Long time no update. This is a long (well longer) chapter. Hope you like it! Oh, and thanks for all 0 of those reviews. Man, without your support i would have given up on this story long ago.

"Sorry for the quick jump, Sergeant." Keys said over the intercom, "You all right?"

"Bitch, need I remind you of the time Halo exploded? Remember how that didn't kill me?" Johnson lit up one of his cigars and sat back in the drop pod.

"Speaking of Halo…" Keys looked out the bridge window. Outside was another Halo. "Sgt, it appears there's another Halo…"

"Another Halo…" the Sgt said, coughing a little in surprise. "Why it must be full of-"

"Easy to kill Covenant scum!" Keys finished Johnson's sentence.

Johnson was stunned. "Damn, that bitch hates Covenant. Before this chapters over, I'm going to bang her."

"Sgt. you are aware that I can here you, right?" Keys said, a little annoyed.

"Yeah. I switched the intercom on so the whole ship knows: I is gonna be bangin you." The Sergeant took a puff of his cigar.

"Am I ever going to get a speaking roll?" Jimmie said, "Oh, there we go." Jimmie sat in the pod next to Johnson. "Excuse me, Lt. Keys? As much as I love this 2' by 2' box, can we get out?"

"Negative, Private." Keys said over the intercom. "Were going to send you and Johnson in to take out the Covenant and clear a landing zone."

Jimmie got a look of concern, "What do you mean by 'send' exactly"

"Hard drop." Keys pressed a button on her console that sent Jimmie and the sergeant hurdling toward the second Halo. Keys thought she heard Jimmie yell something about how he wasn't ODST certified, but she had long since turned off his com link.

Two orbital drop pods slammed into the ground about 100 yards from a Covenant encampment. Plasma fire filled the air as the doors on the two pods burst open revealing there cargo. Johnson charged out of his pod, sniper in hand. As he charged forward, he picked off a few grunts that were dumb enough to try to take him on. Johnson took cover behind a rock and reloaded.

Jimmie (who was still a bit shocked from the sudden drop) was a second behind the Sergeant. He pumped his shotgun and charged behind Johnson. While Johnson was reloading, Jimmie went ahead, taking out a jackal or two in the process. However, Jimmie noticed something was wrong.

"Sergeant!" Jimmie had to scream over the sounds of plasma fire that were coming from all around. "I think we have a problem!"

Johnson ran up to where Jimmie was crouched behind a boulder, "Watcha talikin' bout, Jimmie?"

A jackal approached on there location. "Here, watch." Jimmie ran up to the jackal and placed an entire shot from his shotgun into the jackal's chest. The jackal took a step backward from the force of the shot, but he hastily regained his balance. He was about to take a shot a Jimmie, but he was to slow. Jimmie fired a second round into the jackal, finishing him off. The jackal's body fell unceremoniously to the ground.

"What the fuck?" Johnson was thoroughly confused. But before he could ponder on this strange event, a second jackal had managed to sneak up on Jimmie. Johnson quickly sighted the Jackals head and pulled the trigger. The bullet passed inches away from Jimmie and went straight through the Jackal's skull. "Well, I'm not having any problems Pwnin'."

"I figured as much." Jimmie said, pulling a book out of his Buttsock (Props Halo Babies!). The book was bound in human skin and written in blood. It was the Necronomicon. "See, its right here. There's this skull that can make Covenant have more health."

Sgt. Johnson was dumbfounded by how much the last paragraph made no sense.

"In other words, if we don't get a head shot, it will just be wasted ammo." Jimmie closed the Necronomicon and put it back in his Buttsock. "We can only hope that they don't find any of the other skulls."

"Jimmie, there are so many things that need to be explained…" Johnson began rubbing his temples.

"I'm white, remember."

Johnson paused for a second, thinking about what Jimmie just said. "Hmmm. Yep, that explained every thing."

Deep within the temple that are heroes landed next to, several grunts were digging in a hole in the center of the room. A blue and a red Elite supervised them.

"How much longer must we watch these grunts dig?" the blue Elite said in a deep baritone voice.

