Pulling the scorpion into position, Nick targeted the base carefully. Master Chief had loaned him Cortana and she calculated the exact spot it where, if hit, the entire base would come crashing down. Noting a few sentries on the roof, Nick took them out with the machine gun and then targeted the structure's breaking point. He shot with the heavy launcher, but missed it by three feet. He instead hit a barrack and killed a few elites. One that survived hit the alarm and soon, they were swarmed. Everyone jumped out of their vehicles and flipped the warthogs, providing cover. Albert quickly sliced off a turret and grabbed a grunt. Sitting him down behind it, he commanded the grunt to shoot.

Nick ducked behind a tank and sniped at the elite swordsman that was going to sneak up on them. "FOUR!"

Dan instantly jumped into the fray with his energy sword, "One, two, three, four, AH!" A gold swordsman swiped at him, "Finally, some competition!"

Albert was assassinating grunts left right and centre. "Half, one, one and a half, two, two and a half, three, three and a half, four, four and a half, five, five and a half, six."

Twitch was blasting away with his battle rifle amazingly. He took down a few elites and spotted a golden one. Tossing a grenade, he knocked it down, but it lay on the ground firing. He finished it off with a shot to the spine.

Andrew was lobbing grenades like crazy. He managed to take out fifteen grunts, putting him in first. Then, he felt an elite grab his arm and twist, spraining his wrist. His throwing hand weak and his rocket launcher too heavy to support with one hand, he picked up an energy sword and, with his left hand, decapitated the elite. He tried to take out another elite, but found it hard to wield the sword well. He picked up a plasma pistol and ducked behind a warthog so he would have some cover, saying, "Damn, gonna need a miracle to get out of this!"

Kevin was wielding his dual SMGs expertly and doing something good for once. He ripped through elites, four of them in less than ten seconds. Then, he was shot six times, once with a plasma pistol, once with a sniper, once with a thrown energy sword, once with dual pistols, and once with a dual smg. "GUYS! I KNOW YOU HATE ME, BUT NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO GANG UP ON ME!" He was silenced by a sniper shot to the forehead.

"Ding dong the fag is dead, ding dong the stupid fag is dead!" Albert said, he was about to sing again when an elite swung an energy sword at him. "Aww hell no!" He preformed a fatal lunge and stabbed the elite, then picked up the elites sword and removed his own. With two swords in hand, he announced, "SEVEN!"

"Big deal, I'm still winning," Andrew said.

"Eight! Nine!" Nick and Dan said unanimously

"AWW bullshit!" Albert and Andrew said at once. Andrew charged his plasma pistol and shoved it in a elite's face, then snapped the neck of a jackal with a kick. Albert was startled as two elites tried to flank him, but then crouched down, cut off four legs, and stood on their heads. Armor and skull gave way under twenty tons of Mjolinr armor.

"All tied up then I guess…" Nick said. "Poor Kevin, and it would have been so much fun to gloat on how we won." As he said this, twelve more elites came out. "Three each then."

Dan took his out with quick decapitations. Andrew pistol whipped one, charged blasted another and then tripped one over an edge. Nick took his out with a shotgun shell each. Albert used his dual pistols and hit headshots on all three. Five more came out and the group, slightly tired, weakly lifted their weapons and charged. They were about to fire/slash when ten shots rang out.

"Thought you might have needed some help, this M90 does the trick every time. Get in there, there'll be four Prophets. 343 guilty spark is trying to convince them to focus all of their attention on the human Spartan project. If he succeeds we're toast, and that means that Earth is toast." Master Chief said.

"Before we go, how many kills you get?" Albert asked.

"Seventy four and a half, plus a pair of hunters."

"You…are…my….god…" Albert said shakily.

"Let's go, Albanian wonder…"

"Those guys are pretty tough…Cortana, any buddies you have that you could give them?" Chief asked.

"Well, I do have a few ideas…" The A.I. said.

Inside the construct:

The four Spartans entered the complex and spread out. Nick was to take the Prophet of Remembrance, Albert the Denial, Andrew the Acceptance, Daniel the Shame. The Covenant were to make sure no Flood showed up—or Forerunners. Twitch, who had lost the competition was outside with Master Chief, providing cover for the tank and warthogs. Before entering the building, they had opened up a trunk to the warthog and gotten weapons. Dan was featuring dual pistols and a battle rifle, Nick got tons of ammo for his sniper and shotguns, Albert got a sniper and a sword and Andrew got a rocket launcher and grenades, as well as an over shield. The Arbiter's covenant who had been told to wait and let the new Spartans try out their capabilities. They now came out full blast and had weapons they were familiar with from the battle outside. The hunter was dual wielding a pair of bond brother's fuel rod cannons. The Arbiter was dual wielding needlers and had a backup plasma pistol. A grunt had an alien rocket launcher, another two plasma pistols, Laager had dual plasma rifles, Lilandra had an SMG and a battle rifle and their elite held a particle beam cannon.

"Let's move out. You know your objectives… fulfill them." The Arbiter said.

The five groups spread apart and went onward to meet destiny.