After HALO (k) Prologue
Date: 22 September 2002, 7:12 pm
It was a time of peace. The Covenant had allied with Earth. Dr. Halsey's son, Jacob Halsey, had created the SPARTAN IIIs, capable of more than the SPARTAN IIs. He created CORTANA Version 2.0, capable of calculating much faster than CORTANA Version 1.0, which had already "DIED". He was a great scientist, and an excellent Marine Fighter. He was Marine General in the Reach system. However, a group of covenant aggressors would not join. 2 admirals, admiral fkagbe and admiral hsdiemaq, and 1 general, gen. jsywk, had kept their forces from joining the Human-Covenant alliance.
Chapter I
The SPARTAN IIIs raged across the battlefield, destroying grunts and jackals, receiving commands from sPARTAN GENERAL JOHN 117, who was the hero that saved the humans and the covenant at HALO. "Capture that artillery post and that Wraith garage!" He screamed. "on the double!" Just then, 3 dropships, along with 6 escort banshees, dropped out of the sky and deployed about a million elites and grunts. AHAHAHA!! Screamed the marines as they jumped out of their PELICAN II dropships.
"whadaya doing here!?" Screamed SPARTAN Sgt. 743.
"Thought we might give you a hand!" Sait Pvt. Mendoza Jr. "After all, we are the toughest marines around."
The banshees swooped down, fired a volley of shots at the squad, and zoomed back around. Pvt. Wallace Jenkins Jr. Pulled out his heavy RL-219 NUKE rocket launcher and fired it at one of the banshees. The explosion brought down an additional 2 more. He fired another shot, taking down the rest of them. A team of longsword III fighters fired off their machine guns and dropped heavy 20-Kiloton bombs on the artillery post. It detonated explosives inside the warehouse. 5 grunts, plasma rifles in hand, fired at the ships. "Me need food!" screamed one of the grunts. "Look! Pelican!" Another one said. "Kill him!" the 3rd one yelled. They fired gobs and gobs of shots, aiming for the left engine. It overheated, exploded and took the pelican down. "Me, me, that was me!" one of the grunts said. They scavenged the dropship, found food, and munched it down. "Well that's stupid!" Pvt. mendoza said. They shot down the dropship for the food! And I'm hungry!"
"Stow it!" Said Sgt. Aaron Keyes, nephew of the late Captain Jacob Keyes. "Wait!" Mendoza said. "Let me finish reading my book!"
after hours of arguing, complaining about putting their book down, and complaining about hunger, they reached the control bunker. "What does it do?" Jenkins said.
"We'l find out." SPARTAN Cadet 789 said.
Chapter 2 The army didn't want to find out what the control panel did, so they planted 6 nukes on it instead and called for evac. The control room exploded, And so did the rest of the area. Leaving a huge crater that had an area of 600,000,000 square miles. Canyons started to form, the planet started to crack. H huge piece came off from another nuke cluster that another group of marines placed, hitting one of the moons. The debris from the moon flew back at the planet, blowing up the weak cracking planet and Gen. Jsywk's army(And him) However, the 2 admirals needed to be destroyed, too... To be continued..... Preview for Pt. 2 of After Halo Cortana V2.0 stared out of the pelican dropship. There it was, the Truth and Reconcilliation II, they were gonna board it in a few moments. "This is suicide! Cortana v2.0 said, a Spartan was killed in an assault like this!" "We ain't gonna give up!" Mendoza said. "My dad was a prisoner aboard the Truth and Reconciliation I, and he escaped!" They were drawn in, and greeted by squads of grunts. Some had plasma rifles, some had needlers, and some had fuel rod guns one of the grunts moved out and shot a superheated plasma shot at Pvt. Timothy Jackson. "Tim!" Mendoza screamed. No answer.
After Halo (k) Part II
Date: 26 September 2002, 12:52 am
Before we begin, I just wanna say, thanks for writing back and giving me tips about how to spruce up the story. I appreciate it. So, here's another fan fic about Halo. And I slowed it down for my fans.
Pvt. Jackson had been badly injured. Knocked unconcious, but was still alive. Mendoza sent him back on a Pelican II designed as a paramedic ship. Mendoza was commander of the marine squad after his heroics back on the planet. "Bad cyborg!" one of the grunts screamed at SPARTAN commander 035. "Everybody duck!", He shouted. He pulled out a plasma grenade and threw it. It landed on the brave commander, but he just plucked it off and stuck it on the grunt. "You shoud've ducked too!" he said.
