I am really grateful to every one who has reviewed my story so far. Especially Spartan Commander and Maelstrom who have pointed out errors and inconstancies. It helps a lot, and I am trying to improve. I don't mind being told that my story sucks as long as I know why.
The Chief stormed to the pick-up truck at the far side of the room. He jumped inside and inserted the key to the ignition. The truck rumbled to life. Another man ran up to the vehicle and got in the bed. (For those of you that don't know, the bed is the back of the pick-up were you put stuff) The man crouched down and holstered a large, black tube. It appeared to be an RPG. He heard the man speak over the radio the radio.
"I'm ready when you are sir."
All the vehicles in the room rumbled to life and stormed out of the hangar. Reese's vehicle drove by as well. The Chief than put the car into drive and followed the others to the hellish landscape outside. The Chief called in on his radio.
"Reese I need cover against infantry."
"Yes sir"
The Chief veered over to the left and drove out. Clouds of dirt kicked from under his tires as the pickup struggled across the terrain. Reese followed to his side. In the sky the Chief saw something glisten. He couldn't tell exactly what it was, until someone yelled over the radio.
"Hunter Killers at 12:00."
The Chief pulled out the radio and talked to the rocket jockey in the back.
"Prepare a round for the launcher."
"Yes sir. ", he barked back.
The Chief gunned the engine and raced down toward the Hunter Killer aircraft. The large, silver aircraft came into view. It hovered and placed two spotlights on the Chiefs pick-up. Two mounted turrets turned to face their new target. Purple light erupted from the turrets and trailed toward the Chief. The Chief gunned the engine. All the tires spun and kicked dirt into the air. The rocket jockey fired a rocket at the craft. Smoke trailed as the projectile met wit hits target. The craft blossomed in a ball of yellow red fire and crashed into the ground. Reese yelled into the radio.
"Good job, private, Chief, see if you can take the other one down."
Another Hunter Killer came into view. The Chief drove away as the rocket jockey prepared another round. The Hunter Killer fired its weapons without mercy. Purple light shot through the sky and kicked up clouds of dirt wherever it hit. The rocket jockey leveled his launcher at the craft. The pickup kept driving straight until he hit a concrete slab and lurched up as the man in back fired his rocket.
The rocket flew through the sky but missed by ten feet and exploded in the distance.
The man yelled in the radio.
"Damn it Chief, I missed"
"Calm down and load another rocket!", the Chief yelled back.
"I don't have another rocket."
The Hunter Killer hovered behind it and stopped firing its turrets. Two streaks of smoke trailed from its sides.
"Uhh, Chief…we have a problem."
The two streaks flew out of the craft and arced toward the pick-up. The Chief drove as fast as he could, but in vain. The first missile hit the car indirectly. The resulting force flipped it over on its side and sent it rolling toward a crumbled building. The second rocket hit it directly.
The pick-up erupted into flames. The Chief was thrown out of the car like a toy. He flew and crashed into a nearby pillar, breaking it, and landed in a pile of debris. His shield's alarms rang in his head. He got back up and realized that his visor was cracked and static was fizzing around his HUD. His entire left arm's armor was scraped clean off and his arm was burned and bleeding. He shrugged of the pain and took his helmet off. He then punched out the visor so that he could see and walked toward the wrecked car in search for the private. He found him, at least what was left of him, 5 feet away from him in a pool of blood and organs. The Chief took his dog tag and went to the wreck in search for a medical-kit. He found some bandages and rapped his arm up. He also found some satchel charges.
He walked a little bit and then saw the same Hunter Killer fly overhead. Its spotlights lit up the area as it searched for any survivors. The Chief ran for cover and put his helmet on. The craft then flew passed him, but not without leaving something behind. The belly of the craft opened and three small probes flew out. The Chief watched as he came toward the ground and started to search the area.
The probes were small disk like robots with a propeller like a helicopter. In the front it had two red eyes and on its belly a small turret. They flew around looking for any signs of human life. One flew passed the Chief not realizing he was there. The Chief ran out and with lightning speed stuck out his arm and grabbed it. The thing started to try to desperately get away and fired its weapon in every direction. The Chief ripped it in two like it was tin foil. The other two were attracted by the noise and flew over to where the Chief was. The Master Chief merely punched it and sent it flying into a wall. The other one flew away at great speed in an attempt to escape its doom. The Chief let it go.
After walking up hill he saw something else. In the distance three silver towering objects were closing in on the human base.