Chapter Six

Onboard Orbital MAC Gun Baghdad

1041 Hours, November 15,2552 (Military Calendar)/

Orbit around Earth

Roy stared in disbelief "Lance and Seth," Seth quickly reached out and swiped his two fingers across Roy's faceplate. Roy wanted to return the smile, but at that moment Admiral Parker, came running full force, skidded a stop next to the Spartans.

"Let's get the hell out of here, we got a new mission," said the admiral eagerly.

Onboard Reign of Power

Spartan-034 Lance, and 047 Seth stood on the deck fumbling with the safety lock on their weapons. They both wore the Mark VI battle amour, the luminous green ceramic plates, reflected the members of the crew as the light hit off the amour. Roy moved to the nearest computer port and loaded Ares the computer AI. The feeling of a warm liquid in his brain quickly vanished when he took out the AI. Instead a cold empty feeling retuned, he was by himself.

The hologram display warmed and Ares appeared his arms folded across his chest.

"Hello, oh other Spartans interesting," the AI's hue changed to a dark red as a burst of data flowed the length of his body.

Roy opened a private COMM link to Lance "What, happened to the others?"

This part is a flashback

July 30, 2538

Surface of London VI

United Kingdom System

"Alright, Mark and Rex you guys are red team, you'll hit them from the east." Acknowledge light winked in Lance's HUD. Mark and Rex moved quickly through the marshes that surrounded the city. They silently clicked off the safety of their assault rifles. A group of grunts stood guard, but after a few seconds and a few clips they were worm food.

"That was too easy"

"Yeah, it was Rex," said Mark, as he searched for any more patrols.

"Get anything from orbit?"

"Nothing, I think we are on our own," replied Mark. They ran for cover behind a building and ran to another one.

"Contacts, and lots of them!" yelled Rex.

A covenant drop ship dropped off a squad of soldiers, followed by another drop ship. Rex unclipped a grenade and threw into the advancing crowd. Mark readied his assault rifle and fired. The two Spartans held their ground until their ammo began to run low.

"Fall back!" Mark said his voice tense. They ran, plasma shots pinged off their amour as they ran. They arrived at an empty facility. They reloaded their weapons and sat down to catching their breath.

"Oh, my suit's off line," said Mark trying to find the source of the failure.

"Mine, too something must be interfering with our- A Hunter raised its massive shield, Rex turned his eyes widen.

"Mark!"

A flash of light appeared around Rex, he ran for his rifle where it lay a few feet away on the floor. Something threw Rex causing him to stumble. Rex strained his eyes a blur in the air. The Spartan moved and lashed out a kick. A howl of rage and a Special Ops elite camouflage generator failed. The Spartan threw a punch breaking the elite chest amour. Rex was knocked down by a kick from another elite. He sat against the concrete wall. Three more elites appeared and moved forward their energy blades gleaming. The Spartan reached for the rifle but it was just out of his range.

One Special Ops moved forward his black amour made the creature look menacing. His mandibles clicked in disgust.

"Humans, my gods have made me their blade and I shall deliver their will's."

Rex set the fusion reactor to overheat; he wasn't going down, without taking anyone with him.

"See you in hell"

The elite swung the energy blade.