"AAAAHHHH!!! AAAHOOHOO!!! ME HAVE BIG GRENADE STUCK TO MY-- WAAAAHHH!!!" The grunt screamed until he exploded. Cortana 2.0 directed the forces to a door on the right. But she had second thoughts. "I'm detecting rhvyhftonium alloy just beyond that door." she said.
"So?" said a marine.
"That means there are 4 hunters inside those doors!" she said.
"Got ya." said Sgt. Kayson. "My squad, get your grenades ready!" he said.
"All troops with rocket launchers, get them out!" Commander Mendoza said.
"Yes, sir!" the marines said. They got out their rocket launchers and aimed them at the door. Just then, the 4 hunters that Cortana 2.0 described came out. The marines fired their rocket launchers and in a few seconds heard an "AARRGGHH!!" as the hunters died.
"ROAAARRRR!!!" Mendoza screamed in victory as his father did over the entrance to silent cartographer several years earlier. Inside the hallway there were 5 spec-ops grunts standing by with their plasma rifles. "Can I have this helmet?" One of them said. "Let 'em have it!" screamed Lt. Vincenti. The marines and SPARTANS charged at the grunts. The grunts looked up from the dead marine of whose supplies they were bartering over and picked up their plasma and fuel rod guns. They were brutally slaughtered. The last one surviving was taken as prisoner. A SPARTAN questioned the grunt, then called for a shuttle to pick him up. He spoke to the other SPARTANs for a brief moment, then led everyone down a long hallway. They found 2 grunts and an elite-major. "I work for admiral Hsdiemaq!" The elite said. "I'll take you all prisoners!"
"Git 'em." Said SPARTAN commander 035. The troops obeyed and slaughtered the covenant guards. "According to what's on the covenant battlenet, the control room should be... here. No, wait! That's for the Truth and Reconciliation I. The control room for this ship is several hallways away." cortana 2.0 said. "We should get moving."
Another 2 elites appeared, spec-ops elites. They fired their automatic plasma rifles very quickly, killing 2 marines and injuring 3. Luckily the room they entered was a hangar. From there they called for an evac for the 3 injured marines and replacements for the dead ones. However, one of the spec-ops elites got up and pulled out his plasma rifle. He was badly injured, but had enough strength to walk. He moved closer to SPARTAN 035 and just as he was about to shoot, CORTANA v2.0 said "Look out!". The SPARTAN leader turned and whacked the elite with his shotgun. The elite fell, and 035 made sure he was dead by picking up his plasma rifle and shooting bolts of superheated plasma right through it. After the reinforcements arrived, the squad continued through a heavy bay door in which they received a pleasant greeting from 5 jackals. The troops had charged and wiped away the
would've-been assasins in a zip. Grunts appeared, one wearing a marine's helmet. "We're allies! Don't shoot!". Sure enough, their uniform bore the UNSC symbol on it. The grunts were part of the leauge that affiliated with the United Nations Space Command. Many covenant had mistaken them for their own, making it easy for them to infiltrate the base. They arrived at a cargo bay where there was also a gravlift loading zone. A green elite, one known as a "Captain" was wielding a plasma sword. "Whoa!" said Corporal Heyson. "I've never seen that kind of elite before!"
"Well, I have." said Sgt. Quigley. "They're tough!" Sure enough, the elite charged out and nearly killed one of the SPARTANs. But he dodged the swipe just in time. He pulled out his needler and fired several shots, destroying him. The other elites were captured and brought back down to the hangar via gravlift(The gravlift had a secondary teleport function) and sent them home. After doing the deed, the powerful troops moved on. After they swiped the grunts in the hallway with the Elite-Captain's plasma sword, they reached the control room. An elite with purple armor, Admiral Hsdiemaq. "You destroyed my bodyguard captain, you neutralized my security, but you won't live to tell the tale! He swiped at the marines, taking down 3 of them. The SPARTANs opened direct fire on the admiral, eventually weakening him. They took his sword, his rifle, and escorted him back to the shuttle bay. Pelican dropships showed up to pick them up, and back on the space cruiser PILLAR OF AUTUMN II, the marines and spartans were given Medals of Honor, but they knew they had to stop one last person before they won the Human-Covenant War. Admiral Fkagbe was still to be beaten, and he was the most powerful, tightly governing a thread of worlds far away...
