell, blood squirting from the hole that had appeared on its forehead.
The Master Chief and his group finally reached the main gate. A group of both marines and tanks had formed a semi-circle around the gate and were holding back the Covenant while a group of marines were attempting to open the gate. Fire flew back and forth as marines and Covenant dropped from the hits. The ground lay stained with a variety of colors from the different species' blood.
The Master Chief sprinted to the makeshift line and began to add his firepower to the fray. Yet, the odds were piled high against them, they were up against a wall bunched up together, firing at places where they thought the Covenant were. They were all going to die if that gate didn't open.
The Spartan backtracked towards the group of marines that were attempting to open the door. The Gate was huge, enough to fit at least three Scorpion tanks. It's doors were embroidered with strange terrestial symbols on them, figures and symbols that somehow seemed familiar to the Master Chief.
As he scanned the huge entrance he noticed a clear block in an adjacent pillar that didn't match with the rest of its constructs. Without thinking, he pressed his palm against it and watched in amazement as the block disappeared, leaving a colorful control panel with similar symbols that covered the monitor. A wave of excitement and fear washed over the Spartan. This was the same control panel he had activated countless times on Halo.
Memories of mutilated bodies and dying marines dashed through his head as he stared at the controls. He pushed his fear aside and activated the panel. If they didn't regroup inside that city, they would all be dead. But as he watched the gates creak slowly as they began to open a sudden impulse made him question. Was he just prolonging his death to witness something even worse?
The marines gave a whoop of joy as they saw the Gates slowly open. The Sergeant quickly began issuing orders on his radio.
" All marines have first priority of making it into the compound. Once you're in I want you to began lobbing grenades like hell to the enemy. Then I want the warthogs next and then the Hunters. Last I want a line of tanks in pairs coming through so that we block any space where that scum can slide through. Make it snappy!"
The marines began sprinting as the tanks took up defensive positions. The Warthog's turrets sprayed hell while the tanks continued to fire the round of shells into the shrubbery. The blast of fuel rod cannons issued as the Hunters sent the green balls of compacted plasma slamming into the ground and spreading its pain. Distorted bodies of Covenant appeared, withering and slowly melting from the extreme heat. The procedure was surprisingly efficient, the snipers were distracting the enemies with their sabot rounds that forced the Covenant to duck for cover everytime a round flew.
Just as the half the Hunters had made it into the city, green balls of plasma flew from the Covenant position and smashed into the group's position. Marines screamed as they were disinigrated by the blast. Warthogs flipped from close hits while tanks exploded.
The Spartan realized who was firing. On Halo, veteran grunts had used fuel rod guns to attempt to his Banshee when he had been attempting to destroy each power core on the planet. The shots were similar to the Hunters except they were weaker but much faster, able to fire five shots before reloading. The one disadvantage besides the weight of the weapon was that the fuel rod gun's ammo clip was a dead giveaway due to its sparkling energy cores.
" Aim for the glowing spots near the back of the assault. They've got grunts with Fuel rod cannons!"
Heavy fire swept over the fire, revcealing Grunts with blown off heads or multiple holes stuck in their chest. Less of the green plasma fired, and the fight was now more even footed.
The Master Chief stayed back to assist the vehicles. Running low on ammunition, he had picked up a pair of plasma rifles from a beheaded Elite and had began to fire plasma wherever he "felt" a presence. The plasma broke down the Elite's shields, penetrating their armor and burning through their organs. Three Elites already lay dead, their blood oozing on the grass as the Spartan brought down a pair of grunts. The tanks were now the last ones to head through the Gate.
As his plasma rifles spewed plasma waste from the constant firing, the Spartan saw an operator that had just backed his Scorpion into the gate scream as he was lifted from the cockpit and sliced in half. The cockpit door closed and the Master Chief realized how dire the situation had become. The Elite now had control of a Scorpion.
The turret of the tank turned, and a high velocity rocketed towards a nearby tank, cracking its hull and destroying its head. The turret rotated for another target.
Though the Master Chief was saddened by another loss of a marine, he couldn't help but admire the Elite for having learned the controls so quickly. However, it was endangering his comrades and pinning down the other tanks. It was time to do what a Spartan did best.
He took a running start and leaped. His feet implanted on the sides of the tank and he slowly began to crawl his way towards the cockpit door.
Just as he was about to cross over the secondary/coaxial gun it began to fire AP-T bullets from its opening. He ducked as the bullets flew inches from his helmet, ready to cut him to shreds if he were so much as tilted his neck. With time against him, the Spartan was forced to go to extreme measure. He primed a plasma grenade and stuck it to the side of the gun and immediately jumped from the moving vehicle.
A huge explosion tore the gun to pieces as it left a huge dent in the armor. The Master Chief sprinted towards the vechicle and with a leap landed precisely on the cockpit door.
" You're fun is over," he snarled as he began to clobber the driver with uppercuts and hard punches. Grabbing the Elite by the neck, he lifted it out of the vehicle and stared at for a second.
" Have a nice day," the Spartan muttered as he primed and stuck another plasma grenade on its forehead. " Tell your little friends I've returned your grenade."
With a large heave he threw the Elite thirty feet towards the ground. Shrieks and screams issued from the Grunts as the roaring Elite exploded in a blue light, taking with him the screaming Grunts.
" Just a little mark to remember me by."
