Halo: Wrath of the Humans

Chapter two: Infiltration: Search and Destroy

ZR: Chapter two! So soon, I know, the only time you'll se me posting a new chap this soon.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hamoeworld 2, nor Halo

Red team moved through the ship's corridors, encountering little, or no opposition. Once or twice, they found a deck breached by the massive energy beam fired by the massive by the newcomers. John was on the bridge of the Autumn when this happened. The metal had been melted from the beam, and bent away from the point of origin.

After what seemed like hours spent wandering the corridors, they reached the doors to the bridge, which were locked. Big surprise. John retrieved two plasma grenades he took from an Elite. He ordered the Spartans to take cover in the connecting corridor. He activated the grenades, dropped them in front of the door, and sprinted to the corridor. Three seconds later, the grenades detonated. John motioned the team in front of the door, as he and Will began to pry the doors open. The doors slid six inches and stopped. Will and John repositioned, and pulled again. It wouldn't budge. Will retrieved a frag grenade, and rolled it through the opening. Thunder reverberated through the hull, as smoke and warm meat came through the doorway. Will and John again pulled the doors, and they opened all the way. Plasma bolts wined, and rifles stuttered.

"Flash-and-clear!" Barked John over the SQUADCOM. He produced a flash-bang grenade and tossed it inside, the squad shielded their eyes from the flash. The plasma stopped coming at them. John motioned them inside. Half a dozen Elites and a handful of grunts had their hands up at their eyes, blinded and disoriented from the flash-bang.

Rifles fired, and the guards went down. The bridge was secure. John strode up to the elevated platform, retrieved a crystal object from his helmet, and placed it inside the console.

'So, how is it?" he asked.

"Its interesting, much different from ours," replied Cortana.

John opened the SQUAD channel, "Green team, status?"

"Engineering is clear Chief. The Engines are fully operational by what we can see. And the Slipspace drive appears to be undamaged."

"Roger, make sure no one gets inside."

"Roger that."

"Blue team, status?"

"Ship is clear sir. It appears that most of the crew died in decompression."

"Any survivors?"

"Yes, mostly Engineers, forty in all sir."

"Anything else?"

"As a matter of fact sir, this war may be over much sooner than you may believe."

"How so?"

"We captured and secured a Prophet, calls himself Defiance. Possibly a minor prophet. Keeps saying something about the Hierarchs will wipe the galaxy clean of our filth."

John suppressed a chuckle, "Good work Blue team. Keep him detained, and make sure those Engineers don't wander off."

"Rojer."

"Cortana, ship status?"

"Hull integrity at twenty five percent sir, Engines fully operational, as well as the Slipspace drive. Some of the weaponry is fully capably of firing, including three plasma turrets and two laser turrets, excluding the energy beam this ship has."

"Can you move the ship?"

"Yes, only at fifty percent power, without buckling the hull."

"Affirmative, keep me updated."

"Gladly."

John opened a secure COM link to the Admiral, " Admiral, mission accomplished, the ship is secure."

"Any POWs?"

"Yes sir, forty Engineers, and possibly a minor Prophet."

There was a long pause, "Good work Chief, and can you move the ship?"

"Yes sir, the ship is able to move at fifty percent power without bulking the structure. The slipspace dive is fully operational sir."

Another long pause, "Excellent work Chief. Humanity is grateful for your work. Bring the ship to the Naval yard at Reach, then, and make sure that the prophet is brought to the ONI ASAP. Keep those Engineers onboard the ship, they may be able to help with the repairs, and to help reverse engineer the-wait a moment." There was, yet another, long pause, "Belay those orders Chief. Bring that ship to the Naval yards; I'll make sure that prophet is brought to HICOM, and those Engineers to ONI. You and your Spartans will return to HICOM on Reach, we're expecting some company soon."

"Company sir?"

"Classified Chief, you'll see soon."

"I understand sir, Spartan 117 out." He wasn't sure if he actually understood what the Admiral meant by 'company', but it probably had to do with those newcomers out there, "Cortana, get this ship moving toward to Naval yard."

"Aye sir."

The deck rumbled slightly underneath their boots, and the ship lurched forward toward the docks.