Okay sorry for the long wait. Been busy with stuff. But i have over 100 favorites on this story. Which is insane since i only have 10,000 views as of the current date 1/15/2017. None of my other stories are near that level so i just wanted to thank all of you.

Inside one of the scarabs on one of the monitors within the monster of a machine a grunt looked out on the battlefield. Laughing at the fact that the humans were running away from them for once. The little alien creature found it quite funny. It scanned the area closer to them and saw two warthogs coming at them and zoomed in onto out of them. In the driver's seat it saw master chief. The Spartan seemly looked up at it for a moment. In response it screamed.

"Ah!" It cried out as it jumped back a bit. Another grunt came up behind it.

"What is it?" The other grunt looked at the monitor as well and panned over to the second seeing two Spartans and another. The third person seemed to look at the grunt, pointed, and then patted his rocket launcher. The grunt slowly took two steps away from the monitor and looked at the other. "Oh…"

"We dead."

"We dead."

Ignoring the two idiot grunted the elite commander in the scarab pointed to the monitors of the gunners.

"Fools. They try to buy time for the others. Obliterate them. Vaporize their blood, do not stop until they are." The elite commander said taking a step back. "The demon has bothered us too much. He shall not halt us any further."

The Scarabs let loose their lasers that could destroy an entire line of tanks within a moment. Blasting at the warthogs that swerved and maneuvered out of the blast ranges. Keeping away from the trail of glass that the lasers left behind. Kelly grit her teeth as she drove as best she could, master chief doing much the same. Dodging one of these laser would have been easy enough for a Spartan, but dodging three was an issue. Even with the two of them, one of them would still always have two scarabs aiming and firing at them, and that is what they were hoping for. If the covenant finally smartened up for once they could focus all fire onto a single one of them and blown them away in mere moments. But luck was on their side after all.

Fredrick primed the rocket turret once more and began to unload rocket after rocket into the closest joint of a scarab that he could find. The joints were weaker than the rest of the hauls; but not by much. In the other warthog Linda was using firing towards the top of the scarabs at the platform that was a top of it, the jackals at the edge jumping away from the edge.

"So we got them pissed off. How we taking them out?" Kelly called out as the radio was on speaker practically.

"Three none drivers. Three Scarabs. They'll board and take out whatever crew is onboard." John told them.

"Ok, how we gonna get up there?"

"There are spikes on the side of them. Use those to get up higher. Use the boosters on your suits if you need to."

"Roger." Kelly said before looking back at Fredrick. "Can you handle that?"

"I'll manage. Get us close." Fredrick answered.

*over on Master Chiefs Warthog.*

"Clear out a scarab? You do know I'm better at a distance?" Linda asked.

"Yes. But I also know our options." Master Chef said as he drifted between two beams. "We have to do this."

"Alright. Get us close." Linda told him and he shifted the gear once more and hit on the gas.

The Warthog went forward near its highest speed as Chief made a B-line for the closest Scarab. A laser carved into the ground behind the two Spartans' vehicles as they drove as fast as possible. The other laser closing the gap in front of them. Master chief waited till they had barely three feet between either the front or back of the warthog and death. He then slammed on the front breaks and swung the warthog to 90 degrees and swerved around and under the front laser and drove directly at the scarab.

He waved his hand as he came right next to the scarab and Linda jumped off the back of the warthog and grabbed one of the spikes popping out of the scarab and threw herself higher up. She landed on the top platform and found herself surrounded by grunts and jackals. One to her left, and one to her left, aimed rocket launchers at her. She spun around slightly as she crotched and had both rockets fly over her back and blow away the groups to either side of her. She ran at a jackal with a shield and slammed a knee into its shield; throwing it off. One with a rifle pointed at her, she grabbed the end of the barrel and pointed it up as she kicked it in the chest and over the side. She turned quickly and used that riffle to headshot the two remaining jackals and three remaining grunts before tossing it to the side and pulling her riffle of her back.

She slowly walked down toward the control room of the scarab and as she came around the corner time almost seemed to slow as an elite in the middle of the room turned around to face her. Three elites, two of their shields were down, the third would have his shields up in .5 seconds, yeah… this was too easy. She pulled the trigger seemly once but yet three bullets left the barrel, the bullets digging into the skulls of the three elites with a splat sound as their heads exploded. She then pointed her magnum around the room, pulling off a headshot on all the grunts before they could move no more than combined 7 feet.

