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"26, 27, 28, 29…" Kelly count out loud as The DoomSlayer loaded rocket after rocket into his Rocket launcher as they were transported in the Peligan. Off to the side a small generator hummed as it was attached to Gauss cannon; recharging its energy cell. Linda looked over at Kelly as she loaded her .50 caliber bullets into her rifles clip.
"What are you doing?" Linda asked.
"Counting how many rockets that thing holds." Kelly answered while pointing lazily towards the DoomSlayer and his rocket launcher. "Whenever I think he's done he puts another one in there…. wait no he's done."
"No, I think he's just giving you a confused look." Linda told her as he looked back at them while holding another rocket. The two of them looked away and he slide two more rockets into the launcher.
"35 by the looks of it." Fredrick said standing towards the front he loaded the second rocket in the M41. He looked over at the Gauss cannon as it continued to charge. "Why can't we do the same to his other energy cannon."
A hologram of Vega appeared in front of the three Spartans with his hands held in each other behind his back. Linda loaded the last of her ammunition into her clip and stared at Vega while The DoomSlayer simply took apart his assault rifle and began to clean the different parts. Kelly leaned back against the wall and the Peligan.
"The BFG 9000 cannot run off of normal plasma energy as his other weapons are capable of. While those may run of energy either from our world or Hell's, the BFG requires a pure form of Argent energy that even in the realm of Hell is a rarity."
"What does the abbreviation of BFG stand for?" Linda questioned.
"Big Fucking Gun." Vega stated.
"huh?" All three Spartans said together.
"Big Fucking Gun 9000." Vega stated once more.
"That's a joke right?" Fredrick asked. "A weapon capable of wiping out dozens of enemy combatants as well as a tank, has to have a more serious name than that."
"You are correct and incorrect Spartan 104. Its name was a joking title when originally implemented. After the 5384 trial it was given such a name for the ridiculousness and radicalness that the weapon continued to demonstrate to our engineers as it continued to be a failure in our hands. So we gave it the name out of the idea that it would never be functional."
"So the 9000 stands for the trails and redesigns that it went through then?" Linda asked. "What was so difficult about making your own gun?"
"It actually took 9273 trials to come to fruition but a thousand number makes it sound better." Vega answered. "The issue was that the original design was not ours. We found it near The DoomSlayer's sarcophagus." In response to his name The DoomSlayer raised a hand into the air and gave a two finger salute before going back to work.
"Elaborate please." Kelly asked.
"Certainly. When the U.A.C. went into hell in one of its first expeditions into the realm we came across a secured catacomb of sorts. One with enough demonic forces to expel a force thrice the size of all teams we deployed into hell. But they were unable as all defenses were pointed inwards. They could not manage to expel us as they should have been able. In the center of it all we found the sarcophagus as well as several sealed off weapons. Most of which too damaged to be in use, but all with an Eerie similarity to weapons from earth. We scanned them and left while taking the only one that seemed to be in some sort of working order. The original BFG. While leaving the catacombs we witnessed the weapons power first hand as we were attacked by a Baron of hell which caused the soldier holding it to fire. The baron was turned to, with a lack of a better term, paste and the soldier's arm was severely burnt. The weapon was destroyed in its firing with our President was not quite pleased with but saw potential. We reverse engineered the weapon when returning to Mars and continued onwards till its current state."
"Then who made it?" Fredrick continued. "By the sounds of it whoever created it had to be a minimum of 500 years more advanced than the rest of the realm of hell."
"Indeed." Vega answered then held up his right hand. "We are not currently 24 seconds from reaching our drop point. Vega said before going back into his drive. The DoomSlayer pulled him out and hung Vega's drive from his waist before going over the Gauss Cannon and putting into his warp pack; the site was still extremely odd. Master Chief walked from the cockpit into the bay with the rest of them.
"The enemy base has anti-air and anti-ground weaponry pointed in every direction."
"Except for up." Linda said as she stood up while pulling back the action on her sniper rifle. Master Chief nodded while picking up a Spartan Laser from the crate in the middle of the peligan.
"We are 4.5 miles up. Wait for five seconds before jumping." John told them while hitting the bay doors to open. He leaned down for a moment and turned a notch on the generator and it began to hum louder.
"Why is that?" Fredrick asked. John then kicked out the generator.
