Sorry for making you guys wait so long. By the way I am looking for a beta reader so if anyone wants be one just send me a message. Oh anyone can use any of the characters in my story if they wish. Without further a do here is the fourth chapter.
Inside Jordan's Head
"Wake up. I can't stay here long, Jordan. The Destroyer will grow conscious of my presence.
At the name Destroyer Jordan opened his eyes. What also grabbed his attention was the voice. It belonged to someone who should be dead. He lay upon black burnt ground. Thick and heavy ashes fell to the ground from dark clouds above. Fires raged all around him consuming the tall oak trees. In the far off distance he could hear torturous screams.
"I'm in hell aren't I Jake?" the Spartan rose to his feet shaking off the ashes that had settled on his armor. He focused on the absurdly tall blue alien that stood before him. Jake was a Navi. Jake's yellow cat like glowing eyes were completely focused on the Spartan. Jordan was quick to notice three things. One Jake had tightened his grasp on his spear. Two the blood oozing hole in the center of his chest. If he remembered correctly it was the exact location where Jordan had ripped out his still beating heart. Third the white misting aurora that surrounded him.
"No. Not that you don't belong there." Jake replied indifferently.
"Let's skip the pleasantries and get straight to the point of the matter. Where am I and why are you here?"
"Do you not recognize the planet you are on? Has it been so long that this place has faded from memory?" Jake taunted.
Taking a look around one more I recognized everything. I was thankful that I was still wearing my helmet as my jaw would have dropped. Recovering from my lapse I answered Jake.
"This is Draco III. My home planet…the day the Covenant invaded."
"Yes." Jake answered. For a moment Jordan detected pity in his voice.
"So this is a memory and that makes you what? My conscious?"
"No I am not your conscious. This is my spirit. As to why we are here the Angel of Death wanted me to show you this and send you a message."
"And what is it?" Jordan said impatiently.
"The whore that stabbed you through did not kill you, but did something far worse. She infused some of hell's power into you."
"What?" Jordan was surprised but still didn't understand how this and that were connected.
"The power feeds on rage. So it sought out the memory that was linked to your greatest rage. Even as we speak it grows."
With concern at this new development Jordan turned to the darkening landscape.
"So what is his message?"
"The End War is upon you." Jake said before he faded from view.
Outside
A low whistle escaped 211 of Alpha Company lips as she came across the inactive green armor of a Spartan. The armor was slumped against the only pile of crates that were still left standing in the docking yard. 211's armor was white with blue trimming. Her armor style was the SCOUT variant. She was of course the best sniper of team Glaive.
"I wonder what could have happened?" spoke 013 of Beta Company as he squatted down next to what he assumed was dead. He had red CQB armor of Mk VII variant.
"He can't be dead right? He's War. He's one of the best of Gamma Company." Spoke 289 of Gamma Company. 289 was the youngest of the Glaive team. His armor was Recon blue with black as a secondary. The only thing out of place on his armor was the Sapper chest piece.
"He's the best?" 211 spoke unbelievingly.
"He's the best at CQB. He wouldn't die without a few thousand of the Covenant bastards killed with his bare hands. "289 said in defense. Among Spartan III's each consecutive group believed that they were better than the previous group. This was a source of friction of Spartan's from a separate company.
"Looks like he wasn't what he was cracked up to be." 211 said bored.
289 was about to speak in retort. When the commanding officer of Glaive spoke.
"My sister. He is a Horseman and would not fall easily." Spoke 260 of Alpha company in a thickly Jamaican accent. He stood behind the two quarrelling Spartans examining a ragged doll that looked strangely like the Spartan they were talking about. His appearance was fierce with a black ODST body armor with gold trim.
The two Spartans immediately ended their bickering. They knew better than to contradict Tosh-260. Otherwise known as Conquest, the former leader of the Four Horsemen.
"You still carrying around those dolls?" 013 asked.
"Yes. I have one for each of my former teammates, and one for each of you." Tosh responded.
"Why?" 013 asked disturbed.
"The spirit of lord tell me of your troubles. Through his eyes I watch you. Through the dolls I can sense your life."
