The Universal Judas by GhostMouthZach
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The Traitor (part 1)
Date: 24 September 2006, 8:52 pm
1300 Hours October 31, 2552 [Military Calendar]/
Halcyon Cruiser 86, Orbiting Earth
Master Chief finished his lunch and stood up and walked over to the trash and threw is tray in. Chief had been deathly under the weather lately, so this had been a first because he never eats. Last time he'd eaten was when the ring was destroyed... That was 38 days ago.
Remains of the second ring burned and decomposed into ash. What was left of those horrible parasites was only a memory. Master Chief suspected if there were two rings there had to be many more. He was sick... Chief was badly injured in the second war with the Covenant. He was shot about four or five times in the skull. The man was slowly dying inside. Since his childhood he had been told to be strong never give up and stay in shape. General Jones of the UNSC sat before him in the cafeteria. The whole place was empty.
"Sir, sorry to inform you, but we have found another ring, and the Covenant wish to seize it. We need you to infiltrate it and drive out the covenant forces in the area"
"No! I can't. Not again." Chief yelled his voice echoes the area. The word again, bellowing over and over.
"You must. I command you. You're our only hope." Jones directed his finger towards earth. Master Chief pulled out a Magnum and put it to his head.
"I said no, General!" Chief pointed the gun to the General's cranium.
"Put that gun down or I'll have you executed!" Jones yelled. He looked nervous.
"I'll fucking kill you! Don't make me. I'm on edge!" Chief yelled. Jones talked in his communicator.
"James, we need a fleet of soldiers in here. Chief's gone loco."
"10-4. Jones, We'll have some men in there in a sec."
"That's the last time!" Chief screamed and blasted four rounds into Jones head. Jones slumped out of the chair into a puddle of crimson. A halo of blood formed above his head.
Suddenly, swarm of marines busted through the double doors. Chief reloaded the magnum, and jumped onto the table, and shot at the four Marines. Golden shells rained below onto the table.
Four dead corpses lay at the opening of the doors. One door swung shut.
"My name is not Master Chief. It's John." John ripped off his helmet which he had left on since the destruction of the second ring, and threw it at the wall at the corner of the cafeteria.
To hide and get off the cruiser, he needed a disguise. And, a marine uniform was what it was. John walked over to one of the dead corpses, lifted it and took off its clothes. Everything he removed, from the helmet to the boots.
After he clothed into the marine's uniform, John stuffed every last body into the freezer. He subsequently wiped up all the mess walked out of the cafeteria to the ship deployment facility. When John got there weren't many ships left. There were though three Longsword bombers and six Pelican transports. He chose the Longsword.
John entered the ship and entered the cockpit, he heard sirens faintly. John's face was dark and he a blank expression and his face was flushed. He heard a marine.
"Hey! Get the fuck out of there. You have no right to be boarding a ship. I'll shoot you." The Marine entered through the Gravity-Lift. John, found a fully loaded BR55 Rifle. Without warning the Marine was shot six times in the head and chest. The shots sent him back four feet. John closed the Gravity-Lift and ran back to the cockpit while throwing the gun down.
When he entered the cockpit he flicked on the engines and he grasped the joystick and the ship hovered and slowly took off, but not without saying hello to the marines that entered the SDF by bombing the hell out of the place.
Out of the huge explosion were the Longsword and the hellish warrior formerly known as Master Chief. What was to become of him was only the beginning.
"Chief! What're you doing?!?" Cortana screamed over one of the speakers behind John.
"My name isn't Chief, Cortana. It's John and I've officially declared war on the human race for what they've done to me. I've have been deprived of being a regular person since my upbringing. And, finally I need to be liberated. This is John 118 signing off for good." John ripped the transmitter out and slammed it on the ground breaking it into diverse pieces. Then, he sat back into the chair relaxing while the ship flew in autopilot. He closed his eyes.
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