Don't miss the next fan fic in the After Halo trilogy, the Fall of the Covenant Empire. Here's a sneak preview! The spartans and marines stood in the operations theatre of the PILLAR OF AUTUMN II, ready for a briefing by Jacob Halsey himself. Cortana was also briefing, along with several other AIs. "Greetings, crack troops!" Halsey said. "You've been called here for an emergency mission! Fkagbe still stands. Being the leader of what's left of the opposing Covenant, he must be stopped. You will be sent on our ships to attack the String of planets he controls. The base being The homeworld itself. The mission will be dangerous, as several crack marines tried-- and failed to do this.
You are our last hope.
After Halo (k) Part III
Date: 28 September 2002, 3:22 am
Hey! It's me again! Giving another after Halo fanfic. This is going to be a LOT better. It's the final chapter in my After Halo trilogy, but don't expect that I'll stop writing there! Writing stories is one of my hobbies, and I would never give up. So, here's another excellent fan-fiction from KyleG(Nickname the Headless Elite). THE LAST CHAPTER IN THE AFTER HALO TRILOGY! "Good luck!" Dr. Jacob Halsey said. The SPARTANs left the room and went to get their MJOLNIR II armor on. "is that all? Good luck?" Pvt. Harrison said. "He says that we might die and he tells us GOOD LUCK? Man, I think this mission will be tough!" "Stow it, marine!" SPARTAN 035 said. "Remember we have the UNSC Covenant League on our side. there's nothing, I mean NOTHING, that will stop us. Get going, marine!" The marines and the SPARTAN IIs stood on the boarding deck, ready to board their Cruisers via shuttle pod. "Man, these boogers are GOIN' DOWN!" Said Commander Mendoza. "Let's go!" The troops boarded their shuttlepods and were off to the Covenant homeworld. The UNSC covenant would also be joining them on the mission. "Wow! SPARTAN IIs!" said a deck officer as they boarded their cruiser. Many officers and security marines oohed and aahed as the super-soldiers walked through the halls to the CRYOSTOR facility. They would be spending the remainder of time in cryosleep while the ship sped toward the band of planets held by Admiral Fkagbe. CHAPTER I
REVILLE "Wake up! Wake up!" said Commander Mendoza. "We're here!" "How long has it been?" said SPARTAN 035. "Exactly 3 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, 3 hours, and 48.5 minutes." Cortana said. "Well, That was a good sleep. Where are the aliens?" said SPARTAN 343. "Alert! Boarding craft inbound!" Capt. Harold Keyes' voice rang over the intercom. "All units, repel boarders! Longsword squadrons D through J, attack boarding craft." "Let's go!" said SPARTAN Lt. 304. The SPARTANs sped out of the CRYOSTOR facility and found themselves in a hallway with 3 grunts. "Die, devil!" the first one said. "Fire!" the second one said. And with that, he threw a grenade. The grenade missed the humans and stuck to another grunt. "NO-HO-HO!!" It screamed as it ran down the hall . Eventually there was a loud plasma explosion and the sound of three grunts and elite's death cry. A grunt with white armor appeared holding 2 fuel rod guns in each hand. A grunt lieutenant. He charged one up and fired it at a marine. His arm was gone. "AAAIIIYYYEEE!! THAT BURNS!" He screamed. "We've got a man down!" said pvt. Jackson, who had recovered from a plasma burn recently. The SPARTAN IIIs grabbed the helpless grunt by the nek, and shot it. Commander 035 grabbed his fuel rod rifles, and with a grin, fired the destructive weapons at a nearby elite. "Uh-oh." Cortana said. "What?" asked Pvt. Smith. "I'm detecting Rhvyhftonium alloy, Gqhedusge alloy body armor, Methane gas sealed with Fyefsjfndkqnium alloy, and Klezrgshfbkwbq-powered hand shield generators!!" "Is that bad?" asked Pvt. Smith. "Yes." Cortana replied. "Scanner calculations show that in the docked boarding craft, there are 2 hunters, 5 elites, 8 jackals, and 15 grunts!" "That's bad." The private replied. "Quick! Get out of the way! They'll blow the hatch open! They'll kill us all!" "That's not gonna happen." Commander 035 said. He pulled out his fuel rod guns and blew the airlock door open before the Covenant could plant a charge on the airlock. Sure enough, the compliment of warriors that Cortana described burst out. Suddenly, there was an announcement over the speaker: "MAC cannons have breached the hull of enemy carrier. Reactors critical. Waiting for report from scout ships... report received... Carrier destroyed! Enemy carrier eliminated!" "WOO-HOO!!" cheered the marines and personnel The covenant forces charged at the humans. But the soldiers were greatly outnumbered. 