Forced Into The Campaign

Part I

Abigdon: Thanks for the reviews so far, and I, yes, Alex did die.

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0916/17 October (Military Calendar)/

Covenant ship Pious Inquisitor

The Elite ran out of the room, yelling to his comrades:

"Get out! It's going to blow!"

His brethren ran out of the generator room as well, accompanied by plasma fire from a commandeered Plasma rifle. There was a deafening explosion, followed by numerous roars from his brothers that were still inside the generator room. The Elite doubled back, dodged a plasma burst, got to the door controls, and jammed the door. He sighed with relief, and then keyed his communications transmitter: the ship Commander would need to know about this breach. He spoke into it, getting straight to the point, and the Commander spoke back. The Elite nodded to himself, and turned to get to the bridge when an explosion sent him flying across the hall. He thudded into the wall, felt his backbone snap, and felt enormous pain. He saw his won blood from his position against the wall, and knew that his shields wouldn't recharge. He couldn't move his body, but he could move his eyes, so he looked up.

What he saw chilled him to the bone, and he wanted to strike down the human with his Plasm rifle, which was still in his hand, but he couldn't, and as the human raised the Plasma rifle in its hand, he said something, something which the Elite's armour translated straight away:

"Eat shit you motherfucker."

The last thing the Elite saw was a yellow visor, and a second 'demon', this one with blue armour, and red blotches.

And this one was pissed.

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Alex Silverman's heart began beating again at 0915 hours, on the 17 of October.

He opened his eyes, and immediately felt pain in his ribs, his neck, his chest and his back. There were 6 bullet holes in his chest, and there were Elite's kicking the shit out of him. Although he didn't know it, those Elite's had saved his life.

When he had been shot by the other Spartan, he had fallen into a crate of Plasma grenades, and the radiation had spiked his heart rate just before it stopped beating. Some Elite's had found him 2 minutes later, taken him to the generator room, thrown him into the un-protected area, where the plasma radiation was strongest, brought him back out and started kicking him. Their kicks acted as defibulators and, due to the amount of radiation, kick-started his heart. Due to the amount of radiation he had received, he had practically died a second time, which was why he came back

Back from the dead.

He lashed out with his arm, grabbing one of the Elite's feet, and twisted it all the way around. The Elite roared, and Alex kicked a second in the chest, still holding onto the broken ankle of the first Elite. He swung the first Elite at the third as the second was thrown back by the kick, and the 2 Elite's were sent flying. He jumped up, ignoring the pain, spun around and saw 4 identical crates of plasma grenades, just waiting to-

The door behind him spun open, and 2 Elite patrols walked in, then stopped and looked somewhat surprised that he was inside their ship.

Alex's foot moved like lightning, flicking up one of the fallen Plasma rifles, and he fired at one of the Elite's. The Elite roared as its shields whittled down, then died, and the plasma scarred its body. As the first Elite fell, the second managed to grasp hold of the situation, and it returned fire at Alex, who blasted the Elite to hell. An alarm began to blare, and Alex had no doubt that they were watching him on the cameras that were placed around the room. 2 separate doors opened, and a squad of Elite's came swarming in, firing their Plasma rifles at him. Alex bolted behind the 3 crates of grenades, and pulled 2 of his own from his belt. He stuck his hand up and rested one on top of the middle crate, then ignited the other and lobbed it at the Elite's. There was an explosion, and he leapt out from behind the crate, firing at the remaining Elite's. 2 of them managed to get through a door, and they jammed it shut. He grinned, saw that there were no more enemies, yet, grabbed one of the plasma grenade crates and put it next to the door. He turned around and fired at the Plasma grenade that he had left on top of one of the other ones, and missed. He fired again, closer this time. He fired one last burst and the grenade exploded.

Needless to say, the result was catastrophic.

The grenade exploded, followed closely by the hundreds of grenades that it was sitting on. Alex dove away from the door when the second crate was thrown with tremendous force at the door, and the grenades inside it exploded, followed by the third crate. Loose parts of the floor walls and ceiling came away from the surfaces, and the door was blown away from the wall. The generator beam in the middle of the room was shielded, and that was taken down by the first crate, leaving nothing but secondary plasma explosions, smoke, and holes in the floor and roof that stretched a number of levels. The glass that shielded the observation room above the carnage shattered, and the room was obliterated. Alex was inside a tiny service hatch in the ground, and he watched as a giant cloud of plasma shot above and hit the wall, almost causing a breach in the hull.

The ship lurched – time to get out of here.

He got up and out of the hatch, almost falling down the 100ft drop to one of the lower levels, and marched towards the large hole in the wall – the doorway, whilst surveying the wreckage around him. There was nothing in the room that was unscarred, and secondary explosions still occurred in various places around the room. He walked through the doorway, to see an Elite lying against the wall. Alex was about to walk past when he saw the Elite was blinking, one of his fingers was twitching – only slightly – and he was wearing white armour, the armour of a Special Ops. Elite, the same Elite that was kicking him when he awoke.

He stopped above the Elite, seeing the Plasma rifle next to it; seeing its shields flickering and he knew that they were dead, unable to repair themselves or recharge. He took aim at the Elite's head, and said 4 words:

"Eat shit you motherfucker!"

