A/N Well apparently I got two reviews so I will keep writing as well as respond to these reviews.
Jiaerhalei (whatever) Thanks dude but calm down a little jeez.
Surai Thanks for the constructive criticism maybe you and me could like hook up and go out sometime.
Also the story is AU where humans did find the first halo and destroyed it (sorry no MC here)
And now….Chapter 2.
Dedicated to Eric Nylund…the true halo writer.
Through the hull of the UNSC ship The Majestic you could see everyone at navigational terminals, weapons grids, and well all over the place. The panic still hadn't calmed since slipspace jump out of Epsilon Eridani System. The Covenant had brought fire to almost every planet, ship, port, and asteroid. The Majestic was one of the few who escaped and was expecting a welcoming party after their slipspace voyage. With communications down, radars malfunctioning and the Magnet Accelerator Cannon charging at only 5 percent everyone was doing their best to keep the ship up and for the most part running.
All except for one Marine, Private John P. Harverson. He lied in his bunk resting after a long day's work of almost nothing. He even drifted of to sleep through the alarms and P. A. system shouting orders. He drowned this noise out with thoughts of the battlefield, the Covenant, but most of all Alyx, His love. She was his only will to fight and this will kept him fighting. They had both met in the army at basic training, but that was 10 years ago who knew if she would remember her or even if she died. The thought of them together again was John's only will to fight. Well that and he thought it was fun jamming 8 gauges of pure shotgun lead into an alien's face.
Reach Training Course 10 years ago….
The debriefing room is a cold place where you absorb all the facts you can hoping it will sometime save your life. The first time can make you seem intimidated even scared to go out on the battlefield. Cadet Haverson knew that this was his chance to shine and get promoted.
"Blue team your objective is to capture the Pink Team's flag. Simple huh," ordered the Sergeant. Sergeant Avery J. Johnson was beginning his debriefing of the Blue Team's objectives in the Capture the Flag match held at the graduation of a Marine's training. Should they win they would become official Marines. Should they lose they would go through the course again, the six week course all of them had hated. "The primary mode of entry would be through the woods and through the front door. Of course if you do this I promise you will be up shit creek without a paddle. There are many different ways to get through to the Pink Team's defenses. Be creative," The Sergeant moved over to a crate full of weapons. "This will be your primary weapon." The Sergeant held up what seemed to be a BR55 Battle Rifle, "For safety purposes we replaced the KAT rounds and installed 9.5X40mm tranquilizing rounds. This can a will take you down in a maximum of 3 seconds if shot of the tip of the index finger. So basically u touch this and you will wake up with hangover for a week. Simply put, don't get shot." The Sergeant then pulled out an M6 pistol. No one noticed that it looked different seeing how they all come in different varieties, some with scopes, silencers, flashlights, and different bullet calibers. "This will be your weak ass side-arm. It carries a NVIDIA tranq that will cause slight sleepiness in your enemies unless shpt in the head this sucker will have to go through a whole clip to take down an enemy. I would advise using it only when needed." Sarge then walked over to the final crate which held a SRS99C Sniper Rifle. "Finally the tranq sniper. Pretty basic sniper, with gas tanks for extra gas compression so the noise and trail are still there. Only one rule with this sniper, do not-I repeat- do not under any circumstances shoot someone in the head with this rifle! It can and will kill the target. Got it?" "Sir yes sir!" screamed Blue team. "Also expect a surprise or two on the battlefield. Now get of your candy asses and get me that flag. This ain't no ice cream social."
John moved towards the weapons crates. He decided only to pick the Battle Rifle and Pistol weapon while everyone else juggled the three weapons in hand. "Idiots," John thought to himself," they will barely be able to carry all those things on the battlefield much less be tactical. A huge fact crawled through John's mind. A squad leader, they had no squad leader. This thought quickly diminished as John checked his weapons even though they were already fully loaded and the new shipment of weapons made the chances of the weapon jamming astronomical due to the gas compressed shooting on all weapons besides the M90 Shotgun and M19 SSM Rocket Launcher. John always liked to be sure. The lack of a Squad Leader meant nothing to John as he preferred to be alone. He cared for no one but himself.