225 to 30. The marines and SPARTANs destroyed one of the hunters, and cracked the shield on the other. Making him vulnerable. Then the marines captured the hunter and brought him to a brig facility. With their main defense destroyed, the remaining grunts ran away. "Little people first!" One of the grunts cried. "They're everywhere!" Another grunt remarked. Commander 037 sealed the blast door, threw several plasma granades, and fired off his fuel rod rifles. The grunts, as usual, panicked. They eventually were thrown by an explosion. "How do we get this door open?" Asked Lt. Jenkins. "Leave it to me." Said 035. He tapped a few controls on the control panel. The door started to open, but exploded in the process. "D%&# it!" 035 said. "They planted a detonator on the door!" The explosion made door come off, making it easy to get through. After getting through the doorway, the marines came to a control area held by grunts. Service personell lay on the ground. "Take them alive!" Mendoza yelled. The SPARTANs had the same plan. They headlocked the grunts, held their guns up to them, and asked them a few questions. After that, a squad of marines led the grunts to a brig facility. A little after that, a team of technicians came and took control. The Marines and SPARTANs left the control facility, and after breaking the skulls of aliens in combat, the crack supercommandos reached the hangar bay. "What a long trip!" Lt. Vincenti exclaimed. Pelican dropships picked up the SPARTANs and marines and brought them down to the frozen homeworld. "Okay! LZ clear! Got your oxygen tanks on?" the dropship's voice blared over the loudspeaker. The marines took a deep breath. Below was a team of grunts and elites. Ready to battle. The fate of Earth was in the hands of these brave men. Don't miss chapter 2 of this story, The Homeworld! Sneak prev. The world was covered in ice and methane. The covenant were very fierce here. But the crack squad of humans that the UNSC had were winning against the covenant. But now there was a problem. The marines were looking for a way up to the hovertower that the leader was waiting in for the humans. "I'll meet up with you guys later. I've got to get the party started up there. Go find another way up.." The marines and SPARTANs obeyed and went in search of another way into the structure. They saw the chief go to a covenant military airport for a ride. Suddenly a big blue explosion lit the airport up. Several flaming banshees and dropships came out. Mendoza called for the chief. "Chief? Chief?" No one answered.
After Halo pt. 3 Chapter 2 The Homeworld
Date: 29 September 2002, 10:55 pm
"Chief!" Mendoza screamed. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! Why did it have to be you?"
"I'm not receiving any signal from the commander's vital brodcast or neuro-implants.' Said AI 23508. "Without his implants, he may not be able to control his MJOLNIR III armor that well or have contact with Cortana."
"He's gotta be alive." Mendoza said. "He cant die! He's SPARTAN commander!" Just then, a faint transmission came through the COM channels. "Men--doza... Take contr--... captured by--... be executed--... without me--... re transmit--... Reach--... surviving SPAR--TAN IIs... Battle... Reach."
"What does it mean?" Asked Pvt. Peters.
"I think that this transmission might have been from the commander." Mendoza replied. "But what's with that 'Surviving SPARTAN IIs'?"
"I dunno." Replied Peters, "but I do know that there is another team of elites and grunts coming this way! Quick! Let's get outta here!" Sure enough, there was a team of covenant troops approaching from an artillery post with 2 wraiths as cover. Overhead, a banshee sprayed fire down on the human troops. But they didn't give up. Even without leadership, the human warriors attacked the covenant swiftly and set detonation mines in front of them. The covenant didn't notice that detail and the elites charged at the UNSC soldiers. The mines went off, tossing the elites into the sky. The grunts lost their confidence. "They got elites! RUN!" They took cover next to a wraith. "Fire in the hole!" yelled Sgt. Jeterson as he took out a frag grenade and tossed it at the wraith the grunts were taking cover by. "Aaiyye?" a grunt squeaked. "AAAAHHH!! RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!" the grunts ran in all directions when the grenade hit the tank. When The tank exploded the grunts realized that the only way to live was to either run away or give themselves up. And of course they chose run away. "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" a grunt screamed.
