The year is 2766 A.D. Everything is dark until Joker awakens. He doesn't realize it yet but he is inside a holding cell on a covenant battle ship. He doesn't remember how he got there but the one thing he does remember is a scream and a huge explosion. As you all know the Spartan II program has been vanquished. Every last Spartan is dead including the famous Master Chief. His life had ended when he was shot with a plasma gun directly to the head. Not even his MJOLNIR armor could with stand the blast. It ripped through it like a piece of paper being torn to shreds.
At that moment everything stopped. Dead silence through out the galaxy. There where some who resisted the covenant, it wasn't long before every last marine on earth was destroyed. They thought that they had killed everyone but one group of father and son remained. They ran heading for the last ships available if there where any left. See the covenant where stupid, they thought everyone was dead and didn't have to destroy the aircraft's. What a mistake on there part.
Joker awoke and automatically knew where he was. A gold elite was guarding his cell. What was he to do? He had no weapons no food no water. What the covenant failed to realize was that Joker had a secret weapon of his own, his bare hands. As the elite drew closer to his cell Joker sprang forward lunged his arms out penetrated his shields and snapped its neck. It fell to the floor like a ton of bricks. Now to escape. He pulled the bars of his cell right off his cell and as he walked out he raised his foot and squashed the elite's head leaving nothing but a broken skull surrounded by blood.
He picked up the elite's plasma rifle and carried on toward the bay hanger. As he passed through a bunch of doors he stopped. He could hear the sound of grunts talking. What they where saying he did not know all he knew was that he had to get passed them. As the door hissed open the grunts turned the first one didn't even get to see Jokers face he was shot 5 times in the back. His dead ugly corpse lay flat on the ground. The next four all charged at him. He jumped over all of them and with four shots blew their heads right off.
"That was easy. I accepted more of a challenge"
After passing through a few more doors Joker had reached the hanger. He had just one problem, their where four gold elite's and 3 regular elite's guarding each ship. The worst of it all was that two of them had their energy swords drawn.
" Screw this I can take all of them out with a full round of shots. It will just have to take a little stealth as well as accuracy"
Joker leaped up onto a crate and followed a chain of them onto the upper level of the hanger. He crouched and fired two shots one from the plasma pistol he had picked up from the grunts and one from his plasma rifle. The elite turned and fell flat on its face. The next elite looked before he could say a thing he was dead. SMACK he hit the floor. The other couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Joker jumped down behind a gold elite with a plasma sword and snapped its neck. He picked up the plasma sword and killed the other regular elite's and one more gold elite. All that was left was the other elite with the other energy sword. He leaped and was locked on Joker head but before he could land Joker jumped and sliced his body in half. The elite hit the floor and Joker ran, as he knew there would be reinforcements on the way. He boarded the covenant battle cruiser and plotted his course for his home world or what was left of it.
To be continued in Spartan III: Jokers last resort