Chapter 3: The Trip and An Armory.
"Oh, God..." moaned Nicole. Her bladder was full, and her skin itched, but she wanted to be as far away from the Flood as possible.
"What?" asked the other SPARTAN, blowing away a Combat Form.
"Nothing."
"Cut the crap," growled the Chief, turning the wheel to the left. The other seven 'Hogs followed him. He pulled over, and hopped out. He gazed in awe at the secure building before him. "We're staying in there, Chief?" asked Nicole.
"Yes. Get back in the 'Hog," he ordered, jumping in himself. He pulled back, and jumped over the small pedestal blocking the entrance. He drove up the stairs. There were 3 boxes there. Why not open 'em? The other seven veichles pulled in behind him. They parked the 'Hogs in a order which they could drive out easily, and checked their weapons. "We're safe here," the Chief said, and checked his weapon, "I saw some boxes on the level before us. Go down and haul 'em up. Johnson, take about nine marines and do it."
"Sir!" Sarge Saluted, and picked nine marines. They ran off down the stairs, and grabbed a box. They hauled it up. "Chief... your not gonna believe this... theres weapons, food, water, ammo, everything we need!" said the stunned Johnson. The Chief hopped up with his alternated body, and peeked in. "Damn straight, get those other three boxes up here!"
They did as ordered, and soon, they had about 30 MA5B Assault rifles, 70 silencers, 20 Snipers, 4 Jackhammer launchers, around 90 to 100 pistols, and even 40 shotguns. "We have ourselves an armory," grinned the Chief under his helmet. He took a sniper itself, and took around 6 clips of ammo. "Alright, Johnson, Nicole, and..." he pointed at the lone SPARTAN, "you, grab some weapons, and haul ass. We're gonna set up a patrol."
Nicole took a dozen frags, a MA5B assault rifle, a silencer, and pistol ammo. Johnson slung a Shotgun across his back, and held a Jackhammer launcher in his hand. The lone SPARTAN, however, took two MA5B assault rifles, two silencers, a sniper, and a pistol. He slung a baker's dozen of frag grenade slung in his ammo pouches, and pocketed seven clips of ammo. John cocked his eyebrow at the man. He was silent, but he was a trained killer. They checked their weapons, and took a 'Hog. They removed the turret, and so two people could fit in the back. They set the turret up as a defence perimiter, and a marine manned it. Next to him was a sniper, behind him a Jackhammer Launcher.
The squad of four took the edited Warthog, and drove out. Johnson and the other SPARTAN sat in the back. Nicole in shotgun, and John driving. He splattered an unlucky Carrier form, and sighted a building far away. He drove to it, and jumped out. "Everyone, take the fastest firing weapons, and slap silencers on them. You, hand me an assault rifle," demanded the Chief, extending his hand to the other SPARTAN. He dropped three clips of ammo, a MA5B assault rifle, and a silencer into his hand. John slapped the silencer on, and loaded the weapon. Two clips. They assembled around the door, and John tossed a frag in. BOOSCH! An unlucky carrier form exploded. "Go, Go, GO!" shouted the Chief, firing an expertly three round blast into a combat form, setting it down for good. Johnson popped an infection form with the butt of his shotgun, Nicole using a Frag as a brass knuckle, and the SPARTAN using a combat knife. The fight took fifteen minutes, and the entire half of the building was cleared out. They ran to a hall, and stopped. Out came the noise of plasma. "Covenant. Wait, let them wear each other down, then kill the survivors." They took this advantage to check their equipment, and five minutes passed. They ran in, the door sliding open. Inside were two elites, three grunts, and five combat forms. A rapid-fire burst of all the weapons left them down for good. John scanned the room around him. There was no exits, except for the one they entered in. "You, bubbleboy" Johnson pointed to the other SPARTAN, "Gimme a clip of ammo and two frags." The SPARTAN wordlessly did it. Johnson set them up against a suspicious part of the wall, and stood back. "Everyone, get back," he ordered, and fired a Jackhammer Rocket at the pile. They exploded, a door opening up.
"Chief, we got ourselves a couple of prisoners..." grinned Nicole, switching to stun rounds.

Back at the base, a marine with the dogtags 'Takeshi Onia', or Onia for short, was giving orders for an armory.
"You, yes you! Take that load O' shotguns, and set 'em up against the wall, butt up. Aye, like tha'. No, watch that water! We need as much as we can get! Yeh, put it there. There we go- take 'em peaches and throw them- SET THEM actually- with the water. Not in the water, AGAINST the water. Like tha'. Okay, take 'em rocket launchers, set them across of the shotugns, and- NO! YOU RETARD! Gah, thats gonna be less rations for ya, ya faggot!" A poor, scared marine had fired off a Jackhammer, almost blowing his legs off. "Someone get him a medkit..." A marine brought up a medkit, and bandaged his legs. The marine unloaded a sniper, and gave it to him as a crutch. "Oi, someone has good brains aboot them! Alright, everyone, take a break. Get some rations and rest, its gonna be a hell when those four come back." Everyone did as ordered, and three men patrolled the area, switching out every four hours.

That was only chapter THREE of the new saga! I'm gonna say there'll be about 20 chapters or so, maybe one every day, possibly two. Pe8ce!