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Aliens vs. Master Chief Part 4
Posted By: spartan058-halogeeky<youngartist2151@yahoo.com>
Date: 15 November 2005, 2:49 am
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The Queen sensed pain. Her children had been hurt. Killed. Survival was the key. With every death…there shall be replacements. She ordered Her children in Her precious eggs to respond. And the eggs opened. Her small children's fate lay in the hands of their hosts. She sent them to the unconscious hosts attached to the wall, and one by one…they stuck themselves on the hosts in Her cocoons.
While the Queen was watching as the Her children fell off one by one, dead, She howled loudly, signaling for Her drones to come over to Her. She told them.
It is time Children…for a princess to emerge…
Her children gave out a cry of salute, and the crones began transforming the One egg.
James heard load howls. It seemed as if every monster howled at once. He watched as the Spartan raised his weapon in aiming position.
"What the hell was that?" James asked.
"I don't know…but it's not good." The Spartan replied.
James raised his own weapon, and looked around franticly.
"Be calm, don't move…" the Spartan said clearly.
James did so, but he couldn't remember any of his training. He glanced over to the Spartan who was now a few feet away from him, checking the corners. James started to do the same, but he couldn't see anything in this light. The Spartan turned around and shook his head.
"Whatever it was…" He paused.
James couldn't relax. He tried to calm himself down, but it was a failed attempt. He had to concentrate on other things…
"So…what are you exactly?" James asked. He already knew very well, but he had to say something.
The Spartan hesitated.
"I am a Spartan…a genetically altered super solider, trained for war. I was taken off my home planet when I was six and then trained for fourteen years, was augmented, and fitted into armor," The man replied.
"Whoa…they never told us that much…" James lied.
"Who's "they"?"
"Rumors…"
"I see."
He didn't know what to say after that…so he kept quiet. He started to feel fairly safe around this guy…he guessed that's what they all said…he was reliable…even though he was a freak.
The Master Chief sensed that the Lieutenant started to ease up a little. "So…What are you exactly?" The Master Chief asked.
The Lieutenant laughed slightly
"I'm an under paid storage worker, doing nothing but loading crates and taking orders…"
"Sounds like fun," the Chief added smartly.
"Loads!" replied the Lieutenant sarcastically.
The Chief laughed to himself, and everything fell silent…except…
"Do you hear that?" The Lieutenant asked.
"Yes…" replied the Master Chief as he tried to pinpoint where the slithering sound was coming from.
"…Check the walls," the Master Chief continued.
He was aiming at every corner, every little niche there was; nothing. He faced the Lieutenant, who was also looking around with SMG up. Then he saw a sleek bony-like extension drop down from the ceiling. It curved, bent back a little and thrashed at the Lieutenant. It drove its spike straight through the part of his leg. The Lieutenant screamed in pain, and the Chief fired his shotgun. The appendage shot off and dropped, spraying yellow blood everywhere. The Master Chief avoided the spray as he heard screeches, and hissing sounds directly above him. He shot at the ceiling; more screeches. He shot the powerful gun again, and was finally rewarded with an almost serene thud; then silence. The Master Chief lowered his weapon and ran over to the Lieutenant, who was now on the floor, and knelt down.
"I'm dead! I'm dead!" the Lieutenant screamed.
"You're not dead, you're still alive…" the Master Chief replied reassuringly.
He examined the damage. A large gash covered half his calf muscle, and it was bleeding rapidly. His uniform was torn off at the point on his leg, and some other parts were in shreds as well. The Master Chief quickly opened his left belt pouch, and took out some white bandages and a can of biofoam.
"It's not too bad. This should help with the bleeding. Now look at me, keep your eyes on me." The Master Chief said as he applied the biofoam. The marine kept his eyes on the Chief, and winced. The Master Chief finished dressing his leg with the bandage. He helped the Lieutenant up, and made sure he could stand, before trying to continue.
"There should be some sort of medical bay somewhere, we should try to find you some better dressings before we continue," the Master Chief said firmly.
It would be using up valuable time, but he didn't want to risk the marine bleeding to death. The Master Chief slowed his pace, and helped the marine along the slimy floor.
As the nutrients seeped into the egg, Her Child would transform into a Praetorian. The drones had regurgitated special nutrients, and cocooned the egg. The Queen knew it was ready. She ordered Her Child to hatch, and She watched as it crawled out and attached itself to a host, on the outlining wall. Only a few minutes later, the young queen tore out of the host, and made her way to her Queen. The Queen ordered the drones to bring Her Child food. She'd eat, shed, and become Her right-hand daughter, and if anything were to happen to her Queen…she, would take her place.
It hurt like Hell itself. James had never been in so much pain before, and it felt as if a part of his leg were missing. He'd have a nasty scar after it healed…
If it healed…
He limped his way along side the Spartan. The Spartan had slowed his pace and was guiding him along the corridor. This he was thankful for. James suddenly tripped on something and was sent forward. The Spartan caught him before he hit the ground, and looked back to see what he had tripped on. He went over and looked at the floor. A moment later the Spartan picked up what looked like human skull.
"We must be getting close," The Spartan said as he showed the skull.
"Oh god…" James gagged at the sight. He wasn't normally this weak around things like that; it was just that he already felt sick in the first place.
"Your nose is bleeding…" The Spartan said and walked over.
James quickly put his index finger to his nose, and felt the warm liquid. He pulled the finger back to see. He gagged again, but this time he bent over and actually threw up. James coughed and managed to straighten himself up a little.
"Come on, we need to get you to the medical bay," The Spartan said hastily. James felt himself almost being lifted off the ground, as the Spartan hefted him along the path. He kept his finger to his nose, but the blood trickled over his finger and dripped off.
God…Am I dying?
This was yet another question...he could not answer.
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