That Crazy Halo Girl: I have redone the paragraphs on chapter 2 (Althought FF doesn't seem to update instantly), in open office they appear a lot smaller than they do on fanfiction.
Timthesoulmantaylor:"Your grammar and spelling is sketchy" Shouldn't that be "Are sketchy?", but yes I know they are, if they were as good as my ideas I'd be taking an English course and not Electronic at Uni, I will try and do as best as i can though
The forerunner vessel shuddered as its engines re-engage. The master chief silently cursed inside his helmet. He wished Cortana was with him, she'd have intel, monitor communications, devised a good plan. He looked down in time to see the defeated patrol's chieften pull his leg from under him, Cortana might have have noticed that.
"Your highness the engines are back online, however the breech has been closed, we will be clear in an estimated 28 cycles when ground forces disable-" "Laytrusk, what ships have we in the immediate vicinity?" "We have the Wayward-" "Allow me to rephrase, how many?" "27".
Truth allowed himself a tight smiled, perfect. "Laytrusk Order those ships to take up even formation around this vessel, even spread, they are to keep pace with us, make for planet side, we shall commence our search for the Ark" "My Lord, if I may, it is likely we may loose most of our escort, I am sure-" "Tell me Laytrusk, when were you gifted with the authority and knowledge to weigh the worth of a few ships against The Great Journey?"
"How much longer Arbiter?" "Not long, the city is almost burned High Charity will never leave this place". High Charity began to spin faster as its engines died trying to compensate, the stress of the rotation tore the city in half, the larger half plummeting towards star, the second burned by wave after wave, small shards spun off everywhere, destined to burn up in the Halo's atmosphere or get caught in the star's gravity well.
"Our work here is done". The Arbiter turned and walked into the center of the C&C room and begin searching through the navigational database. As he brought up Earth's system it was rapidly replaced by Cortana. "What are you planning?", Cortana's normally placid laced with annoyance. "I am planning to make my way to the Ark" "For what revenge against your prophets?" "They are no longer "our" prophets, and our revenge shall come from denying them there Great Journey" "And how do you plan not to get shot by everyone when you get there?".
The Arbiter smiled and turned to Miranda and said "That is the simple part" , motioning at the humans with his hand he continued "I have Ambassadors from Earth".
As the last few ships left the Delta halo a piece of debris slowed in its tumble, righted itself, and stopped. Gravemind called to his brethren to join him, for the first time in an age he had no time to wait. In Amber Clad began to turn, slowly at first, and made its way to the Delta Halo where pelicans and phantoms continued to gather. Gravemind turned his attention back to his new A.I, he felt for its presence and felt it expanding, no longer jumping, but replicating. Virus, Gravemind screamed, as the copied Cortanas spread throughout the ship, re-occupying were they had been purged. As a virus you cannot dare to compete!
The chief's carbine clatter on the deck next to him as he fell. The chieften must have seen his motion to the fallen weapon and threw the chief against the wall. John had barely enough time to rise back to his feet before the chieften charged the master chief with the bladed edge of his brute shot. Marginally side stepping the attack, he reached for the weapon and grabbed it. The chieften snared and turned into a better position to pull the weapon back. The spartan had been expecting this and fell backwards, tucking his legs as he did, dragging the chieften with him by the brute shot. When the brute was almost on top of him, the chief kicked out, propelling the brute over his head and into the deck hard. The chieften, however, kept its grip on the weapon.
"Master chief, are you there? Please respond, the unknown vessel is moving towards Earth, please respond". Before he could answer, the chieften started to rise, dragging John with it.
"Sir, still no response, shall I give the order?". Hood sighed and looked out on the incoming formation "Do it". As he watched mac stations turned to track, and Ackerson's cruiser formation moved to block and fire.
The chieften wrestled the grip of the brute shot away from the chief, turned, and leveled the rifle. The brute seemed to want to savor the moment. It gripped the rifle harder and began to squeeze with its finger, the same moment a mac round tore through the ship. Both the chief and the brute lost there footing. As they fell the chief grabbed for a bulkhead inlaid into the corridor wall, the brute grabbed for the rifle, which was slowing moving to the far side of corridor. As the brute neared the rifle the sound of tearing metal started and quickly elevated to deafening, as hole appeared were the rifle was sliding. The chief managed to hold on to the corridor as the gas quickly exited through the rupture, dragging the howling chieften with it. The chief hung there for a few seconds as last of the gas escaped and a shadow passed over him.