"Great job, Jeterson!" Remarked Corporal Harolds. "Let's take out the rest of those covenant stragglers!" Harolds pulled out his jackhammer rocket launcher and fired 2 shots: One at the banshee, bring it down, and another at the other wraith. Detonating it's artillery hold. "Okay." Said AI 23508. "There's a gravlift at the top of that hill over there. But it's guarded by several warehouses, barracks, and gun posts. It'll be hard to reach the gravlift without suffering casualties. I'll call for an evac."
"Go ahead, pal." said SPARTAN 382. "All right. Come in, Robo 53! Come in!" "Roger. Robo 53 here." "Request reinforcements and equipment to set up base camp. Can you do it?" "I'm on my way."
The unmistakable low whistle of pelican dropships immediately filled the sky. 6 pelicans came in carrying 4 platoons of marines, 4 warthogs, 2 scorpions, and extra camp establishment gear. "Hallelujah!" Cried Corporal Harolds as the ships deployed the troops and vehicles and supplies. "We've got supplies to last us 3 months on this icicle!"
"We're bringin' in more, too. You guys are getting some stationary guns, more vehicles, and We're establishing some structures down here, too! this is gonna be a permanent base."
"Acknowledged." 23508 replied.
"Look out!" Someone screamed as 4 ghosts entered the newly established command center. 2 Covenant dropships appeared in the sky holding SHADE guns on their rear clamps. Spec ops grunts left the ship. Some climbed into the SHADE cannons, while some directly attacked. "Look out!" Screamed a marine as he pulled out his shotgun. "Say hello to my little friend!" he stuck his gun in the mouth of one of the grunts and fired. Pieces of bone and shrapnel flew across the field, lodging in some of the grunts' heads. Their methane life support systems' Fyefsjfndkqnium armor immediately broke, causing the grunts to scream in pain. "You're not so tough after all!" The marine remarked. "Let's get those ghosts!"
"I'm on it." Replied SPARTAN 83. He fired his snipe rifle several times at the elites on the ghosts. The class III shredder rounds in his rifle pierced the elites' armor, wounding and killing them. He ordered 3 other SPARTANs to the other 3 ghosts, and ordered the marines to follow along in the vehicles that had been deployed.
"Alert!" AI 23508 said. "Gqhedusge body armor alloy detected in that bunker. There are 5 elites in there!" A squad of 5 marines, all holding jackhammer rocket launchers and their sergeant piloting a scorpion, opened direct fire on the station. An internal explosion went off, and 3 angry grunts burst out. "Gletsbdf Dg Jhsofkb!" One of the elites said. "Kwkfx Qu!"
"I don't like the sound of that." Said Corporal Davidson. The grunts were holding plasma rifles, and one of them was a captain elite. The other 2 were commander elites. Davidson picked up the plasma rifle he got from a dead grunt, ran towards the captain, and jammed it into his skull. He then grabbed his plasma sword and chopped off the head of one of the commander elites. He wasted the rest of his shots on the last elite, but the commander took out his rifle and shot the brave marine in the chest. "NO!" Screamed Lt. Jackson. He kicked the elite took his plasma rifle, jammed it into the elite's skull, and wasted the gun's entire battery on the vicious alien leader. He then picked up his comrade. "Thanks." He said. Then closes his eyes. "Fred!" Jackson screamed. "WHYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?!?!?!" He screamed. He grabbed his fallen comrade's plasma sword and turned the elite's head into soot. "Let's get 'em." He then says.
"Hey!" Mendoza says. "Look! There's a passageway here!"
"According to the covenant battlenet, this passageway leads to the valley, where the hovertower's gravity lift is located. Let's go." Says 23508.
"Game on!" Mendoza screamed.
The tunnel was filled with explosions that the marines triggered when they set the bunker on fire. Dead aliens littered the floor, dead from the blasts. At the end of the corridor there was a door sealed off by comm terminals toppled from the destructive blast that enflamed the entire hall. "Let me take care of these." Said SPARTAN 034. He picked up the barrells and opened the door. At the gravlift were 5 jackals and 2 hunters and 8 grunts guarding. "There they are!" Screamed a grunt. 034 heaved the comm terminals at the hunters. They tripped, giving the human troops the chance to destroy them. A detonation was placed on the hunters' backs. When the hunters got up, they were barbequed. The grunts and jackals weren't so hard to kill. The humans used the grunts as missiles on the jackals. The rest ran off. the marines secured a cliff that wad a SHADE cannon on it. Sgt. Stacker tossed a frag grenade into the area that the stragglers were standing in and cleared out the rest of the guards. SPARTAN 136's voice came on over The COM channels. "All right, team. Let's square away the gravlift. Move! Move!" The humans boarded the gravlift and were lifted up to the heart of the covenant empire...
