Based on a work by freelancer92. SPI Mark III Armor originally designed by HavocLegionnaire.
Chapter 6
1316 Hours, November 11, 2552(Military Calendar)/
Inside damaged covenant Battlecruiser, Central African Republic, Earth
"What happened?" Those were the first words Walter muttered as he lifted himself up. He realized his hands were behind him.
"What?" he muttered again, as soon as he discovered that he was inside a small purple room, with an energy shield door blocking his only escape.
An unknown voice responded "you're a prisoner, just like the rest of us." Walter looked beyond the shield door and spotted an Elite, trapped inside a prison just like he was.
The white armor and large headdress assured Walter that this was an Elite councilor.
"Why keep prisoners? I thought you guys didn't take prisoners." He calmly stated.
"Only if it was important! You're lucky to even still be alive!"
Walter thought back on what happened to him and his friends.
Covenant forces ambushed them. He and Achilles were separated from the rest of his squad.
"I was knocked out cold."
He remembers being hit by a Brute. "If only the Spikes from that gun were plasma weapons."
During the battle, he was so preoccupied with not getting hurt by Spike Rifles that he never anticipated a melee from a Brute nearby.
Pain struck him on the forehead. He dismissed it, and tried to focus on a way to escape.
"Are you willing to help me get out?" Walter asked the elite.
The elite looked at the Spartan warrior and replied "what's in it for me?"
Walter responded "Revenge, and mass slaughter. A deal that does not put you up against two enemies at once."
"How can I trust you?"
"You already know you can't trust the Brutes. Who else can you trust? Also, our species have traded blood for blood, while the Brutes betrayed you all for nothing except your blind devotion to your gods. I'm asking you to become my ally, despite our troubles in the past, even though it was your fault."
Walter knew those words stung, and he also knew he provided the answers to all the questions the Elite might have raised.
The alien thought for a moment, and then asked: "Well then, by what title shall I call you human?"
"Call me Private Walter. Now state yours."
"Councilor Jevosee Nar Anatomee."
The truce was made. These elites inside the adjacent room were his allies for the moment.
"I'll stay vigilant, but as long as he believes he needs me alive, then I'll be okay with him around." Walter told himself.
He all of a sudden heard something; it was coming from the SQUADCOM.
"Walter, Achilles, do you copy?" That was Josh's voice. As although using the COM was risky at this moment, their presence was already known to the rest of the forces in the area, except their exact location.
"This is Walter. I'm fine, but now I'm a prisoner aboard this ship. I have reasons to believe they are creating another trap and I'm the bait."
"I see. Well, if springing the trap is the only way to get you out, then we'll do that." Tamara's voice came over the COM.
"Okay, but I'll try to find a way out on my own. Also, I believe I found us some allies: Elites."
The COM went silent. They were willing to scrub the mission to make sure he survived. Well, Walter was fine with that; he didn't believe this one mission was worth his whole lifetime. What good would he do for the UNSC if he were dead?
Eight minutes ago, in the past, Nartumas and his unit set up a trap for the Demon Infiltration Unit. From the information the Brute Captain was aware off, there was a group of Demons in camouflage killing everything on site, with the unknown help of a group of Special Operation Elites.
To the Captain, the concealed Demons are the biggest threats. "Why aren't they contributing to the carnage as much?"
The Jiralhanae leader and his forces were tasked to defend engineering. Any destruction of that room was unacceptable.
Unggoys set up plasma turrets around the huge room: three purple platforms occupied the massive room, one over the other created three floors in one room.
Plasma turrets were set on the first two platforms, and two were set on the primary floor, safeguarding the entrance to engineering.
A door opened, but it seemed as if nothing came through, but Nartumas understood what was going on: the human raiders entered the room.
One of the figures fired its weapon, which according to the knowledge of the Covenant, was a Battle Rifle. The three shot burst penetrated the skull of one of the Unggoys.
As the rest of the Unggoys turned to fire in the general direction the shot came from. The hidden humans returned fire.
Grenades started flying in the air and explosions followed.
The Captain's forces cheered, thinking that they won, but Nartumas saw different. When the smoke cloud cleared out, a Bubble-like substance made up of many hexagons was present instead of the demons.
