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Its Just One of Those Days (Prologue: 1)
Posted By: Elfster<briane@teleport.com>
Date: 7 July 2003, 10:44 PM
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This is the beginning of the events leading up to the freakshow world that the MC lives in in my fan fic. I did this because I couldn't decide whether to write an action/adventure or comedy, so I'm writing both =)
Gunfire from all around rung in his ears. Screams of agony in tongues that were not familiar to him, and some that were. Pvt. Johnson was a marine aboard the Pillar of Autumn, which had picked up the only remaining Spartan off reach and made a blind jump to the middle of nowhere, trying to lead the Covenant fleet away from Earth. And if they hadn't done so, he'd be damned, for this was like a nightmare come true.
As a plasma bolt whizzed past his head, he dove behind a table and blindly shot bursts out of his assualt rifle. A small group of Covenant were on the other side of the cafeteria, the marines were holding them off as well as they could but the kill ratio was about 1-2 in the Covenant's favor. A dead marine lay sprawled in the doorway behind them with blood still leaking out his wounds, along with another marine's dead body layed out fallen on a table, and a crewman or two dead or hiding under a table. Only one or two of the (teasingly nicknamed by the marines) Covenant "grunts" fallen. He ALMOST felt sorry for them... they were sort of cute when you dont count the strange breathing aparatus they had one. Ohwell, they'd look alot cuter when they were all dead and burning in Hell. With the thought in his mind he peeked above his cover and shot a few bursts out of his rifle, which seemed to gleefully bounce of the Covenant's shields. He ducked, droped his rifle and drew his pistol, then, actually UNDER the table, he shot any feet that didn't look human, bringing some of the unshielded Covenant to the ground. He grabbed his rifle again and strafed across the room, his finger clenched on the triggers of both his weapons so hard they were starting to cramp.
"YOU'RE ALL GONNA ROT IN HELL YOU SONS OF BI-" he was suddenly thrown to the ground by a human figure who adorned green battle armor and an assualt rifle. It couldn't be.....
"Don't get so reckless, I might not be here next time, kid." the Spartan pointed to a plasma grenade behind him.
"Uhh, Yes, sorry, sir."
The Cheif surveyed the scene - There weren't many Covenant left, only a grunt and a stanard blue-armored Elite. He put a new clip in his pisol and peeked over a table, and managed to get a headshot in on the last remaining Grunt.
Right then a door opened behind the last Elite, and three marines unloaded their rifles into it's back. It fell to the ground with a grunt, then coughed up a slick purple liquid before it lay motionless on the floor A second group of Covenant entered from the far right side of the room. Six Grunts and 2 Elites. Ducking behind another table, he took out four grunts with his pistol, then grabbed his rifle and fired a few bursts into an Elite who's shield had been depleted, Then emptied almost the whole rest of his clip into the second Elite. He had 6 rounds left in the clip, and used it to take out any grunty stragglers.
Exiting the other side of the room he found a rack that had a packet of ammo for his assualt rifle and pistol, he took what he needed and noticed there was a dead marine by an overturned piece of junk he had been using for cover. He (The Cheif, Ya, we know we use the word "He" as many times as you've whacked grunts with your assualt rifle.) readied his pistol, and peaked around the corner.
Yup, just as he expected, 3 grunts, two of them yellow, and their leader was red. The red one was sneaking down the hallway, with the 2 yellow grunts following in formation behind, with plasma pistols ready. he jumped around the corner and shot 2 rounds at the red Grunt, one in the shoulder, and one in it's chest cavity. It grunted like grunts do and fell to the floor, he got a shot in on one of the yellow grunts and ducked back out of the hallway. When he glanced carefully back into the hallway he saw their leader, who now had 2 bullets lodged in his upper body, trying to get up and make a last heroic stand.
He wasn't going to let it happen.
He switched to his assualt rifle, and strafed across the hallway antrance with his finger on the triger, finishing the small group.
As he jogged through the hallways, The Autumn's hull shuddered and groaned, throwing him to the floor. There wasn't much time. Plasma fire could be heard in the next coridor. He saw 3 marines holding off an elite. A nice fist lodged into its back put it down for the count. Another explosion, this time he steadied himself, but the marines werent so lucky.
"What the hell!? Did something just hit us?"
"Move it! Back to the airlock!"
The group quickly jogged to the nearest airlock. 2 marines guarded one of the lifeboat docks. An explosion of blue plasma sent one marine flying head-first into a wall, and the other marine landed, skidded across the floor, and lay motionless as a grunt peaked out of the opening with a devilish grin on it's face. It got a little lead in its diet that day.
the rest of the group poured out. The standard sqaud, 6 grunts, one red, along with 2 Elites. He strafed across the opening, with a burst from his assualt rifle, hiting most of the grunts, 2 of them screamed and began to retreat and run away. He whipped out his pistol and took one out. As he pulled the triger on the second, a force from behind sent him to the ground. He rolled over and looked up. An Elite was standing infront of him, rifle ready. The elite fired a burst out of it's plasma rifle, but it was too late, The Cheif rolled out of the way, grabbed its legs and pulled it to the ground, and lodged a bullet in it's cranium.
