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The Chief ducked as the Commander swiped at him with his sword, instead slicing through the Elite that was sneaking up behind him. While the alien readied itself for another attack, MC unloaded a hail of plasma from his rifle, taking out half of its shield. As the Elite charged, sword held out in front, he ran up, smacked it and ducked away once more. While trying to stab the Chief, the Commander buried his plasma blade into the floor, melting a huge hole into the floor. The hits it suffered had only taken down its shield, but a headshot from the Chief's pistol put it down. That hole looks like an ideal escape route! Cortana yelled urgently. Without a look back, he jumped down, landing onto a lower deck. He placed a grenade on the floor and took cover. The Elites that had followed him down were blown to bits. No more came down, but the MC didn't want any more Elites harassing him, so he chucked another grenade up into the Elite quarters. He then jumped up, grabbed hold of the edge of the hole and hauled himself up. There were only a few wounded Elites left, which he dispatched without much trouble. Noticing what looked like a weapons rack, he grabbed a plasma sword and ran towards the other nav point, leading to the control room. After more hallway trekking, he finally reached the large door to the control room. As it slid open, he noticed eight Spec Ops Elites and a Commander waiting for him. They obviously had noticed the commotion and knew that he would come for the control room. The huge barrage of plasma cut down his shields in an instant. He rolled to one side and let it recharge before stepping out and throwing a grenade. All the Elites rolled out of the way, but it provided a distraction. He grasped the plasma sword, found and pressed the activation button and charged as the smoke cleared. He reached the first Elite and chopped downwards with the sword, slicing right through its shields and armor. As the other Elites opened fire, he threw another plasma grenade, sticking it to the Commander. Unfortunately, it charged right for him. He rolled to one side to get out of the blast radius, but was still hit, although minimally. Without any shields, the plasma from the remaining seven Elites burned away at his armor. He could taste blood in his helmet. "What's your suggestion, Cortana?" he yelled as he slashed at a nearby Elite. I suggest throwing another grenade to distract them, and then dive into that hallway. That'll give your shields a chance to recharge. the AI replied over while the Chief rolled to avoid being fried by another volley of plasma. "But I only have one left! If I use it now, I won't have much more to fight them with when I come back!" the Chief emptied his assault rifle clip into the nearest Elite. Well, maybe you can go back to those Elite quarters. That weapons rack where you got that sword has a bunch of grenades. Hurry up, before you're dead! The Chief took the suggestion, throwing his remaining grenade into the group of enemies and sprinting for the main door. He fired as he went, to keep their heads down. When he got into the hallway, he gave a sigh of relief. "We're safe now," he said, heading for the Elite quarters. Or is IT? Look at your motion tracker! When Master Chief looked at the tracker, he froze in his tracks. The Elites were following him! He would never make it to the quarters without getting turned into alien mincemeat. Suddenly, a plan came to his mind. In these tight hallways, I can use my plasma sword to cut them down, one by one, the Chief thought. With that idea, he took out his plasma sword and powered it up. I hope this works, he thought as the Elites approached. As the enemy drew nearer, he ran back behind a corner in the wall. When the aliens were within striking distance, he leapt out and chopped downwards at the nearest one. The next dodged, and the rest opened fire. In the tight hallways, MC had little room to run but this advantage was also a double-edged sword. Sometimes the Elites would hit each other, providing him with a diversion as they were momentarily stunned by the friendly fire. After a minute or so, there were only three Elites left. They had cornered him and were all striking MC with the butts of their plasma rifles. As his shield was smashed to nothing, he kicked out at one of the Elites. With the Chief's enhanced strength plus the added power of the MJOLNIR armor, the Elite went flying and hit the wall with a dull thud, a huge depression in his armor where the MC had kicked him. The other two Elites growled and smashed him harder. Two more sword slashes and they were silenced. The other Elite stirred. MC dragged him to one of the brigs on the ship, binding him with the plasma chains he had found in the Elite quarters. It wriggled and growled, but could not break loose. Satisfied, he closed the cell doors and headed back to the bridge, picking up grenades from the Elite bodies as he went. The Chief stared at the huge array of symbols, control panels, and displays that surrounded the control room of the ship. Wait a moment, there seems to be some sort of AI plug-in slot over there. I suggest putting me in. I have considerable knowledge of a cruiser like this. Without much argument, he walked over to the slot, took the chip containing Cortana out of his helmet and plugged it in. Cortana's image appeared in the center of the room. Calculations ran all across her body as she accessed her databanks. After a minute she managed to get the ship moving, and they rumbled off towards the nearest human settlement. |
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