Okay, how's it going people? Good, good, that sucks, and you should see a doctor about that rash. Yeah. I'm talking to you Kevin, don't scratch it that only makes it worse. (I sincerely apologize to all Kevin's reading this without a rash.) I get it when people try to explain how the doom weapons exactly work so I can better write about them. But I do know how they work generally. Yes, I know that the pistol is somehow Infinite with no explanation, and I do know that pulse rifle doesn't use plasma but argent energy. But argent energy is basically hell plasma. Also to those saying my grammar is terrible; you are right. But to be fair I write this thing in like 5 minute bursts. Also I'm pretty sure at least half of all fanfictions are written while on the toilet or have the quality of being written on such. Most of those being about Naruto banging some random character. Moving on I hope you enjoy.

Also does anyone else miss the ODST soldiers? Buck is still alive and is now a Spartan. Which means everyone else is probably alive as well. Not all Spartans probably. Maybe a few? If they are dead in a book or something put SPOLIORS before the comment for those who have not read the books but still want to. Personally I think it would be awesome to see just a silent ODST solider watching blue team as they went across a hanger or something. Just so we know Rookie is still alive. Well that's all.

Also Also. Sorry for the extra-long hiatus. Got a Job. Went on Vacation. Etc.

Blue Team and the Doomslayer walked through a flat plain of this canyon, a ridge was just about 70 meters ahead of them as a steam went towards it and fell off. Bodies and body littered the ground; staining the stone and dirt crimson and blue and green from the blood of both men and alien. But with Blue team leading the amount of covenant blood was significant larger than human. In fact, not a single other soldier – of the three marine teams they brought – that they brought along with them had died yet. So they still had 20 men with them, including the DoomSlayer and Blue Team themselves. They weren't given any sort of vehicle as to reduce the chance of getting found and the Spartans were forced to move much slower than they wanted due to the other soldiers. DoomSlayer almost seemed to be moving in slow motion due to the extremely low motion. Like it was near impossible for him to actually retrain himself.

Two soldier walked beside each other behind the DoomSlayer. One with an inquiring look on his face before he turned to the other.

"So. Ever wondered why we're here?" He asked.

"Like meaning of life or why we are here on this fucked up planet?" The other soldier replied.

"Second."

"Because we got shot down by these covenant bastard and now we got to deal with this demonic shit. Headed to the point where another hell hole is gonna open up and close it before a full on portal opens up."

"Then why is he here you think." The first said gesturing to the DoomSlayer with his riffle.

"No idea. They literally found him floating in outer Space in a sarcophagus or whatever. All that anyone knows is that he's stronger than a Spartan and has the universe's largest rage boner for all Demons." The second answered. "He probably only killed the covenant originally because they looked like demons."

"Stronger than a Spartan?" the first chuckled. Almost nervously. "You sure."

"Hey I didn't believe it either. But I've seen some helmet cam footage of the guy. He rips covenant forces apart. With his bare hands! Also some people say he is even faster than Spartan 087. By a good amount at that."

"The Rabbit? No way."

"Yeah way. If you could combine all members of blue team into one person I bet, you would get something like him." The second said then the two of them paused for a moment as they saw that the DoomSlayer had stopped moving. They feared he was angry from what they were talking about. He lifted up his left hand and pointed to where his ear would be under his helmet.

"Oh…" the first exclaimed. "All of our radios are on still aren't they?"

"Yes." Kelly replied before she turned off her radio.

Chuckles erupted throughout the teams. The DoomSlayer rolled his neck as the body language equivalent of an eye roll before he moved forward. He almost seemed to be counting every minute – maybe every second – that he wasn't killing something. That number must be relatively small. The amount of demons that he had torn apart would have been smaller across the many decades that he had been the blight of hell. He looked over at the blue team that he was now keeping a good distance from as they began to go up the slope of a hill. He was slightly ahead of everyone as he clutched his assault rifle in his hands. His left hand curling and uncurling from the underside of the barrel. He stepped onto the forearm of a dead grunt and broke it as he passed over it. The blue disk symbol of V.E.G.A. appeared on the heads up display of the helmets of Blue team.

"The outpost where the next "Hell Tear" will appear is roughly over that ridge. Approximately. 135 meters before none assisted visual can be made." Vega spoke to all members of the blue team.

"How long before assisted visual can be made?" Linda asked.

"Issue is of angle 058." Vega spoke. "It will be better understood once on top of the ridge."

The Blue team joined the DoomSlayer as he stood on ridge. Just a bit back so nothing could see him if they looked up. Fredrick walked up and found his right arm go slack as it held onto his assault rifle, having it dangle at his side. Several other soldiers noticed why his stature of disbelief.

"Oh you got to be fucking kidding me." He exclaimed as he looked down the rigged cliff side as the stream fell through the air for nearly 600 meters before going to the gulch floor below where a covenant outpost was set up with several different sniper towers set up around the main complex. An odd red tint to the existence appeared about 300 meters below. They were getting ready to punch another hole. "Vega why didn't you tell us we were going around to a dead drop?"

"Aerial pictures of landscape cannot differentiate between idents or extrusions of the landscape. As well as having the thermal and energy scans of the area show that this side was the least protected."

"Sonar was out of the picture for what reason?" Linda asked.

"Dampeners." Vega replied.

"It doesn't matter." John told them. "Hold long to get down from here?"

"11.07 seconds." Vega replied. If he had a physical body the members of this platoon would be glaring at him. "Humor is something I discovered-."

"How long." John repeated.

"Climbing down would most likely take 112 minutes. Spartans only would take 47 minutes." Vega told him. "Using your boosters however you would about to take roughly 27 seconds if properly timed. Gliding would not be possible here. It would involve direct decent. I have seen records of descents much greater performed by fire Team Osiris."

"What about the marines?"

"They will parachute. Every other one brought one as a precaution." Vega said. John looked back and saw that to be true as they were prepping their chutes.

"John." Kelly said calmly.

"You said this was to be expected." The MasterChef complained

"Did I?" Vega replied.

"John." Kelly called out again.

"What about the DoomMarine?"

"I think 087 is about to tell you."

"JOHN!" Kelly yelled.

"What?" He exclaimed as he turned to her and she pointed sharply behind her. John looked over the ridge and saw The DoomSlayer digging his heels into the face of the cliff as he practically surfed the nearly non existing slope. Before he jumped and landed on a small lip of stone before jumping again and sliding down the hill again with one leg bent and the other in front of him as he kept one hand flat against the stone face.

"22 seconds before he reaches the bottom." Vega answered. "I recommend going if you don't want to lose to him again."

Kelly jumped over the edge of the cliff and was followed by Linda, Fredrick and then master chief.

"Fear of heights?"

"I've fallen from orbit." He said putting his rifle on his back. "So no."

"But never into hell."

Sorry for another short chapter. Will put one out probably the 8/7. I've been thinking about writing another story called the Erron Black Cornicles or something like that. In his MKX ending its revealed he's over 150 years old. Which I think you could write a lot about 150 years of being a gunslinger mercenary from earth that lives in outworld.