Ch. 14 The Horror Unleased
Note: (at the fanfic Oscars)
Speaker: And the winner of the best fanfic goes to…(uses his plasma sword to open the envelope) Admiral Toto for " The Breaking Point of Time!"
Loud applause and whistles as the handsome Toto walks onto the stageToto: Thank yup thank yup its an honor ( he points at the trophy of master chief whacking a grunt) of getting this trophy after such hardwork and PURE dedication. There are a few people I would like to thank.
Toto: my fans
Toto: my fans
Toto: my fans
Toto: my fans
Toto: my fans
Toto: my fans
Toto: my fans
Toto: my fans
Toto: and the people who wrote reviews, my fans
Loud screaming and applause at such a touching and meaningful speechToto: Thanks to these people, I have been giving the drive, the motivation, the pure will, to continue writing this story, knowing that you people are there to support me and give me credit for work that I had at first deemed " boring". Thanks a lot, I will continue writing for you all, and continue to play the part as the entertainer.
Halo theme plays and Toto walks off stage victoriousThe Elite gave an audible sigh.
With the control panel destroyed by the golden warrior the Elite had been forced to resort to getting a green Elite to open the Gate. The green Elite was using a handheld monitor to crack down on the Gate's defenses and permit them passage.
The Green Elite was a technician that worked closely with the Engineers to produce, fix and modify ships and weapons. It rarely participated in battles, though it was one of the best marksman with the Carbine. They mostly worked on ships or near intel bases, where they also ran the computers and built the defense weapons of the Covenant. It also knew the layout of the entire city, the city of the Sanghelei.
This grand city had been the home of the Sanghelei for centuries. The Sanghelei were dangerous predators that used their quick reflexes and strength to catch prey. Before they wore armor, each Sangheli's position in the hierachical order was based on his kills during hunts, his combat strength against other Sanghelei and his knowledge. These intelligent aliens lived and worked together in their city until the Prophets had come. The two species had fought for years, the Sanghelei never willing to succumb to the Prophet's will. However, they were no match against the psychic and energy powers of the Prophets and were forced to serve them. The Prophets in turn gave them new armor and weapons to increase their strength and endurance. They slowly brainwashed the Elites into believing of their God and the Holy Crusade that they had to undertake.
" It is done," muttered the green Elite as he stepped back. The Gate creaked as it slowly began to open.
" Elites! Draw your swords and head to the front line. I want grunts with the Fuel Rod cannons in the back to give supporting fire and the others to be behind an Elite and…"
Suddenly, out from the gap of the Gate sprinted the humans and Hunters. There backs were to the Spec ops team as the running group continued to fire at something behind them.
Before the Spec ops commander could order the team to fire, one of the humans roared to them, " Run you bastards, run!"
Behind the humans followed a few of their vehicles. Warthogs roared by the running marines, spewing bullets as it barely squeezed through the gap of the gate. The huge bellowing monsters in wheels fired their huge shells into the unseen enemy.
The Elite was so baffled at this sudden statement that he had forgotten to give the command. His team also seem baffled by the statement and a few grunts gave nervous squeaks. His confusion soon turned to horror as the thing that had been pursuing the humans came out from the city.
Small green creatures poured in waves toward the group. The tanks that had been steadily firing into the waves of the organisms stopped as the infestation crawled into the cockpit and killed the drivers. Marines tripped and screamed in agony as the flood of green overwhelmed them. Even the mighty Hunters were toppled by this force.
The marines on foot were picked up by the Warthogs as the vehicles passed by to cover the wounded. The overfilled vehicles put on a burst of speed as they roared away from the battlefield.
The Covenant were left with the infestation and were forced to battle it as it diverted its attention to them. Plasma bolts carved into the Flood as balls of the compacted plasma obliterated hundreds of the balloon-shaped creatures. The Elites swiped and slashed at the incoming wave, a few falling as a few of the creatures dodged his blows and grabbed on to his ankles. Grunts ran in circles screaming as they attempted to extract the parasites from their heads. The firepower of the team slowly decreased as each team member slowly was devoured by the small monsters.
Suddenly, the Flood stopped pouring from the city. The team rounded up the remainder of the enemy and blasted them with their plasma rifles.
The Elite leader surveyed the battle, or more like the massacre. Bodies of humans, Hunters and Covenant littered the ground that had turned green from the dead parasites. Plasma marks decorated the terrain with black scorch marks with miniature craters of the plasma grenades. Strangely, none of the corpses had any of their blood pouring from their bodies though they were slowly turning green. The Elite had a bad feeling about this change.
Just as the black Elite was about to order his team to retreat, the bodies of both humans, Hunters and Covenant rose to life. The mutant forms of the humans and Elites were of the same height as their former selves, though they had tentacles spewing from their chest and arms. Their faces had fused with their body to make one huge walking blob with tentacles that waved them menacingly. Even the corpses from the previous battle rose as mutilated forms.
The Hunters were a different matter. The huge armored aliens had now become even taller as humongous tentacles burst from their arms. The other arm carried the shield, which was unscarred and still a lethal weapon. The spines on their backs had lengthened to their fullest extent as juices dripped from the sharp points.
The Elite knew that their situation was hopeless as he poured fire on the nearest parasitic Hunter. His team opened fire as well and attempted to bring down the army that had been reborn. Screams echoed through the forest and city as grunts and Elites were impaled or beheaded by the waving tentacles.
Just as he was about to switch to his plasma sword, two combat forms of Elites and a human charged towards him. He slashed at the first two with lunges and uppercuts, slicing through the green gore as his sword sizzled. Just as he was about to turn to his enemy he felt a heavy shield slam down on his head. He felt neck snap, and waited for his journey to the Holy place.
