The Future

The Master Chief stared at them. "You're kidding, right?"

"I'm afraid not, sir." He sighed. "Figures. Cortana was always telling me that all my actions were suicidal." He stared back at the marines. "Is Sergent Johnson here?"

One of the marines backed up. "How do you know him sir?"

"I was with him when Charlie 46 went down."

The marine, who John addressed as 'Mulchet,' bit his lip. "You'd better come with us sir." The Master Chief started forwards, when he froze. Across the water, he could see hundreds, maybe thousands of scarab's patrolling the city. "They hit us hard sir. Came outta no where." Watching one, the Master Chief zoomed in on it. He could see marines being lined up on their knees, then being executed by a gold elite with a plasma sword. They all ran onto the Pelican as it lifted off. The Master Chief asked the pilot, "Where are we going?" The Pilot's voice was hard, and had the insignia of an ODST. "We're going to fall- back point Alpha. There's a base there that you can rest at."

"Good." The Master Chief leaned back and sighed. It had been a long day already. The Pelican zoomed off in the general direction of the fall back point. The radio hissed as someone tried to reach them through the comm. "This is Pelican Zulu 49; we are en route to fall back point Alpha. Does anyone read me, over?" The radio fizzed back a reply; "Fire team Zulu, this is Cortana." The Master Chief straightened at the mentioning of Cortana's name. "Fall back point Alpha is hot, I repeat hot."

"Roger Cortana. Zulu 49, out." He turned around and said, "The Covenant have put up anti-air turrets all over this sector. This is as close as I can get you." "Roger that." The Master Chief said, jumping off the Pelican. The marines, who are in fact ODST's, put on their helmets, loaded their Battle Rifles and ran off. A marine was there to greet him. "Good to see you again chief!"

"Again?" The Master Chief questioned him. "Don't you recognize me?" The Master Chief moved closer. "Johnson?" The Sergent grinned. "Come on Chief, this way." The Master Chief followed him across a street, with Warthog's driving round. The Lieutenant got hit as soon as they attacked, as did the Private. They ran up a flight of steps, where he saw a Covenant Anti-air turret. "Holy shit." The Sergent pulled him over to a safe place behind a wall, when the turret fired. They ran. "Get out!" Someone yelled. Inside the building, those that stayed were crushed. The giant plasma ball impacted with the building, melting it. The Master Chief and Johnson dived off a balcony, where they were faced with a problem. Elites, 5 of them, had surrounded them. "Chief," Johnson whispered, and slowly handed the Chief a pistol. "Great, thanks." He said sarcastically. He held it up and said, "Don't move." The Elites laughed and raised their plasma rifles. The Master Chief raised his pistol. Again, they laughed at him. While their heads were tossed back, The Master Chief grabbed Johnson, and charged the nearest Elite. Not expecting the move, all of the Elites were momentarily startled, but came over it and prepared to fire. But none did. The Master Chief was holding the Elite that he tackled in front of him and Johnson. "Cardec!" The Elite shouted. The Master Chief's helmet's translating system played it back in English. "Shoot!"

"Ke mandata! Shona sheiks!"

"My shields can take it if you miss! Give the Prophets confirmation of the Demon's living!"

The Elites raised their rifles once more. The Master Chief raised his pistol and cocked it. "I'll give you fucking confirmation!" He aimed the pistol at the Elite that he was holding and shot his shield generator. Bang! The Elite stared at him as his shields died. The Master Chief levelled his pistol at the Elites head. "Suck shit you motherf-." He pulled the trigger, and the Elites fired. The Elite's head exploded as a bullet entered his brain, and his body melted as plasma impounded it. "Run!" The Master Chief and Johnson ran, firing their weapons. The Elites returned fire. Johnson and the Chief dived behind a wall and reloaded. "Sir!" A group of marines ran toward them. The Master Chief's FOF tags displayed them as Fire team Delta. "Marines!" Johnson barked. "Sustain heavy fire! Then fall back to my mark!" The Master Chief stared up at the Covenant turret, and then had an idea. He keyed his comm and changed frequency's to FLEETCOMM. "This is squadron Alpha leader, who is this?"

"Sir, this is Master Chief, Spartan 117. We have a Covenant turret emplacement pinning us down! Over"

"Roger that Chief, we're on our way, hang tight. Major Eengsly out." The marines were hit the Elites with everything they had; Battle Rifles, SMG's, Magnum's, auto turret emplacement's, grenades even. But the Elites were tuff to kill. "Marines! Fall back!" Hearing the Chief's order they all turned and ran towards Johnson. In one fluid movement, the Chief grabbed, primed, and dropped a plasma grenade at the Elites feet. Seeing it, they all screamed, and then the grenade exploded, engulfing them, giving them a taste of their own medicine. The ground was covered in what looked like purple paint. The Master Chief heard the roar of Longsword fighter's, and shouted, "Everybody down!" No sooner then he had said it; the Longsword's fired their Archer missiles at the turret. The Turret tried to shoot them down, but to no avail. The missiles struck home, and the turret exploded in a brilliant ball of blue plasma/flame. The Master Chief shielded and shut his eyes, but the light was so bright that it still shone through his eyelids. The marines started cheering. A warthog pulled up in front of the Chief and he jumped on the turret at the back, loaded it with rockets, and said to the driver, "Let's roll and show these Covenant bastards what we're made of."