Author's Note: *Cough Cough* why did I cough again? There is only the
Disclaimer: I don't own halo, I never did and I will never do. Oh it looks like we have a guest here today, your name, sir?
Inquisitor Toth: I am inquisitor Toth from the warhammer universe. We have detected signs of heresy in form of Master Chief worshipping.....do you know anything about that?
Errr of course i haven't. I am a loyal member of the Imperium! The Emperor's light fills my eyes!
Inquisitor Toth: Good....we will keep an eye on you........of course you know what happens to heretics.....
*gag* We- errr I mean they- are drafted into the imperial army.....in the battle to the front line......and we-I mean they- have to play the to-be-shot-for-motivation-excercises-doll for the commissars........and if we- I mean they- survive all that.... we----they get either tortured for the next millennias, or are being processed into a servitor........
Inquisitor Toth:You seem to be in great distress my friend. The heretics.....*rises the nose into the air*........ must be near.......I can taste their fear.......you know?
*scarednod*
Chapter 3: My scars prove my worth!
Alice stood up to her full height of 2,06 m, facing the Colonel
"This "Laughing Death" is obviousely a Spartan like us, though his movement and fighting style irritates me. But that is impossible! Every Spartan knows his brothers and sisters and he is completely foreign to me!" Alice turned to Parangosky "You know something! Who is he?"
Parangosky gave Alice just a cold smile and replied "This doesn't concern you, neither of you. What should concern you, is that a highly dangerous madman is out of control, roaming free and probably slaughtering a remote village right now. We called you remaining Spartans, because you have the best chance of taking the former detainee down. The order is shoot on sight. Never make the mistake of forgetting that."
With these words (or threats) Parangosky left the room, leaving the Spartans with Arvid to further discuss the specifics of the former detainee.
John began "Since you will obviousely not enlighten us on the man's origin, I suppose the most important questions are: What are his overall combat capabilities? What weapons does he have? I also have some questions regarding his suit."
Arvid coughed "Well, he is obviousely stronger and faster than the average man, as that is common for the Spartans. He seems to be very cunning, despite his brutish looks and his desire to...instill pain and despair into his enemies. He also has a high pain tolerance, as you saw that his current injuries didn't hinder his combat capabilities at all, expect him to stand up even if his legs are broken, also a witness for his determination. As you are no doubt aware, fear doesn't apply to him, another attribute he shares with you Spartans. He seems to be in a state of constant anger, he could act reckless on occasions.
About his weapons, well he stormed the armory unarmed, he aquired the weapons you saw in the footage while he slaughtered his way through the building. By now his weapons could range from the normal sidearm to the feared Spartan Laser, he also seems to have aquired at least one plasma sword and one sniper rifle, showing that he is a deadly enemy up close and on range. He seems to have a preference for melee weapons and since there was more than one Plasma Sword in the armory I would expect him to have some hidden in his suit for back-up. Now to-"
Arvid was interrupted by Douglas
"Why did you even keep Plasma Swords in the armory?"
"Well, our scientists are still trying to figure out how the old covenant managed to keep the flow of energy in its oval shape. The knowledge we could gain from such weapons can be truly magnificent. Frankly the Sangheili (also known as "elites") are unable to help us in this kind of research, as their own research department became dependent on the prophets in their years of old-covenant-membership. Currently, they are rebuilding thier research department, however, it will take time until they can even start thinking about research.
Now, back to the subject. The suit is a highly modified version of the old Mark IV. That may make the suits' overall recharge rate smaller, but the many modifications eases that problem. Like your Mark VI the suit improves the already formidable attributes, giving him like you the ability to lift even a tank. Also the suit was improved by parts of EVA, Hyabusa and CQB. By what we found out from the security-footage, his suit houses a wide variety of blades, located on both kneecaps, chest, arms, two long wrist blades of whom only one seems functional at the moment, shoulders and on both sides of the boots. He is virtually able to turn his whole body into a weapon by simply jumping on an enemy. About the visibly high amount of damage the suit received...well, let's just say that you can't depend on that to make your job easier. Some of the blades could be stuck, but yet most of them endure. The shields are also at nigh full capacity.
We can't give you much advice on how to fight him, as protocol never covered a rogue Spartan. The only advice I can give you is to stay away from him as far as possible, taking him out from afar. You also probably saw his mental destability. In such cases it is advised to look for the source of the destability. With that you should be able to draw him into hesitation, maybe even paralyze him, pry his mental wounds open, although that's all only theory. Expect him to expect the unexpected, as he will surely expect the same from us.
Our job is to track him down and grant assistance in form of marines. Parangosky herself has informed me that you will be granted assistance in any form you need. She will even be able to provide some scorpion tanks if need arises. The orders are easy: Shoot on sight. A rogue Spartan poses too much a threat to the mental image of the population to be left alive.
Despite of being a Spartan, you cannot expect any mercy from him, not even to his own brothers and sisters. The orders are clear. Any questions?"
Alice nodded "How are you supposed to track him down? Will you just follow the trail of blood he leaves behind?"
"Well, for some reason he activated his distress beacon, whether it was on purpose or not we cannot say. And yes we are well aware of the high possibility that this is a trap, which is why we summoned you. After all, it takes a Spartan to take a Spartan down. That we called all four of you is just our way of showing our...determination to take this former detainee down.
We will have various snipers positioned wherever possible and as mentioned before you are granted any assistance you wish, as long as the former detainee is neutralized."
Jerome spoke up "It is obvious that he is trying to draw us in. And it is also obvious that he knows that we know that this is a trap. Why would he do that?"
"We guess that he is trying to gather information about who exactly we are able to send against him. However, this is the chance to eliminate him without causing more distress within the population. We must act on the chance of eliminating him, no matter how low the chance is. He is currently trying to cross over to America, and before you ask, we have no idea what he wants there. His current location seems to be in a canyon. Grab your gear, then return here.
Meanwhile
He saw his thousands of deaths from twelve views, broken eyes watching him, he scratching on the grey wall, digging, his fingers bloody, nails nonexistent. He wanted so much to die. The eyes replicated words, reminding him why he still had to live, even though living was a sin. The scratching became for frantically, more life-fluid streamed from the fingers, smearing the wall, the eyes all around him, laughing, crying, murning, hating. He screamed for mercy, for death. He stopped himself. Then the eyes reminded him how they had kept him alive, so he could die in peace. All for them. Everything and more for them. All and everything was worth for them. Even the constant pain of living.
Laugh woke up, again facing the cold moon, now the shape of a scythe. Even with all the voices clouding his mind, he still saw things clear: What kept him alive was, in the end, only one person.
Parangosky.