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MARINE LOG: PLANET EARTH

SOUTHERN POLE

1000 HOURS

It was at this time that the marines at the MAC guns began to become bored, they were talking with one another and not attending their posts. Which they did not realize, become their downfall.

"Man, why are we the ones to have to stay guard up here while the others get to go down and have some action?" complained one marine to the other three. "Because we volunteered stupid," answered another marine.

Just then, the marines began to hear gun shots down south. So the marines went over to check it out, but by the time they got there, all that could be seen were mutilated bodies and blood red snow. "What the hell happened?" one the marines asked as he was examining the bodies.

All of a sudden, one of the marines began gagging and was acting like he was being strangled by someone. "What's with you?" asked a marine. However, to his response, a pair of blades came right out of his chest. His blood sprayed all over his companions. "What the! Run for your bloody liv-," shouted one marine as he started to run, but was stopped as from nowhere a steel lance came and was shoved through his neck and lifted him up from the ground.

Further down back at the camp, the admiral and his men were helping the last of the marines down into the hole. "Sir," one of the marines said as he came up to the admiral. "What is it private?"

"It's about our team back at the MAC guns sir"

"What about them son?"

"We've been calling them on the radio, and they haven't been answering"

"Hmmm, that is a problem,"

As the admiral said this, one of the marines flew right over him. "What the-," just as the admiral turned to see what did this, a bizarre bladelike boomerang came and went right into his skull.

"Admiral!" cried one of the marines. He could not see who was doing this. "Damn you, you Covenant bastards!" he shouted. And to his surprise he caught a glimpse of movement on his left. "Your camouflage doesn't fool me!" he dress his pistol and began pelting the area we saw movement. One of his shots were successful, because the elite began to materialize. Unfortunately, to his surprise whatever this opponent was, it was defiantly not an elite. It was a muscular alien, and much taller than he was. The marine quickly reloaded and aimed his pistol toward this new threat. But was unable to fire, for another one grabbed the arm his gun was in, broke the arm, kneed his chest (obviously braking his ribcage) and tossed him into the wall.

Then another one of the new aliens appeared, all three of them looked into the hole.

SPARTAN LOG: PLANET EARTH

SOUTHERN POLE: UNDERGROUND REGION

1000 HOURS

The Chief and his men just made it down to the bottom of the hole. "What in the world would the Covenant want to come to this place?" muttered Johnson to himself.

Just then they heard a scream, although not a human scream because it sounded really high. Johnson squinted, and to his surprise he saw a grunt running towards them. Johnson began to aim his rifle, but the Chief told him to put it down. For it seemed the grunt had no weapon.

The marines began to get ready for they thought it was a trap. However, to their surprise, the grunt ran right passed them and hid behind a rock. "Something scared this guy cleared out of his mind" said Cortana.

Sergeant Johnson then went over to the rock where this grunt was hiding and began to try and pull it away. "What do you think you're doing?" asked the Chief.

Johnson responded, "This little guy is our only chance to know what's up ahead." Finally, Johnson successfully pulled the grunt away from the rock and began dragging him by the leg.

"No please! I don't want to go back you can't make me!" shouted the grunt as he was being dragged.

The Chief went over to the hole they came from and took some of the cords they used to get down with, then tied it around the grunt to another rock. "Now, what is ahead that you didn't like?" asked the Chief.

The grunt responded, but it was hard to make out because he was so scared, "Pyramid… Others… Locked in… dark… spooky."

"Reckon he's told us enough," said Johnson as he butted the grunt in the head with his sniper rifle. This caused the grunt to go unconscious. Whenever we'll need him, we'll know just where to find him.

After a 10 minutes of walking, they found the pyramid. "How long has this been down here?" cried Johnson.

"I wonder why we haven't picked this place up with our radar." Wondered Cortana.

"Be on your guard men!" ordered Sergeant Johnson, "We don't know what we're getting ourselves into."