Don't miss the next chapter in part 3 of After Halo. The admiral! Sneak prev. Chatter filled the covenant battlenet, grunts and other strange aliens wandered the hovertower, and somewhere, SPARTAN commander 035 was being held. But where? The humans pondered that question. Just then, another Transmission was received from the commander. "Come in, marines! Come in marines! I have SPARTAN II survivors from the battle of reach. But we need evac pronto! Give us assistance! Give us assistance! .............." More titles coming soon from Kyle Gallagher!
After Halo pt. 3 Chapter 3: The Admiral
Date: 5 October 2002, 5:08 pm
0600 hours, earth time. March24, 2578
Covenant command hovertower
Usgdushq II system, planet Hwiwgs
______________________ "I'm setting up a navpoint for you to find us. Were in prison facility 877254858462739584362424363484960979574710032002. Hurry!" Said 035. His voice was filled with fright. "It must be pretty bad up there." Said Pvt. Trevors. "You sure about this?" "Of courseI'm sure. The covenant battlenet gives me direct coordinates to prison facility877254858462739584362424363484960979574710032002.It shouldn't be that hard. Here. I'llupload the maps into your HUD and CyberLensdisplay.The complicated labyrinth appeared on the Marines'computer display lens and the SPARTAN IIIs' HUD displays. "You wanna get us thru that?"Said Sgt. Reynolds. "We better get some more troops!" He then spat over the radio: "Reynolds to fleet. Reynolds to fleet. We need additional reinforcements! Drop them off at the nav pointI've set up for you." "Roger, Sgt. Reynolds. Nav signal received. Approaching LZ. Wait. What's that?! 4 banshees!!! OH, NO!! THEY'VE GOT SHADE CANNONS PLACED ON THE LZ! THEY"RE SHOOTING US OUT OF THE SKY!!! LOSING CONTA--- AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" "Reynolds to marines. Reynolds to marines! Over." "Roger.Sergeant Martinezreporting. We lost some of ourplatoon in the crash. We're in a bad way. We've got wounded." "Well, get your butts up to the gravity lift, we'll get you some medical supplies." "Roger. Over and out." A door opened, and a squad of jackals, 12 of them,charged out. "Whchdxu hw!" one of the jackals said in a scratchy voice. Immediately the jackals ran in and chargedtheir Gqtdjsnxq & Uyencfjs-producedplasma pistols to the max.They stood on the gravlift loading zone. At the same time, Sgt. Martinez' marines offloaded. Some of the marines welded together with the grunts during the teleportationprocess, and itmade one sickening look when that happened. "Bloody crap!" Screamedmarine Corporal Aarons. "That's horrible!"Then, a huge armada of grunts and elites, more than Aarons had ever seen, tore through the blast door. there were 100 grunts and 30 elites. That was aproblem. 6 hunters charged in after them. "WE'RE SCREWED!!"Said Pvt.Jenkinsville. "WE'RE SCREWED!" The eliteswere advancing. They shot their plasma rifles at lightning speed.
They really don't want us to get the admiral. Thought Sgt. Martinez. He pulled out his Jackhammer rocket launcher and fired 4 shots at the elites. Wiping out 16 of them. He picked up a plasma sword and severed the heads and limbs of some of the grunts. Plasma and lead flew across the room, the battle was fierce. Spartan 037, of whom 23508 belonged to, sent new commands to his spartans. "Spartans 056 to 124, Set antitank mines across the border. I've already told the rest of the troops about our plan. Go, go, go!" The grunts and elites had been busy combatting a distraction squad of marines when the spartans laid the mines. The squad fell back into the main team, and, of course, the covies pursued them. Flames lit up the elites and grunts. Their plasma grenades went off, causing a gaping hole in the hovertower. One of the hovertower's engines set off. Damaging the main reactor. "Analyzing... In 24 minutes thetower's reactor will detonate,causing an explosion much like the oneset off during theattack on General Jsywk! It will destroy the entire homeworld! We have to hurry!" 23508 said. A squad of grunts came to see what was going on. The spartans picked up the plasma rifles of the dead elites, and fired shots at theweak foot soldiers.The Fyefsjfndkqnium-sealed methane gas burned, causing the grunts to go mad. Their suits burned up, leaving charred flesh. The marines had never seen a grunts without their combat armor on, they looked hideous. "Man." Said Lt. Riverton. "And my daughter said they were cute!"
