Halo: War of Alligence
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Chapter 1- Midnight Massacre
Planet: Halo
Current Time: 12:45, Eastern Standard Time
Location: Covenant Outpost 4173
Garrison: 15 Grunts, 8 Jackels (on patrol), 1 Hunter
Current Objectives: Patrol area and report any suspicious activity.
Thalus, the lone Hunter at the outpost, growled loudly. "The damn power's out again!". Chearner, the short grunt mechanic, kicked a small mound of dirt. "Well it's not my fault! I can't help it of we don't have enough power-cells right now. Until the convoy shows up, we just have to cope with it." "What kind of dumb excuse is that, anyway?" Thalus asked as he looked at his friend. "One that'll keep the Prophets off our backs. So, hows that pulse pistol of yours? Is it still working?" Thalus unholstered his pistol and held it up to the small grunts face. "What does it look like?" Without warning, Chearner snached the pulse pistol out of Thalus' hand and started disassembling it. "What the hell are you doing?" Thalus yelled as Chearner took it apart. Thalus tried to snatch it out of the grunt's hands, but Chearner danced around and held the gun up to the sky. Suddenly, he stopped dancing and lowered the pistol. His eyes went wide with fear as he looked at the sky. Dropping the pistol, he turned and ran as fast as he could screaming "They're here! Run for your life!" Thalus watched Chearner run away with a confused look on his large face. He looked up at the sky. That's when he saw it. A large ball of fire. Getting bigger. Headed right for him. The last thing he had time to do was look at the fireball and say "Oh, shit!" The fireball slammed into Thalus, sending chunks of meat flying all over the outpost square.
Kalla, the veteran Jackel, looked through his micro-googles and sighed. "Any sign of the convoy?" "None yet." Margid, the youngest jackel replied. "Do you think Thalus will get 'promoted' when the convoy arrives?" Waltozen murmured. "Fuck Thalus, he's a pussy!" Cerber, the so called "Bad-ass" jackel said. "What the fuck's your fuckin' problem?" Chirub, the wise-ass jackel, turned to him and said "Thalus and Cerber never got along too well." "Why?" "Ya see, Cerber and Thalus hated eachother since they met, so Cerber drugged his food-nipple. Except, Thalus used a different one and eventually found out." "Then what?" "As a twisted act of revenge, Thalus took a dump on Cerber's bed." "And that fuckin' bitch never fuckin' paid for it yet." Cerber yelled. "Settle down, Cerber. That's enough out of you." Kalla shouted. "We're here to watch for enemy activity, not reflect on past experiences! Now shut up!" "Hey! What's that?" one Jackel said as he pointed a finger to the sky. Chirub spun around and saw a ball of fire headed for the outpost. "COME ON! WE GOT COMPANY!"
John Berring stepped out of the landing pod. Luckly, there was still a cloud of smoke and dirt around him and the pod. 'I better hurry up. They're sure to have heard that.' he thought as he grabbed his pistol and delibrightly left his assault rifile. Running to one of the sides of the outpost, he hid behind some barrels and waited. "Here they come." he said as he heard the confused chatter of grunts getting closer and closer.
Chearner and five other grunts approached the strange craft. And where the hell was Thalus? "Thalus? Where are you Thalus?" Chearner said loudly. As he walked towards the pod, he stepped on something squeeshy. Looking down at the goo, he realized he found Thalus. "Hey! Come look at this!" yelled the grunt closest to the pod. Chearner and one other grunt waddled over to the pod and looked in as two others stayed behind and stared at the remains of Thalus. "What is that?" Meekly asked as Chearner pulled a human weapon out of the pod. The two grunts closest to him loomed over the strange human weapon. "What is it?" "I don't know."
Berring zoomed in with his pistol. 'That's it! Just a little closer.' he thought as he locked on to the head of the nearest grunt.
"I'll tell you one thing. That'll make one hell of a wall ornament.! Ha ha!" Meekly laughed. Suddenly, there was a gunshot. Chearner and the other grunt watched in horror as Meekly's head exploded into spraying chunks of bone and flesh. Chearner and the other grunt turned and ran as fast as their short, stumpy legs cloud carry them. As Chearner ran, he heard three more shots and saw the heads of the other three grunts explode into splinters of skull and blood. Chearner ran into the corridor and headed for the control room. "Chearner, what's wrong?" said the black armored grunt. "RUN! THEY'RE HERE!" Chearner screamed as he ran past three other grunts and out the back door. Two grunts ran into the hallway to investigate. The black armored grunt heard a series of gunshots and saw the two in the hall get gunned down, their blood spraying all over the walls and floor. A grenade rolled into the room. "Holy shit!" the black armored grunt yelled just before the grenade went off. The explosion shook the outpost and destroyed the control room. Balop, the grunt in charge of security, looked at the monitor. "What the hell was going on? What's with all those gunshots? GUNSHOTS? Oh shit! There's an intruder!" he yelled. Chearner called him on his com-link. "Balop? Are you there?" "I'm here. What the hell's going on?" "We're under attack!" "By who? I don't see anything on my monitor!" "I'm telling you we're under attack!" "By who? I haven't seen any intru...AHHHH!" "Balop! Balop!" Chearner yelled as he ran to the security room. When he found Balop, he lowered the human weapon. Balop was sitting in his chair. His throat was cut. And his blood was running down his uniform and onto the floor. "Dammit, Balop." Chearner whispered as he looked at his dead best friend. As he looked at his friend's corpse, he heard a noise outside the door. Chearner turned towards the door and raised the human rifile. Suddenly, he heard a bang on the door. Pulling the trigger, he fired at the door and watched bullet holes appear. He held the trigger in until the clip was empty. A smile appeared on his face as he walked to the door. He knew he'd get a promotion for killing the human that slaughtered all the others. The door opened and Chearner stopped dead in his tracks. Fuck! That wasn't a human! That was Obleseer! Holy fucking shit! He killed a fellow grunt! As he stared at the grunt he murdered, no, accidently ended his life, he sensed a presence behind him. He spun around and saw him. A tall, muschtashed human, leering at him. Chearner immeditly pointed the gun at the human and pulled the trigger. Then he realized it was out of ammo. The human slapped the gun from his hands and high-kicked him in the face. Chearner fell backwards and landed on his back. The last thing he saw before blacking out wasthe human calling someone. "This is Berring. I cleaned out the outpost. I got one grunt in captivity." "Good. Take him to the gate and meet us there. Kalla out."