He heard a whooshing sound as the second elite barely missed him, pounding it's rifle into the ground. The marines surrounded it and pointed their rifles at it - it froze immediatly, realizing a little too late that the only one of his group that had survived was a grunt that had betrayed them all only seconds before.
The Cheif rose to his feet and pointed his pistol to the Elite's head, "What do you know!? How many other Covenant are boarding the ship?!" it remained silent.
"Wax 'em boys." The marines opened fire at once, bringing down the Elite's shields easily as the Cheif slammed his rifle into it's gut, sending it hurtling back into the boarding craft that attached to the airlock. He quickly found a panel to shut the door. He pressed it quickly, but then remembered that the door had been blown off. "Oh well... feel like telling us now?"
Now it was pissed. It rose to its feet, roared at the top of its lungs and charged him. he sidestepped and kicked it in the rear, sending it into the wall.
"Nice face-plant!" shouted one of the marines. They all laughed and secured the area as the Cheif moved on.
"Jeez, next time keep your head down, theres two of us in here now remember? You almost got whacked."
"I did that on purpose." he lied to her through his neural implants as he jogged along.
He jogged into a darkened hall where one marine was firing bursts at an elite who was illuminated by his shields, and another marine trying to dodge plasma bursts. There was a grunt accompanying the Elite. He fired a 3-round burst into the grunt's chest and then shot 3 rounds out of his pistol to severely damage the Elite's shields as he ran forward with his rifle ready. The Elite charged him, but he was too quick, and slammed the rifle into the Elite's gut, sending it to the ground. He pumped 10 rounds into it, reloaded, gave the marines a thumbs-up and moved on. down the hall, 2 marines were hiding behind cover trying to hold their own against countless grunts and two elites. He readied his pistol and shot wildly at anything below his waste line. One of the Elites charged him and tried to tackle, but he was too quick, and jammed the pistol into it's neck, knocking it out. The second Elite, in a rage, wildly jumped in and started his attempt to beat him to death with kicks and screams, and now and then a few plasma bursts. he had to give it credit, This was almost a challenge.
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"Master, please excuse my interruption, but I have come with dire news."
"What is it?"
"One of the human super-soldiers we encountered on the human colony world we just recently decimated has escaped on the vessel we are in combat with as we speak."
"WHAT!? Gah! Where is it now?"
"We have lost communication with all squads that have encountered the creature, and our scanners are not currently detecting it. Master, Epsilon believes that it is hiding within the ship's accessways, and is hunting the thing down this very moment."
"Exellent, I knew I could count on you."
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"Dammit, why do they have to make these maintenence aceessways so confusing?"
"If you'd quit babbling and turn on your flashlight it wouldn't be a problem."
He heard a footstep in the distance, but noticed that the sound was cut short as everything went silent, too silent. He turned on his flashlight and looking around.
"Hello??" the words echoed out and died. A chill ran down his spine. Then something hit him in the back, hard, sending him flat on his chest. He was then hoisted up by his ankles and dropped by something. He rolled straight forward as he landed, and his flashlight flickered a little bit, then went dead, then a few seconds later, came back on. After taking a second or two to re-orient himself, he heard a whooshing sound.
On reflexes alone he swung his arm back and ducked, it made contact with something that was knocked to the ground next to him. It was an Elite, in golden armor.
It rolled sideways and grabbed at his feet, but he jumped in time. Although it hadn't tripped him, he had given it all the time it needed to get back on its feet. He slammed his rifle into its gut, and it parried by kneeing him in the groin, then trying to tackle him. He recovered fast enough to grab the Elite and push it back. Now it was a test of strength, He had a hold of its fists, and in that sense, it had a hold of his. They moved as one creature, back, forward, and sideways through the tight coridors until he saw light behind him. An exit!
He prepared himself, as he began to strafe so that the Elite had it's back turnd to the exit, then, taking the advantage of having his fists clenched around the Elite's, let go and sidestepped as the Elite stumbled around, trying to stop himself. the Cheif turned around to run, but not quick enough, the Elite tackled him from the back and the two of the rolled out of the acessways and into another abandoned airlock.
Getting free of eachother, he stood up and, breathing heavily, began to notice all the pains in his body as the Elite seemed to do the same. Then he saw a squad of Covenant round the corner and sppear in the airlock, standing behind the golden Elite.
There were 2 red Elites, 2 jackals with gold-shields, and 5 grunts, one of which, as always, was red as the others were Yellow. They stood in formation behind what he guessed to be their leader, and his worst enemy by now.
The Elite stood at it's full heighth, with the most retarded excuses for a grin on his face, looking down at him. It seemed to be speaking to something through it's helmet.
"Your Exellency, the primitive human has shown to be no match. My squad and I will terminate him now unless you wish otherwi-"
All of the sudden a rocket flew over his head and landed between the Elite and the rest of the squad which was pakced in a tight formation.
-"GAAAAHHHH-"
He whipped around and saw a familiar marine with a rocket launcher on his shoulder.
"Yo man, I figured I owed you one."
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