"Patience brother, once we find this Holy Artifact, the Covenant will be unstoppable!" The red elite smiled a wide smile at the thought of all the humans he would pwn once the Artifact was recovered. One of the grunts started to holler.

"What is it?" the blue Elite demanded, walking toward the grunts. The grunt pointed toward the ground. "Finally, the artifact has been found!"

"So only head shots, huh? That's not going to be a problem for me." Johnson said, bastard smile in full swing, "But it looks like you're up shit creek without a paddle, Jimmie, since you're stuck with that shotgun."

"What shotgun?" Jimmie slammed a fresh clip into his battle riffle.

"But, wha…?"

Jimmie just shook his head. "Fucking poser." Jimmie began to walk off.

Johnson was tempted to shoot Jimmie in the face with his sniper, but something stopped him. It was as if the very essence of his blackness told him not to kill Jimmie. There wasn't any time for Johnson to ponder about any of this, as the Covenant had managed to surround him and Jimmie while they were talking.

Jimmie was a little worried. "Wha-What's the plan, Sir?"

"Pwn."

"Yes, Truth, we have located the Holy Artifact. What shall we do now?" The red Elite spoke into a two-way transmitter that was set up outside the temple. Its long antenna glowed with electricity as it awaited the Prophet's response.

"You must carefully remove the artifact from its resting place and simply hold it. The Artifact will do the rest." The Prophet's voice was followed by static as the connection went dead.

The red Elite walked back into the temple where the Holy Artifact still lay. Carefully grasping the smooth round object, he lifted it and held it in his hands.

Thunderstorm

Johnson took the Elites and Jimmie took the grunts and jackals. Every time they pulled a trigger, a Covenant's life was ended.

Jimmie rolled to the side avoiding a wave of plasma fire. "That's the last of the little guys, Sir. I'll see if I can help you with the Elites."

"Ha! There's only 4 left, by the time you reload, they'll be gone." Johnson fired another round, "Make that 3."

All of a sudden, a bright, white light flashed across the sky, blinding both of our heroes. When the light faded, the remaining Elites were wearing all whit armor, and were wielding swords. Even Sgt. Johnson was freaked out by this.

"What the-"

"Sir! We need to get out of here! These guys will tear us to shreds if we don't!"

Johnson regained his composure, and for the first time since back on the first Halo, ordered a retreat. "All right will make a break for those cliffs over there." The Elites, who were initially confused by the sudden change of armor, were beginning to realize there sever advantage. Johnson pulled the pin on one of his grenades and chucked it at the Elites. They instinctively jumped to the side to avoid the blast, and while they weren't looking, Jimmie and the Sergeant retreated.

"Jimmie, I don't think I need to tell you how pissed I am that we had to retreat, but just in case: I'M FUCKING PISSED WE HAD TO RETREAT!"

"I know, Sir. And so am I."

Jimmie and the Sergeant sat in a cave that was well hidden from the Covenant's Banshee patrols.

Johnson let out a sigh. "So what was that any way?"

"Thunderstorm skull. It changes all Covenant into the perfect killing machine. There shield generators are impossible to breach. We'd need something on the scale of an Orbital MAC gun to put a dent in them."

"You're kidding…"

"I wish I was. The skull is that strong. But it's not even the strongest of them…"

"Well back to the problem at hand." Johnson cut off Jimmie's admiration, "How are we supposed to beat them?"

"Well, the way I see it is, With the Mythic skull activated they'll be able to survive literally anything. With Mythic beefing up there health and Thunderstorm preventing there weaknesses from being exploited… there invincible."

"Wrong. The day some Covenant bastard, let alone all of them, becomes invincible will be the same day he fights for are side. The Human race hasn't lost a war yet, and we sure as hell ain't goona lose one on my watch!"

"But what can we do? The have no weakness!"

"Then will give them one! Look, when they only had the Mythic skull, they were going down easy. If the only thing that's changed is that now they have better shields, then we just have to take them away."

"What?" Jimmie asked, puzzled.

"We just need to come up with a way to get ride of there shields and we can go back to pwning them. If only we knew a way to… I dunno, steal there shields from them."

Jimmie, with a smile on his face, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number. "Hey, CK? What's up man?"

Checkpoint…