"You still believe in Religion?" asked 211 disapprovingly.
"Heart, mind, body, and soul." Was his response.
"Really?" 289 asked.
"Yes. The lord also tell me that War will be coming along soon."
"How did you ever make it past a psych exam?" 013 asked.
"I ask myself each every mission that I went on with him…but in the end he always got us out alive." The former immobile Spartan said as he stood up.
"War my brother it is good to see you once again." Tosh said depolarizing his helmet to reveal an aged black man with greying dreadlocks. He clasped warms extended arm with brotherly love.
"Same here." The Spartan's attention then turned toward 289. "N, is that you?"
"Yeah." N said sheepishly rubbing the back of his helmet.
"You've gotten taller." Jordan said with a hint of praise.
"The family reunion is nice and all, but we do have a mission to complete." 013 said rather coldly.
"Right. The Covenant aren't going to kill themselves."
"013 and I will take point. 289 you're with 267. 211 stick to the shadows." Tosh said as he turned Assault Rifle in hand to accompany 013 who was equipped with a shotgun. 211 simply activated her camouflage and disappeared from sight.
"Sir." N spoke as he handed over Jordan's lost pistol.
"Thanks." Was all the Spartan said.
Jordan moved out after Tosh and 013 had taken a head start. N followed close by with his own assault rifle at the ready.
…
Shredder rounds and plasma were exchanged as the Covenant and Spartan's engaged one another. The earlier formation that Tosh had ordered had dissolved as N and Jordan waded into the Covenant lines. N was behind Jordan who used a barely alive Brute Chieftain as a meatshield.
"How did you guys find me anyways?" Jordan asked as he blew out left half of a grunt's head.
"Tosh knew exactly where you were." Came N's response as he downed several more Grunts and a Jackal.
Any order the Covenant had went out the window when Jordan taunted the Brute Captain by saying he had a banana for the "Big Ugly Gorilla." Now the Captain was being paraded around as a shield. Many Brutes attempted to take leadership but 211 quickly ended them before they could reorder themselves.
Jordan recognized the value of using the Captain as a shield, but he desperately wanted to use the Gravity Hammer that the Captain had so graciously given him. The original thirty Covenant that had tried to halt their progress along the Warthog production line were soon reduced to blood spatters on the floor.
"Your heavy you know that." Jordan said as he snapped the Brute's neck.
"So what's the objective?" 013 asked as he reloaded his shotgun.
"Were going down the line to the finished model of Warthog's and taking a ride to join the Convoy heading from the Crow's Nest. Rumor is that out brother Master Chief will be leading the charge." Tosh said gazing at the back of Jordan's head.
"The Master Chief?" 211 sounded surprised.
"Believe it." Was N's response.
Tosh watched as Jordan slowly reloaded his pistol. He didn't need to be a psychic to see the cogs turning in Jordan's mind. The Master Chief was the metaphorical yardstick that every Spartan measured themselves by. However if one were to defeat the Master Chief or at least bloody him good then a new standard may be set according to that Spartan.
Tosh remembered the first time he was reading Jordan-267's file for a potential candidate to take the original War's place.
Flashback
"How about Sierra-307?" asked Colonel Ackerson as they examined Sierra-307's file on the Holoscreen.
Ackerson dressed in grey fatigue's and sat ramrod straight. He appeared to be in his late fifties or early sixties. His head was completely absent of hair.
"No." was Tosh's response. "307 doesn't have the skill sets necessary to fulfill War's position."
"We've been at this for over a week and you can't find one?" Ackerson asked disbelievingly.
"None of them are qualified. Let me see ONI's blacklist."
Ackerson glared at him sternly. Tosh was remained as calm as ever. He had faced dozens of Elites at one time and never broken a bead of sweat. How Ackerson intended to intimidate him with a stare was beyond him.
"They are on the blacklist for a reason." Ackerson spoke slowly, clearly.
"If you want the Four Horsemen to be at full fighting potential I need to consider all possible candidates."
Ackerson stared at him hard once more before typing in several commands.
