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Halo: Apocalyptic wars Chapter 2 The truth
Posted By: Flood impalor<Crabmeat_grande_steak@hotmail.com>
Date: 5 November 2002, 5:25 am
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"It does gonna be a hot LZ, get set to jump on my mark..." said Lt. Henney. "NOW! Hit em' Marines!"
As they jumped out, Lt. Henney pulled out of the Truth and reconciliations docking bay, and headed towards the Hurricane for reinforcements. Just as he pulled out, a giant heated torpedo of energy slammed into the side of his long sword drop ship. It exploded into a million pieces; with no way he would have survived. "BASTARDS!" cried Lt Ferrante who pulled an entire clip from his M-90 assault rifle into the nearest object he saw. He ran into the middle of the shuttle bay, cursing. Hundreds of laser beams fired at him, melting his skin and burning his flesh. A second later, he dropped down to the floor, dead. "SENTINELS! GET DOWN!" yelled John as he dove behind a locked down ghost. "Lt. Tavenor, get some explosives ready, we're gonna need em'." Said John. Then a familiar voice met his ears, not that it was friendly. " Reclaimer, why must you help these pitiful beings? " said the monitor. "Why suffer for something you do not need?" he was cut short by about 100 shots from M-90s being fired- on him. The blue robot fell to the ground, disabled, but not destroyed. "HOW IN HELL ARE YOU STILL IN EXISTENCE?" barked John as he picked up the little droid. "Reclaimer, you still are not fit to do this task. Kill him, and his pathetic little friends." Said the monitor, who then disappeared into a flash of blue. "All right marines, lets show that bloody piece o' crap what we're made of!" Yelled John as he ran out, gun blazing on the sentinels. The robots didn't even have time to react, as they were all blown into oblivion in a second. "Alright, we kicked the shi-" " Keep it marine, we don't need to become off guard because of your cockiness. We blew up a few pieces of crap, that's that." Interrupted the master chief. "Tavenor, get the armed explosives and plant them their," said the chief pointing at the wall. "Sir?" "Just do it soldier." After a minute, the explosives went off, blowing a hole in the wall. "See, theirs the bridge. Now move marines."
They entered the large room, which was full of activity. "Their!" screamed a grunt. The marines readied their guns, ready for whatever they had in store.
"Finally, you have come." Said the Elite. He was wearing silvery gold armour, and was playing around with a small round cylinder. He quickly put it away, and stood up. "You have been sent by your commander, have you not? We have much to discuss. You see, together, we have taken care of these, laser blasting robots. Do you know, of how cruel your kind is?" "What now?" asked John. "You are a great warrior and you know not of your kind?
Let me tell you of why we have battled you for thirty long years.....
About 1555 years ago, we the Elites, traveled the galaxy in search of... Friendship and hope for our civilization. Now, when we found your kind, we found much conflict. So, we decide to move on. But our scientists demanded that we get to know your kind, so we established a colony on your planet, were you would call the area, the Bermuda triangle. We established our secret colony there. But in year 2004, your time that is, your kind invaded our colony, and broke families, and broke friendships. You took them from their home and put them in a place you call area 51, to be tortured, slaughtered and observed in a cruel and tormenting way. And when we found our friends, the grunts, the jackals, the hunters, we declared war on you cruel bastards.
So now, we have a new problem. Now we have thrown away our hatreds and have offered you a spot beside us in the covenant collective. So then, we can rid the galaxy of the people who make the rings." The elite finally finished his tale and looked at John. "I am from the UNSC forces, and I have been informed to everything that happens. And we have never done that. I think I know who did it.... If my memory is good, I believe that the UNSC forces are all Canadian trained, built, advanced etc..." Said John thoughtfully. "So you people are not responsible? We had sent in our best assassins and we pulled many covert ops on a place you call, um "America?" we left the place you call, "Canada" out of the mess. We spied on the "Canadians" for a long time. They did nit seem to keen to kill and dissect living beings. We favoured you, and that's why we left you." Said the Elite.
"My name is Valcon, captain Valcon. It is good to make your acquaintance, John. Now we must clean up all this mess.... And oh yes, welcome aboard The Truth and Reconciliation II." And they prepared for slipstream, a jump into the corner of the galaxy, only to discover more war, more suffering.
NEXT: Halo: combat revolutionized
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