John 117: The Second Coming Part One: Taking Control
Posted By: WildebeestNZ<firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: 10 October 2002, 1:23 am
He squeezed the trigger on his pistol and heard the resounding thud of the body hitting the ground.
"Good, that's the last of them. Wilson, we've eliminated the boarding party. You can prep us up now."
"Thanks guys. You've got about 3 minutes before the drop."
On his way to the lift John stopped at the armoury. He decided to ditch the pistol, it was nearly out of ammo. He fingered the needler. Too weak. The rocket launcher? He didn't want to risk rupturing the ship when he boarded it.
"Perhaps you should try the M90 and that funky Battle Rifle."
"You know I never liked the Assault Rifle that much. Didn't pack a punch."
"So you say. But the new one has exchanged punch at the cost of firing rate. I think you'll like it."
He picked up the M90, fully loaded, and slung it over his shoulder. He stuffed grenades into the pouches on his belt, and carried the Battle Rifle in his hands, cradling it like a baby.
"How long to go?"
"1 minute 30 seconds" crackled the technician's voice.
Down the elevator and into the docking bay. He looked out the window, and was filled with a tremendous rage at what he saw. Earth, his homeworld. Except this time it was scattered with explosions and fire. The purple warships swarming over it like vultures.
He smashed his fist into the wall, leaving a football-sized dent in it. His teacher in the Programme had always said to him "Count to ten before you get mad, John." He was more than mad now. And he'd counted way past ten.
"It's time, John."
"What if we miss?"
The doors swung open and he hugged the wall. Then he released himself.
He would've hit the ship pretty hard had the thrusters failed on him. He floated towards a docking bay. As he landed inside and the surprised grunts and various Covenant creatures stared at him blankly, he turned around once more to look at Earth. Then he felt the rage take him again, except this time it was a lot worse.
20 seconds later the screams stopped. The gun was smoking, and John wiped the blood off his visor. Not a single creature other than himself had it's body left intact. An eerie silence swept the area.
"Where to now?"
"Well if you run up that passage over there you should find your way to the command bridge. That's where we're headed, right?"
He sprinted up the corridor, hung a left and found himself at the door."
"They don't know you're here. You were so fast with those other guys....sh*t John, you weren't even this good back on Halo!"
"They didn't piss me off last time."
"Right. Anyway, there's two Golden Elite Commanders at the Bridge."
"Like I said, you were so fast last time-"
He dashed through the door and hurled the plasma grenade at the first Elite. It stuck to his left arm. John didn't even stop to watch. The second ran towards him and took a flying leap through the air, light sword hung over it's head.
John unslung his shotgun and squeezed the trigger. Three times.
"3 seconds. Not bad."
He slung his shotgun again and picked up the Battle Rifle, wandering towards the Control System.
"Was that better than on Halo?" he asked.
"I think we both know the answer to that."