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Project Spartan III pt. 2: The Flawless Cowboy... Downsized
Posted By: Row Jerles<r31591@yahoo.com>
Date: 15 June 2004, 11:22 PM


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PART 2: THE BIGGER THEY ARE, THE MORE SATISFYING IT IS TO BLOW THEM UP......


      The blast doors opened and Drake was horrified at what he saw, Hunters and Brutes. Everything seemed to fall apart then. The Marines were scared out of their minds when a greenish glow started to fill the room... not a good sign. The Brutes charged with their guns lighting up the temple foyer. Drake counted maybe five or six after the first one entered and was shot down. The first one in was almost always killed.
      Drake's comm.-link filled his helmet with chatter from the other Spartans.
      "You guys see what I see?" Drake recognized the Russian accent that belonged to Vladimir-603.
      Joseph-092's sarcastic voice answered, "Geez just when you thought it was over. Looks like we're gonna be here a while longer Chief."
      "Looks that way. Stand your ground men, and protect the Marines," John said.
      Suddenly Drake turned his head to be face to face with an angry Brute, raised his AR and quickly made it cheese. Then Drake's body started to move on its own. He began to run forward, but an Elite got in his way. He put away his AR and pulled out a plasma sword he'd been saving, flipped the switch, and cut through the alien's shields to the black armor. Next thing the Elite knew he was cut in half from the shoulder down.
      After that, Drake looked up to see he was running toward a Hunter with its back turned, exposing the weak, orange skin. An idea came to him so Drake discarded the plasma sword for a frag grenade. He jumped, and shoved the grenade into its back.
      This, of course, didn't go unnoticed by the Hunter, who shook him off.
      "MOVE!" Drake yelled to the others. "3...2...1..." he muttered to himself.
As if on cue, the Hunter screamed and exploded, knocking its partner down. It was perfect timing for Sgt. Johnson, who jumped onto its chest and filled it full of bullets. Now all that was left was taking care of the Brutes and the rest of the original Covenant force.


      John was on fire. Nothing could touch him. A Jackal tried to sneak up on him, but he broke its neck with one kick. Drake and Matt-883 joined him in the killing.
      "Room for two Chief?" Drake asked.
      "Any help is appreciated."
      "Good 'cause we need some cover too," Matt said.
Pretty soon, the battle was subsiding. Most of the Grunts had retreated despite the orders of the remaining Elites.
      "Run away! Run away!" some Grunts were screaming. Others were petrified with fear.
      "Please don't kill me!" one pleaded when cornered by Pvt. Conlees. Conlees tried to pull his trigger, but he couldn't. He remembered how horribly the Grunts were treated by the Elites and Jackals when he was held on board the Truth and Reconciliation with Captain Keyes, and helped destroy the cloaked CCS dreadnaught, the Invincibility, which had been blockading Earth without being seen. He was one of the only ones to escape the Flood and the destruction of Halo 04 along with Sgt. Johnson, ODST trooper Locklear, and Warrant Officer Polaski, just not on the same ship.
      The rest of the Grunts were huddled in a corner quivering, the Jackals were hiding behind their plasma shields, but were all killed by a well placed grenade thrown by Lt. Vescuria. The Spartans were moping up the rest of the Elites and Brutes. It was over now, it just had to be. Yes, it was finally over.


      ]In the aftermath of the fight, all was calm. The surviving Grunts were taken prisoner while John, Drake, and Sgt. Johnson were discussing how they would escape, for they knew reinforcements would arrive soon.
      "You know Chief, if you and the others hadn't shown up, we probably been toast. So thanks"
      "Man you guys kicked butt back there Chief. Ya'll rock!!" one Marine by the name of Cpl. McDruga spoke up.
      "Don't say stuff about what we do like that corporal. We Spartans don't kill for the heck of it; we do what we have to and kill when we have to; to protect Earth and Humanity," John said sternly, "got that?"
      "Yes sir," McDruga agreed but still kept his good mood.
      "So Chief," Johnson asked, "don't we need an escape plan or something?"
      John just nodded silently, "Cortana," he said in his helmet, "do you think you can come up with a SAFE plan this time?"
      "And just what is that supposed to mean?" she snapped.
      "Nothing... So, sleep well?"
      "No thanks to your driving, yes," she chuckled at the familiar question.


      While the conversation was going on, Drake asked one veteran Spartan, Fredrick, some questions.
      "Hey Fred, out of curiosity, how old is John anyway?"
      "Ah well, lets see now, he was about 41 on Halo, so now he'd probably be around 60 or so."
      "Whoa, that's old. How does he stay in shape?"
      "Because he is a cyborg, the mechanical half of him extends his life span, and all Spartan II's life spans for that matter, dramatically. He could live to be 150 without showing any signs of age!"
"But what about me? I'm a Spartan III. My cybernetic components are a bunch of microchips hooked up to all of my body systems to form a "wireless" connection to my neural implants and my suit."
      "Even hooked to your cardio respiratory system?"
      "Yeah."
      "Then yes.
      "Cool."
This little talk had been on private channel, and both were startled when John overrode the private channel system and spoke to all of the Spartans, "Pack up men, we're moving out."


NOTE THAT THE CHARACTERS NAMED McDRUGA, AND REDMOND ARE THERE TO HONOR TWO OF MY FRIENDS'S DADS, BOTH OF WHOM DIED OF CANCER. SO PLEASE, WHEN YOU SEE A FUNDRAISER OR SOMETHING TO HELP STOP CANCER, REMEMBER THESE NAMES AND THINK, "HEY, THAT COULD HAVE BEEN MY DAD," AND TAKE PART IN THAT FUNDRAISER AND HELP THE WORLD. THINK, YOUR DONATION COULD BE THE ANSWER TO SAVING LIVES.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL........





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