He fired a single bolt of plasma, and it hit the Elite in the head, killing it instantly. Alex picked up its Plasma rifle, checked the battery on his HUD, and then continued on, walking steadily down the series of hallways as if the ship wasn't collapsing around his ears.

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Friday/17 November/ 2006

Military Calendar/Brisbane/

QLD/Austrilia/1701

Andrew, Jonno, Harry and Kiel had all gone into the kitchen to have a break, when Andrew's mum walked through the door.

"I'm home!" she called, then said hello to all of Alex's friends.

"Now," she said laughing.

"Where's the guest of honour? I have his letter saying that you can all go to that party at the office, but I won't be able to come."

"Alright, mum." Andrew said, and they went back into the lounge room.

"Let's play campaign," Jonno suggested. "And we can switch every 15 minutes."

"Yeah!"

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Alex arrived in the hangar, firing both of his Plasma rifles at an Elite – showing no mercy – killing him. He turned and saw himself on the bottom floor of a 4-level hangar, and saw a lot of Seraph fighters, and jumped on board, only to be stopped by 3 Elite's, one holding an Energy sword. They roared, and charged at him without hesitation.

Alex was ready for them.

He ducked a blow from the Energy sword Elite, following through by kneeing the second in the stomach, causing it to reel back, clutching its chest and stomach. The third brought up its Plasma rifle and fired, but the blasts splashed harmlessly across Alex's shields. He saw a faint flicker from the corner of his eye, and he ducked, hearing the roar from the Elite standing in front of him. He looked up, and only saw the bottom half of the third Elite, and he spun around to deliver an astonishing amount of Plasma fire to the Energy sword Elite, whose skin and armour crumbled and melted against the enormous heat. He turned to get the last Elite, only to find it holding an Energy sword as well.

The blade hissed to his right as he spun out of the Elite's reach, the he fired at it with his Plasma rifles. The Elite flinched – if only slightly – but kept on coming, becoming more and more enraged with each step. The Plasma rifles hissed, and Alex immediately dropped them, cradling his hands, letting the heat of plasma burn away and become cool. The Elite swung, and Alex leaned right back, the blade stretching across the length of his body, and he felt the searing heat of it. The Elite saw him move, and swung the blade down, but Alex was literally one step ahead of him, moving towards the cockpit. He jumped into the extremely uncomfortable pilot's seat, looking at the controls and hitting random buttons, hoping that the Seraph would start, and it did.

As it slowly rose into the air, he reflexively ducked as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and the Energy sword sliced through the controls, causing the ship to lurch.

"This is my ship now," Alex said through gritted teeth.

"You Covenant son of a bitch!"

He picked up the Elite and threw it into the wall, then picked it up but its throat and slammed it against the wall. He punched it repetitively in the face, and purple blood sprayed everywhere. The Elite managed to land a punch on the side of Alex's face, and Alex spun around, but followed through, using the momentum of the spin, open-palming the Elite's face violently into the wall. The Elite shuddered and fell to the deck, accompanying the large pool of blood.

Alex walked back to the front, and saw all of the confusing controls in front of him. He saw two 'joysticks' on the control board – one for speed and one for direction – so he used them to clumsily pilot the Seraph out of the hangar. He made it into space without meeting any resistance, but was soon disappointed when he saw a squad of Seraph fighters, maybe a hundred meters away, and closing. He looked out the back of the Seraph, seeing the weapons that were there. A few Needlers, some Plasma rifles, and a Fuel Rod cannon. He whistled and approached it, when he was thrown off his feet and into the wall.

Boom!

The Seraph lurched forwards, and he knew what was happening:

The Covenant ship was exploding.

He ran back to the seat, but used the controls standing up, as the seats were designed for Elite's. The ship shuddered, and then sped off towards the human fleet, which was busy engaging 3 Covenant cruisers. The ship was still shuddering, and he saw a few blue flames creep to the corners of the cockpit window. Soon the flames reached the middle, and he knew he had no choice.

He set a Plasma torpedo to aim for a specific target, and then sent it away. He flew out into space, and he lost sight of it because the flames of the Plasma had engulfed the entire window.

He only had a few more seconds to live.

Smash!

Glass exploded inwards, the Plasma torpedo shot right past Alex face!

It shot towards the back in less than half a second, but Alex had already jumped.

Add the velocity of the Seraph fighter – about 200m per/second – with the velocity of the plasma flames, then you get how fast the Seraph was travelling. Add that to the explosion of the Plasma torpedo, which could have melted a Halcyon-class cruiser instantly, and you'll get how fast Alex was travelling when he shot out of the cockpit, and into space:

592.3 meters per/second.

Alex shot out of the Seraph fighter at that speed, and he angled his head backwards to see an explosion within an explosion – the Seraph fighter exploding. He now saw the full length of the wall of plasma rushing towards him, and saw that he was overtaking it, and that it was lessening. He looked back forwards, and he saw the hull of a ship approaching, and sighed – he was going to land safely.

Then he tensed, and a knot formed in his stomach.

He was going to hit it alright – at 592.3 meters per/second!

He quickly did the math in his head as the ship drew closer, and he swore at the answer that he got, which was most likely wrong.

He was going to hit the ship at more than half of a kilometer/per second.

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A/N: Another cliffhangaaaaar! Please read and review, as this story is turning out to be the best, well, this and TFL 2.