"Unggoy, deploy the gravity lift in front of the entrance!" He shouted. The small simian creature obeyed and deployed his Portable gravity lift.
Thoughts went through the Jiralhanae's head. "If they want to get through, they'll have to alert us of their presence. Going through the gravity lift will only immobilize them, but it'll be more than enough time for my troops to kill them"
He took this time to scan the room for any abnormalities: Camouflage technology has only been able to hide the user in the environment, but it was never successful at concealing the user perfectly.
No luck came to him, until a plasma grenade was ignited and thrown. The grenade was meant to stick to Nartumas.
Without another second's thought, he took out his Spike Rifle and tossed it upward.
The weapon intercepted the path of the plasma grenade, and fell to the floor, with the grenade stuck to it.
The captain jumped and rolled out of the way, escaping the death that nearly took hold of him. He stood up, and joined in the battle that was taking place.
The humans were no longer concealed in their camouflage, but they were putting up a really good fight, a fight Nartumas was hoping for, considering their reputation for being the best of the humans.
With their arm shields activated, the Spartans rushed to the entrance, which the gravity lift no longer protected.
Unwilling to let his enemies escape; he hurled a Spike grenade towards the entrance. The grenade stuck a wall, and halted the run of two demons, which feared getting hurt by the spikes. The rest of them got through before the grenade was stuck to the wall.
They fired their Assault Rifles at his brothers. "Unacceptable!"
After ripping off the plasma turret from a stand nearby, Nartumas fired at the remaining two Spartans. The shields of one Spartan turned red, and then disappeared. Nartumas continued firing, until one of his comrades got closed in to the Spartan, grabbed its head, and slammed it to the ground, following it up by a low kick.
That only left one Spartan left. The last one tried to fire his weapon, but was only rewarded with a clank that produced no bullets.
Jiralhanae and Kig-Yar troops surround him, he already lost.
The Spartan dropped his rifle and brandished a bright Plasma Blade. One by one, Nartumas's men stood against the human, hoping to bring honor to their tribe by beating the human in a fair fight.
"There is no such thing as a fair fight!" Thought Nartumas. After the third Jiralhanae was slain, Nartumas stood against the demon himself.
He told his forces "Two of you stay with me, the rest of you, go after the other humans!"
They obeyed, and Nartumas soon saw with two blades in front him: his Blade blocked the strike from his opponent's sword.
The human brought his blade back and tried to strike again. The Captain was not easy to defeat, especially in a close range fight.
Trying a different tactic, the human brought his shield forward; attempting to smash Nartumas with it to later use his blade while Nartumas was distracted. Instead of allowing that to happen, the brute leader grabbed the edge of the Jackle shield with his left hand, and pulled it downwards.
The Spartan was unprotected, and with his back turned, the blade on his right hand was useless. The Jiralhanae fired their super-heated spikes at the exposed back of the demon. Nartumas brought his Plasma sword down, slicing the back of the human, leaving a large gaping wound.
The demon was dead. A victory, but it would be meaningless if engineering is destroyed.
One of Nartumas's soldiers said: "Sir, this demon is still alive."
He looked at the human, and then an idea came to his head: "If he is still alive, the demons will be tempted to come and rescue him."
"Don't kill him! Lock him up with the other prisoners. He's our bait."
The two Jiralhanae standing before their leader lost two seconds in their thoughts.
Satisfied with their leader's way of thinking, they replied "Understood."
In the present time, the Energy Shield that prevents Walter from exiting his prison vanished, and then, two armed Brute warriors entered his cell.
One held a shotgun close to the Spartan's chest. The other pointed his Spiker.
"Demon, tell us how many of you are in this base! Also, reveal to us their location!"
"Once I give you information, what good will that do? I already know you're going to kill me if I tell you now. Besides, you already made your mistake."
Walter used his left hand, and pushed the shotgun away from his torso, towards the second brute. The brute wielding the shotgun reacted by firing his weapon, killing his comrade in the process.
The threat was still not over though. As soon as Walter pushed the shotgun away, he grabbed the beast by the wrist, turned and struck the brute's elbow with his right elbow.
