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Return of the Master Chief by Sparduck 117
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Chapter 1 - The Spartan 058
Date: 20 April 2005, 12:58 PM
The Spartan 058 opened his eyes as the cryogenic tube popped open. "Sorry for the quick thaw, sir, but Covenant ground forces have infiltrated the Prince of Wales and are slaughtering our forces! We need your help, sir. You'll receive arms on the way. Follow me!" The crewmember beckoned to the Spartan, and ran out of the door. Jumping out of the cryotube, the Spartan, Melvin 058, landed on the ground, leaving a small dent where the half-ton hulk had landed. His green Titanium-A armour glinted under the harsh fluorescent tubes that illuminated the hallway. He ran after the crewmember, easily catching up, grabbing two weapons along the way when suddenly, the crewmember screamed, fell to the floor, twitched, and died. Standing right across from the Chief was a Covenant minor Elite. In his hand was a new type of weapon, one that glowed threateningly and crackled with lightning-blue electricity. Lifting the weapon, the Elite roared and charged, and gave the Spartan a solid blow with the weapon. Whereas a melee blow from weapon would normally take away a quarter of the Spartan's shields, this one cut through them and left the warning buzzer in John's helmet beeping in an urgent and arousing tone. Hurriedly back-pedalling, the Spartan fired his BR55 at a rapid-fire rate as the Elite charged after him - and died. Silently thanking the UNSC for the miraculously useful weapon, John bent over and picked up the weapon that the alien had been using, and had a good look at it. It would come in handy in future skirmishes. Hanging it on his belt, John stood up, and trooped on.* * * After slaughtering about 30 more Covenant troops, the Chief reached the bridge, where he found Captain Jonathan Nixon deep in thought.
"Sir."
The Captain swiftly turned around, and addressing the Spartan with a salute, he quickly said,
"The Covenant have taken over most of the ship. We can't fend them off, so we have decided to crash this ship into that ring-shaped construct over there. Hopefully we can take some of that Covenant scum with us. Your job now, Chief, is to make sure Cortana does not fall into their hands. If she does, the Covenant will know everything. Schematics. The Flood. You."
"I understand, sir."
"Good. Now get off this ship."
"Aye aye, sir."
He raced off the bridge, and in double quick time, he reached the lifeboats, having slashed any aliens that got in his way with the Sword. Jumping in, he found it already full, the Marines strapped in, waiting, and raring to go. Punching the "Door Close" button, he said to the Marine pilot:
"Let's go."
The life pod ejected, and sped toward the ring...* * * Sergeant Major Kern Choong shouldered his MA5B as he stuck his head out from behind the Forerunner structure to inspect his surroundings. Almost instantly, plasma bolts whizzed out all around him, coming dangerously close to turning his face into charred flesh. Cursing, Kern Choong dived back behind the structure as the grass around him started to burn. Corporal Regan had been felled in battle by a gold-armoured Zealot with an Energy Sword as he had been vigilantly attacking a Minor Elite with his M6D. Five other Marines had fallen to the same Elite before he had been run over by an M12 LRV, driven by Lieutenant Chester. He, too, had fallen prey to the vengeful aliens. All that was left of his dwindling squad was Rear Admiral Cedric and Lieutenant Terence. With only one thousand two hundred rounds of assault rifle ammo and five hundred rounds of pistol ammo between them, the Sergeant did not think they would be able to hold out much longer.
The assault rifle clattered as it discharged fifteen rounds into the gut of the minor Elite. It gave a groan of pain, then fell, and did not get up again. Reluctantly swapping his spent MA5B for the Elite's Plasma Rifle, the Sergeant continued to hold his position, waiting for other UNSC personnel to come and rescue him and the other two Marines from the relentless barrage of Covenant forces. He slammed the head of the Rifle into a major Grunt, which blacked out from the pain. He finished off the alien with two shots into its head, and withdrew behind the structure to wait.
Terence and Cedric continued to discharge bullets into the mass of Covenant aliens, but they were swiftly advancing, and soon they would surround the three cut-off Marines, and take them out with overwhelming force. The Covenant took no chances. Soon the Marines would run out of ammunition, and the Covenant ground forces would blast them from the surface of the ring.
Suddenly, the aliens started to fall one by one: first a Major Elite, shortly followed by the other enemies. Kern Choong could hear the sharp crack of a S2 AM Sniper rifle. Looking swiftly around, with the aid of his eyepiece, he sighted a flash of green armour. MJOLNIR armour; A Spartan. They were spared.* * * "Chief! Glad you could make it! Been holding position here all morning, waiting for someone to come get us." The Master Chief looked at a Grunt on the floor. He booted it halfway across the battlefield and looked up. "I know. That's why I'm here."
*Back on Earth, New Manhattan, American protectorate, military calendar 18 October 2573*
Chief Petty Officer Master Chief, the Spartan 058, strode down the corridor, en route to the briefing room for his new mission. Heads turned as he passed them. He already knew what would be stated. It was all the same, loads of military jargon like star charts, galaxies and other stuff that played no part in helping him keep his butt on in an actual battlefield situation. The only place he did not feel anything against was the armoury, where a wide range of weaponry awaited his disposal. He would be going on a trip to the place where the Covenant would never expect to see him. The Covenant Holy City High Charity.
*High Charity, near Delta Halo, military calendar 02 November 2573*
A drop pod streaked in across the purple sky of the High charity. A pair of Grunts sitting in a corner pointed at it, and chattered excitedly in their alien tongue. As it got bigger and bigger, the two Grunts suddenly realised what it was and, yelping, ran out of the courtyard. Seconds after, the drop pod crashed down, obliterating the surrounding surface of concrete. The door popped open, and a pair of green boots stepped out. The Chief was back, and with a BR99 in hand, he strode to the door in the corner, opened it, and stepped into the unknown beyond.
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