"Right on, Lieutenant." Said Commander Mendoza. "But we've got to get moving." The next room was a hangar bay.Charred black with explosions. Covemant dropships lay crashed, banshees were torn to peices, and8 Seraph fighters lay smouldering in flames. "You know,"SaidSpartan 503. "Since the security here was knocked out by a reactor blast, this would be a good place to get some reinforcements."
"Good thinking!" SaidSpartan Lieutenant 037. "037 toRobo team. 037 to robo team. Come in. Over."
"Roger, Robo team standing by. You need some reinforcements?'
"Yeah. We need 80 troops. Make sure that at least 20 of them have Jackhammer Rocket launchers."
"On my way. RoboLeader out." Pelican dropships whistled through the sky and dropped a giant army of marines. A dozen banshees appeared, scoring the pelican dropships with plasma. The marines took out their Rocket launchers and blew the airfighters out of the sky. "WHOOO-EE!!" Exclaimed Lt. Spearson. "Ya see that? That's how tough they are!"
"Hurry! Only 19 minutes before the ship explodes! Let's go!" In the next roomthere were somemarines that escaped fromone of the prison facilities and wereattacking a company of 13 grunts. The grunts were losing until a Commander-elite charged in andtried to chop the snot outof them. "THOSE COVIE FREAKS!" Screamed one of the marines as he wasted 75% of his battery on the elite. Another marinegave the elite several melee hits to the back and wasted 2 clips out of his needler onto the covenant monster.He ran towards the remaining 5 grunts and when the needles detonated, the entire team of grunts wnd the elite were burned away by the purple plasma blast the needles made.
"I could've beaten them mysel-- WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. Spartan 3s." The marine snapped a crisp salute to thegod-likewarrior. "My dearest apologies, SIR! My squad has been held in here since the battle of Sigma Octanus II in 2576. Weescaped when an explosionbroke open the prison doors. We salvagedthe weapons of the dead guards, and made ithere.I also know where the Spartan IIs are being kept.Follow me!"
They took the marines advice and followed him down the brig facility. But at the end of the last door, 16 grunts blocked their way. Some of them were carrying fuel rod rifles. The fuel rod guns vaporized 4 of the marines and 2 of the Spartans. 037 grabbed the leader and strangled him, eventually breaking his spine. The other grunts panicked. They ran in all directions, screaming desperately. The marines blew the grunts to smithereens. "Well, here's the moment of truth." Said Commander Mendoza. He punched in a few controls and when the door opened, Admiral Fkagbe was questioning the prisoners. He was an elite with yellow, green, and purple armor. The prisoners spotted the Spartan IIIs, and immediately ran away. There was extra security in the interrogation room,10 admiral-elites,20 Captain-elites, and 40 Commander-elites. Members of the covenant ruling council. Fkagbe thought prophets were to weak for his empire, so he murdered them all and put his elites in control. They immediately spotted the troops and slaughtered 40 of them. But with grenades, jackhammer launchers, needlers, and sniper rifles, the humans had the advantage. Mendoza took a plasma sword and cut the arm off admiralFkagbe and disabled his shieldgenerating system. The marines shot plasma bolts at ahe elite's other arm and legs, making him immobile and weak. 23508 checked the timer. 3 minutes. The troops had to get evac. When theyleft the interrogation room,in the place of the rest of the hallway was a gigantic gashthat made a perfet evac zone.10 pelican dropships waited for them. They flew by the base, which had been abandoned, and to the fleet. 3... 2... 1... an explosion went off at the hovertower, and the explosion was just as powerful as the one that defeated General Jsywk. The planet started tocrumble. The covenant had been defeated.The best squad of marines, the Spartan IIIs, and the Spartan II veterans had become heroes. On thecruiser Earth II,John greeted his old friends.There were covenant patrols that were trying to rescue their captured leader, but with the Earth II's 5 MAC cannons, 950 archer missile pods, 1245 point-defense weapons, 70 nukes, and1000 longsword fighters, the humans were unbeatable. Thehorrible saga of the Human-Covenant war was over. There would be covenant who objecred, the war would continue. But since the covies were weak, the humans were in control of the known galaxy. Coming soon:
Assault on the Control room: A novelization
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