"Scarab clear." She said over her helmets coms.

*Over at DoomSlayer's, Kelly's, and Fredrick's warthog.*

"Linda just dealt with hers." Kelly called back as Fredrick got ready to jump onto the edge of the Scarab.

"Understood." Fredrick said rotating his neck. "Here we go."

He launched himself with his boosters half way up the scarab before climbing up the other half. When he reached the top he grabbed a grunt by the back of the head and smashed it into the platform. He raised up his other arm and blocked a bolt to his face from a jackal. He threw the grunt into the Jackal the they went falling off the edge. A grunt launched a rocket at him and he dodged before running at it with a knee into its face, breaking it. He pulled his shotgun off his back, flipped it so he was holding it by the end of the barrel, and swung it into a jackal's face. Its head exploded. Fredrick flipped his shotgun again and grabbed it by the stock once again, a brute with mauler pistol came up. They locked eyes and the brute put his mauler away and extended his arms out to his side and grunted. Fredrick slowly put his shotgun back onto his back. He then gestured for the brute to come towards him as he put his fists up in a boxing stance.

"I'll make this quick." Fredrick uttered.

The brute ran at him ready to rip him apart but instead felt its jaw shatter as Fredrick swung and hit it with a massive right hook. Fredrick swung his other and it slammed into the brute's face, making it stumble backwards with every bone in its face being shattered or fractured by now. Fredrick stepped in while swinging his fist up into its stomach with a massive uppercut that bent its armor and broke two rips as several organs broke open. He kept driving his fist upwards and lifted the brute and over his head and turned and slammed it back into the ground on its back. It spat up blood and looked up at Fredrick that was now holding its mauler pistol.

Fredrick pulled the trigger and walked down into the control pit at he pulled his shotgun off his back and duel wielded them as he cleared the control room and dropped the mauler pistol as he reloaded his shotgun.

"Cleared." He called over his coms. An elite wrapped its hand around his ankle, he let his shotgun drop into his hand and bashed the stock through the top of the Elite's skull.

*Over at DoomSlayer's and Kelly's warthog.*

"You're up." Kelly said.

The Doomslayer launched himself up to the top of the Scarab and pointed his double barrel shotgun into the face of a grunt. Its eyes went wide as he pulled the trigger and destroyed its entire head and killed the jackal behind it. A grunt that had gone crazy activated several sticky grenades and ran at Doomslayer. Who proceeded to side step the grunt and thwack it on its back as it passed and it fell over the side and exploded. A Jackal held up its shield and shot at him from behind it. He reloaded and blew off its arm along with half its face from the opening.

An elite ran up behind him and reloaded and slammed the end of the barrel under its chin and pulled the trigger. Its head exploded and another elite ran at him while shooting. He didn't have time to reload so he reached into his warp pack and pulled out his assault riffle as he jumped off the edge of the scarab. The elite paused for a moment before the DoomSlayer activated the boosters on his legs and came back onto the Scarab and off to the side. He unloaded twenty shots into the head of the elite; destroying it's shields and its brain. He pulled out his double barrel shotgun and reloaded as he went down to the control room to find the commanding elite next to two dead grunts that look like they had blown the other's head off.

"I was hoping for the demon." The elite said as the scarab was now firing on auto pilot. It turned around slowly to the DoomSlayer and took the handle of his plasma sword off his waist. "But yet before me stands a mere mortal. Like the creatures that the Demon calls brothers, but not. Yet you still challenge the covenant." The elite commander activated his plasma sword. "Your challenge is noted. Now meet mine."

The Doomslayer looked the elite then to its plasma sword, and back to the elite again. He tilted his head slightly as almost as a sign of disbelief. He shook his head slightly and slowly before putting his double shotgun away and reaching into the warp pack once more and pulled out. A. mother. Fucking. Chainsaw. He wrapped one hand around the cord and reeved it once, then twice, and on the third time it came to life with a sound that was metal being shredded or a fire being fueled explosives. The dozens of blades spun around the bar, like the awful metal teeth of a demonic dragon. The Doomslayer brought up his neck with a slight crack and took a step forward.

"oh… fuck…." The elite said. The Doomslayer dashed at him.