Blue Team exited the tent and looked out onto the battlefield. The fastest route was through the city and across a small bridge over the Mendagall River. To the East of the city was a forest where u had to swim the river to the other side. Everyone went the path of the forest to be sneaky. The down was deserted and they thought they would stick out like a sore thumb. John wanting to be a loner decided to take his chances with the city.
Blue Team waited for Sarge's order to attack. "GO GO GO!" he yelled and everyone ran into the forest for a quick jump on the enemy. Of course that was after the two kilometer run through the forest. John was going to be as stealthy as he could. He looked around the city and noticed that sandstorms from the far west had shaded this ghost town brown. So he covered himself in dirt, enough dirt that if he wasn't moving against a wall you couldn't see him. "Here it goes." He muttered to himself and began running the 1.3 kilometers to the Pink Base.
After a long 12 minute jog he found himself on the other side of the Mendagall River from the Pink Base. He was about 500 yards from the base. John took out his regulation binoculars and looked ahead at the Pink Base. "No sign of any guards or snipers for that matter. Something isn't right did they really expect us to all come in through forest, or did we actually win?" John moved in across the bridge above the calm river. He moved in prone to avoid detection. The bridge seemed like for ever to get half way across and just as he did…...
"Boom!" the bridge collapsed under the explosion of some old C-5 explosive. Not enough to kill John but enough to launch him twenty feet away from the river into the water. John fell into a deep unconscious state under the river.
John awoke in a dripping wet sewage pipe smelling of everything rancid in the world. John checked his watch. He had been unconscious for only thirty minutes. The smell probably woke him. He managed to find all his weapons but lost his emergency radio. "Shit." John muttered as he took a step inwards towards the sewer, the step of course landing with a loud mush noise. "I must be underneath the Pink Base."
After 3 minutes of walking in the sewer he came across a ladder leading to the innards of the Pink Base. As he tried to climb a pain jolted through he body, and he couldn't move his right arm. He looked over only to see the forearm bent back past the elbow. "Argh!" John yelled as e felt the pain of his arm being broken. "I must have been in shock the whole time." He managed to think through the pain. Quickly thinking he picked up a piece of metal and tore his uniform a little bit to make a bandage. He leaned against the wall putting the bandage in his mouth to help with the pain he was about to feel from bandaging a wound on the field. Sarge had taught him how to repair a broken arm if that managed to happen on the field. "Find a splint (or straight object) and use it to keep the bone in place until u can get serious medical treatment." His words echoed in his head as he took a deep breath and snapped his forearm back into place. The pain was unbearable. He took the splint and used it to hold the arm in place and then wrapped another bandage to his arm and around his neck to keep the arm from moving. He couldn't abort the mission now even with one working arm. He continued to climb the ladder. When he got to the top he saw his comrades and his enemies all over the place of the fortress and for the most part the place look deserted. He tried to carry his battle rifle normally. Though he couldn't aim it he could still us it.
There the flag was in the center of the base just waiting to be taken. "Wait." He thought to himself "this can't be that easy." He looked around. There a second floor. John moved to clear the second floor of enemies. As he approached the top he saw a seven and a half inch scope aimed at his chest. "Surrender or I will shoot and possibly kill you," Said a female voice. John looked over just as she dropped the rifle and pulled out her pistol for a head shot and a take down. John wasn't going to take this. John ducked a millisecond before the bullet fired dropping his battle rifle from the pain in the process. John rolled to the left over his broken arm yelping in pain and stood up Pistol in hand and aimed for her head. They were both staring into each others guns.
After what seemed like a lifetime of silence the woman finally said, "Well are you going to shoot me?" John finally took his eyes of her muzzle and looked her up and down. Her hair was a light blonde and regulation cut and her body wasn't to defining but still attractive nonetheless. "No," John said and paused after pulling his gun down, "But I will buy you a drink." She put her gun down too as the shook hands and accepted a draw in the battle.
Unknown Area after emergency slipspace jump 10 years later
The rest as the say is history. They fell in deep love only to be parted afterwards. She left for a Recon Squad, he was infantry.
All infantry report to latched Covenant vessel in Section C. John had been daydreaming so long he didn't even hear the first reports of it being in the area. John grabbed his custom M90 Shotgun and headed for the Covenant bastards. "Time for weird alien freak-show sons a bitches to get their heads blown off." John said as he cocked his gun and walked down the hallway.