"Because we're knocking." John said. The DoomSlayer walked up while nodded his head slowly, once, twice, three times, a fourth; then jumping out of the back with the rest following shortly after. Knocking? That wasn't his style. They were going to break the fucking door down.
Two and a half tons of titanium, steel, plasma, snips, snails, werewolf tails, spice, and not much nice fell from the sky. The members of Blue Team fell in perfect sync and using the jets in their armor to steer themselves in the proper positions around where the generator would land, while the DoomSlayer had a slightly different way of steering himself. He had his head pointed down towards the ground and his feet pointed back up towards the sky. Making it so he would fall straight down onto whatever was directly below him. He continued to hold onto his assault rifle all the same however. Seeing this brought no worry to the blue team of course, they had seen him do much crazier things than this before. After all they could survive falls four times greater than this without dying; so he could probably do the same with everything considered. About twenty seconds into their fall - another 23 before they land – the DoomSlayer continued to fall straight down.
"What is his landing strategy?" Kelly asked over the coms.
"Land." Fredrick answered.
"He only has a single thrust from his boots. He will pull too many G's if he slows down all at once. He'll knock himself out if not worse." Kelly said. The DoomSlayer looked down, which was technically up, at her and shrugged before returning too normal. Ten second left before they landed.
Five seconds ahead of them the generator fell directly towards what was a defensive structure with about fifty of assorted covenant forces in and around it. Just before the Generator hit it The DoomSlayer flip upright with the sound of the explosion. The explosion obliterated the structure and sent shrapnel everywhere, sending plates of steel in every which direction; including upwards. Blue Team maneuvered out of the way of the debris but the DoomSlayer used it. He kicked off the first plate that came his way which slow his fall as he pushed himself back upwards, he aimed at another piece of metal with a thrust of his boots and jumped off it as well. He jumped from piece of metal to piece of metal till about fifty feet above the ground when he just allowed himself to fall before giving one final thrust from his boosts and landing in the middle of the explosion caused by the generator. Fredrick landed on a path coming out of small cave in one of the walls of the gorge and looked at the DoomSlayer.
"That was impressive." He said before he aimed his rocket launcher at a banshee and blowing it out of the sky.
As Master chief landed five elites just happened to be around him. He put the Spartan Laser onto his back and switched to his assault rifle. Two of the elites began to shoot at him with their pulse rifles and Master Chief shot back at the two of them while running to the side. Two other elites ran at him with their plasma swords drawn and slashed at him. He dodged the first swipe and grabbed the arm of the second one while it slashed. He knocked that elite to its knee while holding its arm with one hand. The other arm pointing his assault rifle at the other elite and pulling the trigger to cause the elite to block with his plasma sword. The other elite ran at him with duel plasma swords. Master Chief threw his rifle at the elite's legs to cause the elite to fumble for a second which allowed him to pull the magnum from his thigh and shoot into the elbow of the elite that he was holding onto.
The elite yelled in pain as the Master Chief moved his hand from the Elite's wrist and onto the handle of the plasma sword. The Master Chef rotated his body with the same motion and knocked to the side the swipe from the second elite's plasma sword and pushed the plasma sword into the elite's chest. He pointed over his elbow with his magnum and shot five times at the duel wielding elite who was forced to block. He pulled the plasma sword out of the chest of the elite and blocked the barrage of shots from the two other elites. Before the body fell Master Chief pulled a plasma Grenade off is belt and threw it onto one of the elites that paused when it landed on his body. The explosion killed him and stunned the other rifle elite, allowing the Master Chief the ability to turn back to the duel wielding Elite as he blocked one slash and dodged the other. While blocking a double slashed he shot the elite twice into the stomach that made the elite fall back for a moment which allowed Master Chief to kick the elite in the stomach then made the elite fall to his knees and with one more swing Master Chief cut the elite's head in half.
The last elite recovered and Master Chief threw the Plasma sword at the elite which cut through its chest before the blade finally died. A ghost came directly at him at full speed and he kicked up one of the fallen plasma swords and reactivated it and cut upwards just as the Ghost reached him; cutting it and its drive straight down the middle. He tossed the blade off to the side and went over to his own rifle and looked out at the dozens of other areas filled with Covenant forces. Hundreds of them. Each member of the blue team and the DoomSlayer would have to kill at least 40 of them to clear it out, not to mention the demons that have the chance to spawn here as well. They stood no chance. Master Chief reloaded.