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Halo 2:Defense of the Ark by Skorpio UK
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Halo 2-My Way-This will be several Stories long, and I know the year is wrong
Date: 5 February 2005, 11:10 AM
The year is 2207, the human race is near to collapse, with the covenant pressing in close around earth's defenses, and the population terrified as the realization of possible extinction Slowly begins to dawn on them.
At this time, The Master Chief was on the sniping range with his fellow Spartans, Linda and Fred. They were honing their skills for the coming invasion, because when the Covenant landed on Earth to begin the war, the Spartans knowledge of the battlefield wouldn't help them. However, long range combat would.
Master Chief had just hit fourteen moving targets through the forehead, and was about to hit the fifteenth and final dummy, when corporal Whitecliff called out to them. "Hey, Spartans. LT. Haarland wants to see you all in the mess tent ASAP."
They all got up and placed their weapons on the rack. They then proceeded to head for the mess tent to find out why they had been called.
"We don't have much time Chief, so I'll be blunt, We've just found evidence that this new covenant warrior" He began, opening a file on his desk and skimming through a report labeled 'TOP SECRET'.
"The drones, he finally continued, have been using stealth camouflaged Seraph fighters to gather intelligence on our city's and oceans. This means that they will have an even bigger edge over us in the…" he searched for the right word. "Conclusion, to this war. Now the human race has approximately five days before the covenant attack, give or take"
"Give or take what sir?" The Master Chief questioned,
"forty eight hours" came the reply.
The Chief noticed that the lieutenants voice had changed from its usual, gruff, barking command, into a higher, and less sharp whine. It almost sounded as if he was scared. This was the first thing in over 20 years that had made him worried. He had been scared, just like everyone, but if the LT had broken down, there was a good chance that the marines in his command would follow, and that's the last thing the Master Chief wanted. Allies that are to afraid to fight are useless in a battle
Two Weeks Later, On the African Frontline In New Mombassa
"Damnit marine, if you wanna be taken to a cell and almost starve to death before they set the jackals on you, then you damn well continue to sit there clutching that launcher like its your first born son. But if you want to drive the covenant away from here" Master Chief leaned in close to the marine's face "DESTROY THOSE GOD FORSAKEN GHOSTS!!!"
"Y-y-y-yes s-sir" stammered Private Stone, leaning over the wall of the fort that they were hunkered down in. He spun his weapon and took out two ghosts in about fifteen seconds. Even by marine's standards, that was sloppy. Master Chief accessed the marine's vitals on his HUD. His heart rate was above the chart and his brainwaves dangerously out of line.
The chief ripped the weapon form the bewildered soldiers arms and reloaded it. He then proceeded to destroy the last Ghosts as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The Chief saw the sniper seconds before it fired-he had been using the busted Warthog for cover-And fired with his own rifle, the slug hit the shocked alien between the eyes, causing it to perform several somersaults before returning to earth with an audible SLAP! This would normally have been a time that the Chief would celebrate, check his armor and verify the condition of his men. He would have proceeded to do this had a Phantom not roared overhead, depositing its contents-3 divisions of Elites-onto the street, and spraying the area with molten plasma.
The Chief ducked and avoided the energy, three of his marines were not so lucky however. Perez and Jackson disappeared from the waist up, and Stone was vaporized. As the Scorpions he just received as reinforcements could take care of it, Chief knew that the battle for New Mombassa had finally been won, morale had soared sky high, and the humans finally had a major victory to report…Or so they thought. As the marine's cheered, a new threat emerged from the air.
A Covenant Carrier had got past earth's few remaining defenses and dropped a Scarab, a huge, four legged killing machine, virtually indestructible and capable of demolishing whatever is in its way. It landed about twenty miles off from the Chief. Every soldier in New Mombassa's streets had just had their worst fear realized, and it was the Master Chief's job to unrealize (not an actual word) them.
"ALRIGHT MARINES" he shouted over the SquadCom "LETS LOCK AND LOAD, AND GET READY TO SQUISH ONE FREAKIN HUGE BUG!"
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