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Unholy Union
Posted By: Andrew Delarm
Date: 18 February 2007, 4:08 am


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"Unholy Union"

Soon after the events on the second Halo, and Gravemind found Cortana, while the Chief climbed aboard a Forerunner craft, Several thousand planets away, two lost Spartans continued their mission, along with a ragged band of Marines atempt to get home from a disabled mission, with no comunication, no transports, and only limited ammo, they never expected to see what they saw, or what would happen....

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The LRV's tires spun out in the mud, and after a few seconds, got traction and jerked to a start as it sped off with two others following close behind. Where they were only second ago was blasted into a smoldering crater, as in the fog, two giant figures were seen, and fired at the Warthogs again. In the one up front, that barely dodged the blasts, were three Marines, and Spartan 051. "C'mon, don't die on me! We'll make it back to base camp, then we'll get you stitched up!" One of the marines, on the turret, was sitting down with a heavily bleeding Marine, who found himself on the wrong side of a Needler. The one in the side seat, just stared ahead, with his sniper, and never looked away from ahead of himself. They saw Warthog tracks, the ones they made only hours ago, and followed them into a pathway that should have lead right to HQ, but more needlers popped from the shrubbes and trees as they sped off. "Base Camp! Base Camp! This is Echo 2, we are under fire and request heavy security on the gates! Base Camp!" Only static came out, and they soon saw why. The three Warthogs stopped dead in their tracks, and they saw only utter chaos as Marines scrambled for cover in the HQ, and all around. Five Hunters were firing, from off in the distance, and hundreds of Grunts and Jackals were swamming aroiund the scattered Marines. The two Spartans seemed to look at the madness with no emotion, as their helmet covered their frightened looks, but before anything do do a thing, several tank shots from a Main Battle Tank, Blowing several spots of the enemy away. Spartans 051 and 121, Kyle and Ashawna, started to cover the Marines in the base with sniper fire and Battle Rifle fire, Several Warthogs, two with machine guns, and three with HAVOC Minor tactical missles. The MBT, or Scorpion, came oput of the folliage with two Transport Warthogs, and ran over all opposition. The rest of those Marines, that didn't get into a hog or ran from the base, were slaughtered like pigs, and only two were able to run, which hitched a ride on the tank. Kyle watched in a saddened horror as the Covenant ignored the escaping Marines and kiled all straggglers, even the injured ones that were trying to beg for their lives, or crawling away, none were spared.

As the band of warthogs and the tank went off, they never came under fire.But they came by the ocassion dead Elite or Grunt. But, the Marines were scared, and jumpy, so they shot at anything that moved, even if there was nothing moving. Kyle was about to start barking orders to make the Marines stop, when a group of Elites smashed into the front bumpers of the hogs, and they had to stop. But, before Ashawana could even look downto see what they had hit, Brutes came through the foliage, shooting down the last surviving Elite, then turned to the Marines, but was shot by the Sniper in Kyle's Warthog. "I think something has happened sirs, perhaps we should caution ourselves before something-" Suddenly two more Elites, and several Grunts with two Huinters came through where they shot the Brutes, and stopped, looking at the Marines for a few seconds, no one moved, or even breathed. "Do not fire, Humans." Said the first Elite, but everyone already had their guns pointed, including the Covenant. "If you fire, we fire, and casualties will be large, so, now we have the same goals, so, why don't we come to a compromise?" Said the second one, golden in color, and missing one arm. "Right, well, we'll see, why do we have the same goals, exactly?" The Hunters looked confussed, but kept a steady arm, while the Gunts shakily held their firearms barely in position. "Well, the Phophet have turned against us, and will not take us on the Great Journy, sending their apes after us, we are all that is left of our band. We have no need to fight two enemies." The Marines lowered thier arms a litle, beleiving the story, after the Brutes killed those Elites without hesitation. "Fine, but I've got my eyes on you, but you'll have to find your own rides, come back when---" The Elites spoke at the same time. "We know of a base near here, that can send you to Earth, to help your people, and we can find our own Great Journy, it is 70 miles that way." He pointed NW and they all dissapeared through the foliage again."Marines, get ready for battle, we're going home." The Marine yelled out a 'Hoo Rah!' And saddled up, clicking whatever ammo they had left into their guns.

The army of battered Warthogs blasted through the jungles, and it started to rain, covering the Marines in a bloody mixture of Rain and Blood. The first three Warthogs came through the clearing, but the Covenant were prepaired, and the only things left of those poor soul and their machines was a smoldering pile of blood and ash. As the rest blasted through, guns blazing, the band of Elites and Hunters also came through, on the opposite side. Most of teh Warthogs, including all of teh transport hos had been flipped or destroyed, leaving most of the Marines, and Kyle and Ashawna, with only their feet and guns. They ran at each other, and the two forces collided with dead bodies and explossions.

Kyle had gone in first, rifle blazing, and started to knock skulls together with the butt of his gun. He saw his oprotunity, and logged a grenade at a large Brute in a Mortor Tank, creating an explossion that knocked even him down. Ashawna, on the other hand, had gone to the right with a handful of hardened Marines and two Elites with a band of Grunts. As they climbed over the fences and baracades, they only lost one man, which had been wounded ealier. They found what they were looking for, a captured UNSC STEALTH unit, a large vessel that could use accurate Slipspace jumps, and was on par with the Covenant Cruisers. The group was about to get aboard, when the MBT blasted a hole into the right wall of teh hangar, and all the surviving Marines, 17, if you were counting in the hell storm. The all fled aboard the ship, five more dying as they were running away. The four remaining warthogs jumped in and fired the last of their missles and bullets as they quickly drove aboard the cargo bay ramps. The MBT was still out there, with three more Marines, and they obviously knew they couldn't escape, because they made no effort to run, and was soon overcome by a wave of Covenant soldiers, and the MBT exploded due to the Self Destruct program, taking the Covenant bastards with them.

The ships engines lit up, and all teh Machine guns aboard fired upon the armies of Covenant soldiers that seemed to swarm from thin air, and Kyle and Ashawna were the only two left outside. Kyle ordered her to get aboard, and as soon as she was on the loading ramp, he ran for the lifting ship. His goal was short lived, as he was hit with a Rocket Launcher, and his body flew into her arms. She looked on, and saw what she hated, and never wanted to see, the Flood. They overtook the Covenant in moments, and she held the dying Kyle in her arms as teh ship hovered above the battlefield. She looked up, and saw another Halo, one that was just coming from Slipspace, or was caomflauged. hundred of Covenant ships were coming from it, only a few were piloted by Flood. "Private, aim the Lasers at the ring, and blow all of them to hell." The ship rounded about, and as she adragged Kyle to the bridge, which had both Covenant and Humans, she watched the lasers light up, and fire molten beams at the ring, and through several cruisers. The ring seemed to shiake, and nothing happened, but a slipspace rupture was created by the impact, and sent the ring, and everything near it, into a black hellhole, that they'd never come out of.

Ashawna set Kyle on the makeshift medical bay table, and he was on his last line of life. He had had his helmet removed, and looked almost, heppy. He looked at his men, and Ashawna, giving them a thumbs up before he went flatline. Ashawna held back her tears, and everyone was removing their helmets in admiration. "Get up home Sergeant." The highest ranking officer saluted and jogged back to his post. The Elites came into the room with Ashawna, and bowed as they stopped. "We desire a Pelican dropship, we will leave, and find a place to wage our holy war." Ashawna nodded, and they walked off, leaving Ashawana in the room, alone, with her dead Spartan as the lights went out and the ship jumped into slipspace...





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