The attack was not strong enough to break the brute's arm, but it hurt the monster enough that it dropped its shotgun.
Walter swept the brute's right leg with his own right leg, making the alien loose his balance.
He took this opportunity to grab the fallen shotgun. The human pumped it once and fired.
The gorilla-like being fell to the ground, dead.
Walter slung his shotgun on his back and picked up the fallen Spike Rifle.
He ran out to the hall, only to be surrounded by a handful of Jackals and Grunts.
The Spartan sprinted towards the nearest Jackal, grabbed its shield and spun the creature around. He hit its head and snapped the necked with his hands.
The room was filled with green plasma bolts.
Activating his camouflage, Walter went for the next Jackal, and sliced the alien with the blades on his Spiker.
A Grunt rushed to the control panel in the room, and activated it. All the shield doors vanished, allowing the Elite councilors to leave their cells and join the battle. In addition, all other Grunts aimed their weapons and fired at their former allies, the Jackals.
"Good thing this armor is immune to plasma weapons." Thought Walter, as he holstered his Spike Rifle and unslung his shotgun.
He fired an 8-gauge blast at another Jackal. Walter wondered if the blood on his armor would be visible to his enemies.
"Human lets go!" Yelled Elite Councilor Jevosee.
A grunt said "We be happy to help good Sangheili. Jiralhanae bad."
"You're only doing this cause you feared me you cowardly fucks!" Thought Walter. He was filled with rage at how these Grunts tried to prove their innocence. Had he not escaped, they probrably wouldn't have freed their Elite counterparts.
"Well at least they fear their Elite superiors and me enough to side with us" he told himself.
The Walter got out of the prison room only to find himself and his new allies surrounded by Brutes on all three pathways in the purple colored hallway.
"Its over demon, you should have stayed in your -" he got cut off once a bright purple beam penetrated his skull.
A plasma grenade landed in the middle of one group of Brutes on Walter's right side and detonated. Bodies flew in the air, which was later followed by plasma fire, and the sounds of Energy Swords activating.
The Brutes returned fire, but were unsuccessful in killing the Elite in front of his comrade, wielding a Plasma Blade. He had a personal arm shield activated. Unlike the Jackal arm shields, this one was much more transparent, and had the shape of a diamond.
The elite warrior lunged at the nearest brute, and cut off its left leg. The Brute fell to the ground.
Then, the Elite swung the blade to his left, and leaving the closest Brute headless.
"I got a score to settle with them." said Walter.
"We are entering the battle! Make room!" ordered Jevosee.
"He said "we." I'm assuming I'm counted as well." It was dangerous to rely on his new "allies," but Walter no longer felt that fear existed inside him. All Walter could think about was the horrors these brutal beasts have done. Rage and the thirst for revenge took over him. They would have to pay for that.
"I fear no evil cause I am the baddest son of a bitch you'll ever meet!" Walter yelled at the top of his lungs, as he thrusted his shotgun onto a Brute's forehead, and blew it off. His feelings were now words; he had no need for his human intellect right now.
Within Sixty seconds, all the hostile aliens were dead.
"Rawotee, how nice to see you again" said Jevosee
"Who is this?" Replied Rawotee.
"This human has agreed to form a temporary alliance with us, seeing as he is in need of our help."
"Thank you human, you have made my job a lot easier."
Walter was unsure of what the thanks were for. "Was it for saving them, or forming an alliance?"
"Are you willing to assist me in blowing up this ship?" He asked, pushing his thoughts aside.
The mandibles of the Elite warrior named Rawotee formed into what looked like a smile.
He replied "I see that our goals do not conflict. Time to finish this mission!"
A/N: Did you notice anything different about this Walter than the one in the previous chapters?
I made up for lost time, didn't I? I'm hoping to finish this story arc soon, cause I'm ready to move on to another location, another segment in this story. I won't be updating this fan fiction when I'm not in the right mood, otherwise, poor writing is the result you'll see, which is not what I want to do, and Chapter 5 is the perfect example of that.
For the future, I'm taking into account the changes made to the Halo Universe in Halo 3, based on the Halo 3 Beta.
Anyways, till next time.