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Spartan III: When the Wasp Strikes

Wasp ran through corridor after corridor trying to reach the defenseless marines…if there were any left. Just when he was starting to feel like he was getting nowhere, he came across a large room lined with silver columns. They were carved with letters and symbols that looked like Covenant dialects except much more detailed and perplexing. Before he even had a chance of observing the inscriptions further, a green beam of plasma barely missed his helmet catching him off guard. The brightness of the plasma left him temporarily blinded and dazed. He reached for his Energy Sword and activated it. He looked towards the origin of the blast and saw the Covenant's strongest ground troop; the Hunter. He grasped the blade of his sword and hurled it in the direction of the Hunter. With excellent accuracy the sword implanted itself in the Hunter's unarmored neck. Orange blood leaked from the fresh wound covering the Energy Sword that was lodged in the throat of the beast. After one last roar, the Hunter toppled over with shame of defeat.

"That was easy…" said Wasp. He walked to the corpse and pulled out the blade. "Too easy…", he finished. At that time, from behind each of the four columns a Hunter emerged. They all had their plasma cannons charged and locked onto his position. After seeing what happened to their "brother", they all had their alloy shields raised to protect their necks. Then, in unison, they all fired at Wasp.

Wasp ran as fast as he could away from his former position. Where he stood moments before was now a smoldering hole in the floor. He then headed to the nearest Hunter before it had a chance to charge up its laser and landed a punch to its armored face. The Hunter was not injured but momentarily distracted. Wasp then had enough time to grab the Hunters neck and crack it with superhuman strength. The remaining three charged at him with murder on their minds. He grabbed one of his two fragmentation grenades off of his belt and hurled it at the Hunter. The explosive landed in the muzzle of the beasts fuel rod cannon and blew up instantly killing the Hunters and disintegrating their bodies. Wasp too was knocked of his feet and hurled into the wall behind him. On his HUD display, his armor's shield bar was depleted and sluggishly refilling. That was a first. Surely if he didn't have his armor on, he would have disintegrated along with the Hunters.

Wasp sat against the wall. His armor went back into its camouflage as he finally relaxed for the first time today. For a second he forgot about the marines and thought about himself instead. He tried to stand up but he sat back down when he met excruciating pain from standing on his foot. He tried to wiggle his toes but only felt splintering bone hit his tender nerves. The only reason he was able to stand a little bit was because of the hydrochloric giving his foot support. For the first time in his life he had been-

At that time a group of marines ran into the room taking tactical positions. They totally ignored Wasp even though his shields deactivated when he looked at them.Onlyone tall marine came up toacknowledge him. "Some Spartan you are.", he said sarcastically. He took off his helmet and revealed his face. It was Carl.

"Come on. We have a lot to talk about.", Carl said smiling.

"Damn right you do…", said Wasp under his breath.

"You did some good work down here. Don't worry about the marines. We got it covered.", said Carl. He pointed to three marines laying on stretchers. They were wrapped in blood stained bandages.

"You bastard.", said Wasp smirking. That was the first time he smiled since he was thirteen years old. Too bad no one could see it because of his MJOLNIR II armor...

Carl thengrabbed Wasp's hand and helped him walk to the awaiting drop ship outside the temple. Mission oneaccomplished…barely...

To Be Continued in Spartan III: Right and Reason