As Joker was finished cleaning up the mess that the covenant ship had left behind he started to wonder. How did the covenant know he was hear and why did they take so long to arrive. He just let the thought slip into the back of his mind as he walked up into the covenant battle cruiser. He sat down in his chair still wearing his MJOLNIR armor in order to get the feel of it. To him it just felt like weighted clothing that he used to train with when he was younger. He knew what he had to do now. He had to find the covenant home world and blow up as many covenant as he wanted to.
Anger ran through his veins with his fist clinched in rage. The thought of him not being there and his father being murdered by the covenant. He would have never stood a chance.
"Those covenant basterd's I hate them"
As Joker searched and searched through the ship's archives he finally found what he was looking for. The covenant home world, a place where everything was black and everyone was a worker. Non stop day in and day out 24 hours a day. Joker plotted his course and jumped to Slipspace.
When he arrived there was a swarm of covenant ships surrounding the planet. He plotted a direct course for one of them and maxed out the engines.
"Your ass is going down"
About a kilometer away from the ship he jumped into an escape pod and ejected himself off the ship. The ship's collided with each other and with a huge explosion both ships where gone. Turned into nothing, just little pieces of metal floating around in the cold dark valley of space.
"Take that BITCH'S"
Jokers pod crashed on the covenant surface. Thunder and lightning streamed across the sky. Joker knew he had to move fast or else he was dead. Everyone must have heard the crash, which meant they would have to go and check it out. Joker ran as fast as he could, the armor along with the dual chain guns and a rocket launcher slowed him down immensely. He ducked as the covenant forces drew near. He did a head count, there must have been at least 20 grunts, 30 jackals, 45 hunters, and two 5 man teams of brutes. How was he going to survive. No man has ever survived those many covenants.
"God damn how many are there"
He stood hidden as every enemy passed him. One by one he waited until they stopped coming. He had an idea, it was crazy but it might just work. He drew a plasma grenade, which he had picked up aboard the ship. He tossed it out right in the middle of everyone. Then came a second grenade. Right before the first grenade blew up the second on landed on top of it causing the second grenade to fly up into the air. It landed right on top of a grunt's face. He started to run in circles finally stopping right in front of the two teams of brutes. BOOM the grenade exploded destroying all the grunts and half of the jackals.
Joker popped out from behind his escape pod and drew his chain guns cutting down everything in his path. Suddenly his guns overheated and he drew his rocket launcher.
"Let's test out the secondary fire on this thing"
Four missiles launched from their barrels and blew everyone to shreds except for one lonely brute. He had his brute shot draw and was bound on killing Joker. He was out of ammo. The adrenaline injection process started. A small syringe injected it right into Jokers blood stream. He charged and so did the brute.
"Your ass is dead"
He jumped forward a unclipped a grenade from his belt. He landed on top of the brute and started to beat the living hell out of his face. Kicking and punching it till nothing but orange blood surrounded its face. He pulled the pin on his grenade and stuck it in the brute's mouth. He jumped back and took cover but before he could get out of the way the brute swallowed the grenade causing his intestines to speed up the grenade's timer. The grenade exploded leaving nothing left of the brute but it also sent Joker flying. His back crashed against the hull of the escape pod. He was down, he tried to move but he couldn't. He sat up against the hull and his vision darkened. Everything went black. He was unconscious and his shield's where depleting rapidly.
To Be Continued in Spartan III: Held Captive like A Court Jester