The ONI symbol appeared on the screen before being replaced by a list. The first thing that surprised Tosh was how long the list was. It consisted of eleven Spartan's.
"We'll start at the top." Ackerson said.
Tosh however had already scrolled to the bottom. The last name Number 11 was inked out. The name above that one was Jordan-267 Number 10.
Opening the file he skimmed it.
Graduated top of his company with honors or "bragging rights" as he so fondly refers to it. Spartan 267 displays a fighting skill level only matched by Fred of the Spartan II's. Is highly volatile almost considered radioactive in combat scenarios. Footage retrieved from combat has revealed him to literally rip apart enemies apart with his bare hands. Despite multiple psych evaluation's 267's handler is still unconvinced that 267 should be considered sane. 267's handler still believes he should receive XXX training.
"267 is a crazy bastard, but he's a crazy bastard that we need. Ripping apart enemies and taking a measure of pleasure in it is not a good sign not even in a Spartan. His plans are damned near suicidal and I think that this only encourages him to fight harder. He excels at espionage and counter intelligence he just finds it distasteful. His only saving grace is that he gets the mission done and follows orders to the letter. Recommend for XXX training. It may be the kick in the ass he needs to be a Lethal Vector or a Highly Lethal Vector.
On top of his ground mission performance he is a highly trained pilot. Has taken multiple victories in UNSC controlled space and Covenant controlled space. He is only surpassed by Noble Six in terms of mission victories.
One thing that is considered odd amongst him is his active involvement with both other military and civilian personal.
On a side note he has mentioned several times that he will surpass that Master Chief.
He may be what ONI Section III needs for Operation Alternate Earth.
Tosh was curious as to what Operation Alternate Earth was but didn't bring it up.
"Him." Was all Tosh said.
Ackerson glared at him intently before a wry smile crossed his face. In the back of Tosh's mind he wondered if Ackerson either wanted or knew the Tosh would choose him. Either way he had his War.
End of Flashback
"You have come a long ways since then." Tosh thought as he watched War kill more Covenant.
The five moved quickly through the station all the while Covenant resistance was increasing. They were in reach of their goal. They had reached the end of the production facility and had a wide array of Warthogs to choose from. All they had to do was kill the Covenant resistance and open the big double doors.
War took his newly acquired hammer and began to test it on the Covenant. Three Jackal's were sent flying by the pulse wave. An unfortunate grunt had its skull caved into its chest by a powerful strike from the butt of the hammer. Turning around on his heels War brought the blade edge of the hammer slicing across the throat of a Brute. Wherever War went death followed.
As he used the Gravity Hammer he began to figure out other uses for it. Smacking a row of miscellaneous parts of a Warthog he sent them spearing through the air like fragments from a grenade. In his head War's original demon laughed at the mayhem of his element. Finding new ways to kill.
A loud grinding sound over powered the noises of gunfire and plasma as the massive doors at the other end of the Warthog production facility grinded open. On the other side was a massive array of Covenant ground troops, vehicles, and aircrafts.
Immediately the Spartan's scattered and took cover behind Warthogs or UNSC crates. Neither side moved. The Spartans stayed in cover while the Covenant stood out in the open waiting. A large Brute Chieftain strode forward.
"Demons behold the instruments of you destruction! The Gods have forgiven us and given us a mighty weapon!" Pausing for dramatic effect he held up the Covenant version of a syringe. The Brute let loose a mighty howl as he injected himself. The other Covenant troops followed suit. "We are no longer limited by out physical form. We are now the Fiends! The hunters of Demons!"
Jordan wondered what the hell the Brute was doing. Then he felt a chill run down his spine as a familiar feeling crept over him. The feeling of hellish taint. Immediately the Covenant began to spasm and wail painfully as their bodies began to mutate into their hellish counterparts. The first wave of Hell's minion's had come. The End War had come.
This isn't exactly what I wanted in a chapter as it lacks the blood and gore that is central to my storytelling. Please review and send me feedback on ideas or any characters that you want to add to the story. As always your friend 2 Good 2 Kill.