CHAPTER 2: ASSAULT
Master Chief aimed the weapon straight at the door, ready to fire once it opened. As the door slowly slid open, the Chief, tightened his grip, ready to fire. The door finally slid open to reveal…nothing. Master Chief lowered his weapon. Why would a door slide open when there is no one there? The Spartan quickly raised his weapon again, searching for ripples in the light that would signify Active Camouflage. There was nothing, however. The Chief lowered his weapon once more, and cautiously walked toward the door, anxious to get out of the room.
Truth watched the ships interior cameras carefully. Yes, Demon, walk right into my trap. The Prophet smiled. Soon, the Demon would be no more. He waved a hand, and a secure communications channel was brought up with the Brute captain he had spoken with earlier. He spoke softly, "Captain, are your men ready? Now that the Demon's intentions are known, he must be taken by force." There was a grunt of affirmation, then, "Yes, my liege. We are ready to strike." Truth smiled, and responded, "Go then, my children, and may the will of the Covenant go with you."
The lone Spartan walked down an empty corridor deep in the bowels of the Forerunner ship. It was quiet. He remained alert, however. Quiet moments had always seemed to blossom into deadly firefights in his previous campaigns. The tight space suddenly widened to a large, pitch-black room as he walked through a door. He studied the room carefully, looking for anything out of place. Everything seemed normal enough.
Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind him. He turned, and ran back toward it, lightning-fast, but it was no use. The door was locked tight. He turned back, and faced the center of the room. A blinding, purple-blue Covenant light shone from the center of the ceiling, revealing a small Covenant armada surrounding the Chief from all sides. He counted at least twenty-two Jackals armed with Particle Beam Rifles, a large swarm of Drones hanging from the walls and ceiling, and a battalion of Brutes, all armed with various Covenant tools of war.
Master Chief raised his rifle, acknowledging the fact that this ship would most likely serve as his grave, but not giving in. He would fight before his death. A single Brute captain stepped forward, however. It raised a hand toward the Spartan. "Drop your weapon. The noble Prophet of Truth has requested that we bring you to him alive." The human stared at him through his visor for a few moments, then calmly replied, "You can tell your Prophet," He reached into his belt and brought out an HE-DP Fragmentation Grenade. The Brute tensed, and raised a Covenant Carbine towards the Chief. The Spartan merely continued, "That he can kiss my armored ass." He took this moment to toss the grenade straight at the Brute. As it exploded, the bullets began to fly.