Halo Multiplayer Mayhem

Chapter 1

21:22 hours, Feb 23, 2006 (civilian calendar)Sol system, Blood Gulch, simulated Halo.

"Enemy contacts, all sectors." Player 'Panda Bear', also known as Blue 001 in this particular online multiplayer Halo CTF, keyed to his team. He was a team player, always able to function in a team structure, constantly relying on his teammates to cover his back. Panda Bear was an natural leader, he was always strategizing in every circumstance in life; being a avid reader of the book "Sun Tzu's Art of War" only adds to his wisdom.

"Back up required near the Red teleportation device, enemy contacts acquired, back up required." Blue 001 typed quickly to his team as no less than three Spartans in red armor, contrasting to his own blue armor, materialized from the green pod near the middle of Blood Gulch.

For a moment, no sign of acknowledgement rewarded him; Blue 001 waited another second, still no acknowledgement. He sighed, such were the pains of an online multiplayer CTF, everyone just went their own way; the pros, wielding the almost legendary M6D pistols, gunned down the so called 'noobs' with deadly accuracy to the head. The 'noobs', finding no other options to retaliate, usually resorted to the purple covenant vehicle known as the Banshees, a deadly aerial vehicle with powerful plasma rifles mounted at its nose and a recharging fuel rod cannon for the extra punch. The noobs, after acquiring such a powerful vehicle, could usually lay waste to all but a few of their more skilled enemies; thus gaining kills, and at the same time, hatred from almost everyone towards both he/she, and the 'shee'.

Blue 001 sighed again, two red dots appeared on his heads-up display radar and were moving in on his 12, he could try to meet them head on, but that would almost guarantee his eventual demise. The lone Spartan began to move, M6D pistol firmly grasped in one hand, he fell back to the curve that led back to blue base. After readying himself and checking his radar, the armored warrior primed and threw a grenade at the hilltop around the area where he was standing a few moments ago and where his two enemies were sure to appear at any second.

A soft, smoky trail followed the human-explosive as it traced a graceful arc through the air and landed exactly where Panda Bear intended for it to land. No sooner had the grenade landed did one red armored figure jump out from behind the hill, his assault rifle blazing away in full automatic fire in the general direction of Blue 001.

Panda Bear relaxed, the assault rifle was generally banished to the league of noobs who were too nooby to know any better. It was a powerful weapon in close range, and had to be fired in short bursts. But if the user were to open fire with the weapon in full automatic, the gun will shake violently and the bullets will almost never find their marks.

As Blue 001 began to move in order to dodge the wild bullets, the frag grenade that he had thrown detonated, enveloping the enemy above it in a wave of heat and shrapnel. The red's energy shield erupted, flickered, and went out in a yellow blaze as he landed. From experience, Panda Bear was well aware that a detonation of a frag grenade at point blank range would not only destroy his enemy's (and sometimes ally's) shields, it'll also take their health down to around the three-bar region, a very dangerous feat since one nicely-aimed shot with a M6D pistol will be able to kill the victim at that point.

Blue 001 backed up as more wild bullets streaked past him and took aim with his pistol. The word "new001" appeared over his enemy's head.

"So you ARE a noob". Panda Bear smirked as he pulled the trigger once, and he watched as the armor-piercing titanium slug left its barrel, his gun cocking back from the instant recoil, and the impact on his enemy near the neck. New 001 crumpled in mid leap, his arms and legs flailing wildly, his weapons and grenades falling to the ground around him as he landed, sprawled out in a bloody heap.

"Hostile eliminated." Blue 001 wrote to his team, half way done writing, he gave up, it's not as if any of his team will actually read the message anyway. Usually, the only time a Spartan looked to the messages is either 1) when they think they've killed someone or 2) when the get killed, in order toexact theirrevenge. As Blue 001 was engulfed in his own resentment, a strong force hit him in the chest, followed by the temporary blinding of his vision. He was under attack, Panda Bear side stepped the next bullet and cleared his vision. The second red Spartan, whom he has neglected to consider after disposing of the first red, was bearing down on him, pistol blazing away. Panda glanced at his health monitor, half of his shield has already depleted. Blue 001 turned and headed around the curve leading back to blue base, where scattered combat was happening in generally… everywhere. He backed up against the shadowy side of the cliff and crouched behind a bush. The quick escape provided him with a few moments to catch his breath and let his shield recharge while the red gave chase. This is precisely why he liked to fight around his base where many cover was available if the need arose.

He watched the red dot approach the curve and his shield slowly recharge. The blue bar filled to full just as the helmet of the red Spartan rounded the corner into the shadowy area where Blue 001 was hiding. Panda leaped out from his position and fired after aiming hastily, he pressed the trigger five times, each shot finding a different location on the armor of his enemy. The shadowy area beside the blue base gave him advantage when it came to battle, because the enemy will give chase, and when they entered the dark area, they usually needed some time to adjust to the low light; a perfect spot and position for them to die in because they came in with the light at their backs, giving Panda a perfectly shoot-able target.

The energy shielding for his enemy burned away aftertaking the fifth shot. Panda smirked and aimed more precisely for the head, the bullet found its target. Panda was about to fire the final shot when his gun stopped firing, and began to reload. "Crap," this was the worst situation.

His enemy, after finally pinpointing the location of Panda Bear, opened fire with precise aim. Blue 001's vision flashed wildly, his shield depleted after the third shot and the forth took his health down to 4 bars. At this time, Panda had finished reloading and aimed with shaky hands. Either it was out of seasoned skill or just pure luck, his first bullet found the head of his target. The red Spartan, much like his/her previous counterpart, fell and sprawled out in a heap.

Panda sighed, 'phew,that wasa close one.' Just as he was thinking that, a huge yellow dot approached on his radar from his 6. The next instant, Panda was run over by a warthog. Moments later, the words (Panda Bear was betrayed by your mom) appeared on screen.

"God damn it! Not Your Mom!" Panda was outraged, his rivalry with the hated 'team killer' "your mom" is well known.

A Spartan's job is never done. Panda sighed, and waited to respawn, in order to exact his revenge on the most hated nemesis; and less skilled; and downright stupid when it came to naming oneself (Your Mom).

"Blood will be spilt this day! BUWAHAHAHAHA"

To be continued

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