I'm glad my reviewers like the story and think it is funny, but I am gearing it towards the action. I will change it by popular demand if necessary. So happy to be getting reviews. Remember, one a chapter isn't much to ask for but it will get me to keep going. If I get more, then I'll do a longer chapter and work harder on it.
Twenty Jags advanced on the Spartans. Cortana looked through the feed and sent a message to the. "Well boys, don't be afraid. The Jags can create illusions, but the illusions can take hits, too. They won't hurt you, but be wary because they will cover for the real Jaguars. Keep ammo in reserve, otherwise they'll drain you dry."
The Spartans, refreshed with this knowledge, opened fire cautiously. They were careful about wasting their ammo, and found ways to distinguish between real and fake Jaguars. The fake people, for one, bled a slightly different shade of green. They also bled if shot where the armor would have been.
Dan fired a test shot into the armor of a Jag, but it bounced off. "Oh shit that one's real," he concluded. He dodged a swipe of claws and pulled out both of his magnums. He jumped over the Jaguar and held both guns to the creature's neck. "Bet your armor can't help you against this!" BRAP BRAP!
Andrew fired a shot from his rocket launcher, saying "Screw this!" It hit three real and four fake Jags and took them all down.
"I'll finish these off, you go clear that room." Dan spread his arms at out at head level, aiming at two Jags that were rushing him putting a cap through the head of a real and another through a fake.
Albert soon found that energy swords were essentially useless against Jags as their bodysuits absorbed the energy broadcast by the sword. He threw it down and reached for the closest weapon, a brute plasma rifle. It fired fifty shots before overheating, all of which struck the Jag in the chest. Its energy absorbing suit took roughly thirty of the shots and then overheated. The generator pack exploded like a plasma grenade and took out a fake as well as the real that wore it.
Nick had his shotgun out and blasted through the "core" of a real, causing it to twitch uncontrollably. Its claws grazed him, but cut apart two fakes. He turned his attention to one that was aiming its jaguar claw at him. He ducked, rolled, fired, rolled, pistol whipped and stood. He tossed his shotgun to Albert who was desperately dodging the claws of a real with a broken arm. Albert seemed to be punching back at points but was not doing much good. He grabbed thee shotgun and blasted the creature through the head. Nick picked up a dropped Jaguar claw and shot it, hitting two fakes and a real. The fakes went down, but the real took the bullet and kept coming. It jumped high in the air and dive-bombed Nick, claws first. The claws grazed his shoulder and Albert finished it off with a shotgun shell.
The Jaguar claw was a powerful, stocky weapon with a two and ten times scope. It can fire three shots at once which explode upon contact. Similar to the needler, but on a larger scale. Very imprecise when at close range, especially comparatively against other covenant weapons. Good against large groups and, as it can be shifted to single shot, is a great sniper weapon. Magazine fed, but seems to have a backup system. If no magazine, it fires like a covenant carbine but with rapid fire. Has a solar panel to allow unlimited ammo capacity. All around amazing gun.
The boys suited up. Nick hit his com, "Arbiter, are you there?" Static. "Arbiter, are you there?" Static, then a slurred message.
"Nick, we were…attacked. Forerunners had…new weapon…killed all of…us…I was hit…probably will…pass out in…few moments…we're in…the…ugh…" There was the sound of an energy sword being ignited. They heard the Arbiter fight with a foe, though they were unsure as to who. They heard a thunk and then only static.
"Oh my god…he's…" Dan started.
"The Arbiter…why?" Andrew began.
"We should have been there to help them!" Nick cried.
"YES HE'S DEAD! NOW, I CAN TAKE OVER THE COVENANT RACE WITH NO ONE BUT THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND SOLDIERS TO STAND IN MY WAY!" Albert said.
"Dude, you have issues. I've got the number for a great psychiatrist. I went for counseling but that's not how it ended." Andrew lied.
"You wish."
(Please pause while Andrew ATTEMPTS to hurt Nick, but gets his head shoved through a wall and then is dumped in a garbage pail.)
"Let's keep moving, we'll find Arbiter's body and then get the hell outta here." They all agreed and turned around. They were shocked at the sight...
"Master Chief sir, who the hell are they?"