Halo:
The Traitor
Chapter 2: Finding help
Written by:
GhostMouthZach
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0700
Hours November 8, 2552 Military Calendar/
Longsword
bomber 6, Orbiting Mars
The bomber had been flying on autopilot for days. John had drifted from Earth to Mars in a matter of twelve days. There in the cockpit lay John-117.
He was dead asleep from some pills he had taken. Drool dripped from his mouth. His head drooped, John was strapped in the cockpit and ahead through the glass was the red planet. It's polar ice caps could be seen from far away.
Mars slowly grabbed the bomber with its gravity field. A light blue light flickered on the dash. It made a beeping noise that awoke John. He whipped out his Magnum at the windshield and gasped. John breathed heavily and unbuckled himself. He stood and stretched then walked to his bolted down computer chair. He got online and used his mouse to point to AIM. John clicked it and signed on. On his buddy list his friend Fhajad was on. The conversation went as followed:
John117: hey
FhJAd: hello, I haven't seen you in awhile
John117: yes, and I need one last favor old friend
FhJAd: what is that
John117: I need to hide at your place for awhile to get back on my feet. Because I had some trouble back at UNSC, killed some people, im probably a wanted man know
FhJAd: I can help you. Come to my ranch on mars
John117: okay bye
John signed off with Fhajad whom was in a wheel chair after is Spartan operation went hideously wrong. Fhajad was fifty-six now, and he wasn't in real good shape, he had olive skin with a horseshoe haircut with grey hair. He wore thick black glasses, a thick Indian accent, and drove around a motorized wheelchair.
John got back into the cockpit strapped in flipped a switch above him and soared into Mars. The coordinates of Fhajad's ranch were programmed into the cockpit computer. He lived just outside Alienoptis: Mars' largest city.
Most of Mars is a barren desert wasteland. But in 2198 scientists broke new grounds by inventing an artificial environment similar to Halo, but can be put anywhere. But it needs years to setup.
The population of Mars is 45 white, 5 black, 30 sangheili (which is the species that make up the Elites in the Covenant), 15 jiralhanae (which is the species that make up the Brutes in the Covenant), 5 asian.
Crime rates are fairly high, but, underground alien gangs called the Jiralheili (which are made up of Brutes and Elites) consume downtown Alienoptis, and they usually prey on human gangs such as the Mob, or the fairly small Yazuka.
John flew over Alienoptis and could see cars, and people. Finally he got to the outskirts of the city and landed at Fhajad's ranch, unbuckled his seat, flicked off the engine switch, lowered the Gravity Lift and closed it, and waited for Fhajad.
Suddenly he heard a crash and could hear Fhajad screaming. John pulled out his Magnum and pointed it firmly with to hands at the ranch house beside the red barn. The wind made the sand fly in his face and covered his face with one hand and pointed the gun with another.
Mars was a dark and scary place. The guy was a dark grey; the ground had breaks in it. John tripped and fell on his stomach; his gun flew ten feet from him.
TO BE CONTINUED…