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After Halo by Black_Jackal
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After Halo: Chapter 1- Death is Not an Option (But for The Enemy it is)
Date: 21 March 2002, 2:47 am
Foreword: Just to tell you, I suck at writing. If you hate my story, I'm not surprised. If you like it then I will have more on the way. I have gotten many ideas from other peoples' stories but I did not copy them exactly. I used my own words.
John looked out the window of the Longsworth Fighter into the dull blackness of space. In one hand he griped the M90 shotgun that saved his life too many times then he could count. He thought back on Foe Hammer who had gone down just before the Master Chief had made his escape from Halo.
"Cortana?"
"Yes, Master Chief?"
"Search for survivors."
"Will do."
Cortana scanned the area. 'All clear' she thought 'oh well - - what the?'
"Chief!"
The Master Chief turned to face Cortana. Suddenly the ship rocked.
"What the heck was that?" John yelled.
"Inbound Covenant boarding craft! There's a Seraph on port side!"
The Chief ran over to the weapons locker. Of course there was a lock on it, but he ripped through it like tin foil. Inside were 2 grenades and a MA4C, a modification of the MA5B. MA4Cs are deigned for light combat. 'Oh well' he thought 'this is better than nothing'. The MA4C's clip was only 40 and it could spray only 10 bullets per second. This one had a light grenade launcher underneath the muzzle. John loaded it up. He sighed. It didn't even have a computer display on top. Sometimes he used it as a sight even though he had a crosshair on his HUD.
Suddenly he heard the all-too familiar sound of Elites giving orders to other troops. He took his shotgun and dove around the corner. He took the scene in a moment. There were 2 Grunts, 3 Jackals and 1 Gold Elite. He shot one Jackal with his shotgun and primed it again in midair. He rolled and instantly opened fire with the MA4C. It did more damage than the specs suggested it did. It ripped through a Grunt and he even managed to kill the one behind it. John's clip was empty and his shotgun was on the floor 2 meters away. He needed to buy some time. He didn't want to throw a grenade because it might damage the ship. He sprang towards the Gold Elite. One jackal got in his way. ÝIt fell on the floor with a bashed in skull. The other jackal took cover behind a computer console. The Gold Elite snarled with rage. It opened fire with its plasma rifle. The Jackal seemed to have regained its courage and rolled out from behind the console and readied the plasma pistol.
By this time, the Elites rifle had overheated and melted. It threw the rifle away and dove at John. They crashed in midair. John hated fighting Elites with no weapons. They are equally as strong as the Chief, but John had never fought Gold Elites hand to hand. He always had a weapon. Thank god this one didn't have a plasma sword. John threw a punch at the Elite. It connected but the shields took the beating.
As the elite kicked john in the stomach, the chief noticed that the jackal had charged up its pistol. It released the bolt. Without thinking, John grabbed the Elite and used him as a Covenant shield. Thanks to the already weakened shields, the elite got a hole in its back. The jackal backed away, firing its gun. John moved forward still holding the dead elite. He threw the elite on top of the jackal and it slowly screamed and then suffocated.
"Very nice" Cortana complimented.
"Thanks" John panted.
"I suggest we get into the Seraph. The Longsworth has already taken a huge beating. The engines are out and we only have enough fuel, (if we had a way to use it), to get us to Reach, but that doesn't do us any good. Reach is done."
"Don't remind me, Cortana."
"I won't."
The Chief pulled out Cortana from the computer and inserted her into the slot in his helmet. Then he reloaded his MA4C and picked up his shotgun. He walked into the Seraph and found a holo panel. He inserted Cortana in.
"Let me get used to the controls. OK, I'm ready. "
Then the chief says his most famous line (OK maybe it's not famous, but it's the most remembered line).
"Punch it."
After Halo: Chapter 2 - Look, it's a Bird, it's a Plane it's......The Chief?!
Date: 2 April 2002, 2:19 am
Foreword: Yet again I give you a foreword. After numerous requests to make my chapters longer......I hope this is long enough. Oh, and I still suck at writing. If it STILL isn't long enough, write in the comments plz. Sorry bout there being no action. I promise next chapter TONS OF ACTION.
UNSC cruiser "Hell's gate" in scanning orbit around planet Earth
Ensign Jackson sat in the scanning chair in the UNSC cruiser, Hell's Gate. The cruiser was in orbit around earth. He wondered why FLEETCOM had put a lowly Ensign like him on a cruiser. He must be better than he thought. His ranking officers probably just didn't know how good he was. Or maybe because his best friend, a very high ranking officer (he couldn't remember the rank, he just knew it was pretty high up there) in FLEETCOM made a special recommendation to Captain Locking. Either way, he was proud of himself. The captain had instantly taken him from scanning station 14572 and put him on a cruiser. His duty was to watch for any Covenant activity in the area.
Suddenly the room was drenched in red light and an alarm sounded. Jackson sat up straight in his chair. His hands danced around the keyboard as the captain yelled orders.
"Sir! Covenant Seraph ship inbound at 08.76.34! It's headed straight for Earth!"
"Damn.....any other ships?"
"No, just the Seraph"
"This means the Covenant knows about Earth. Or they will soon, at least. Anyway, what does the Covenant think their doing sending a single man fighter? We'll destroy them immediately!"
"Sir! The Covenant ship is opening communications!"
"Open a secure channel and put them on."
"Opening........It's connected. Visual and audio on channel...... 56."
"Put it on the main view screen."
Captain Locking swiveled his chair to face the view screen. Cortana appeared on the screen.
"Cortana?!"
"This is AI construct Alpha463. I have Spartan-117 on board and need immediate docking on any docking station. I have the codes if you need them. Codes are: 0924482-383729. Here is my AI record if you need it."
"The Chief is alive?! My records indicate that the Pillar of Autumn went down somewhere in the Threshold System. FLEETCOM even held a memorial service for everyone on that ship."
"They were wrong; the Master Chief is the only human that got off of Halo."
"What is Halo?"
"Never Mind! I need immediate docking on any-----"
The radio went dead. The Chief looked at Cortana.
"Damn. The radio's out. Must have gotten damaged when I hit that asteroid."
"Do you ever drive right?"
"On the Pillar of Autumn......never mind.
Damn! Entering atmosphere. The ships getting fried! Emergency atmosphere shields on."
Cortana struggled with the controls.
"I can't lose enough speed. Coming down somewhere in NYC."
The chief grabs a railing and locks his arms around it.
Cortana looked at him weird.
"Please take a seat"
"I'll be fine."
"If I had fingers, they'd be crossed"
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Planet: Earth
Location: NYC, Firestorm Squad Base Camp
Time: 12:40 am
"DO YOU WANT TO DIE IN THE DIRT, MARINE?"
"No, SIR!"
The squad opened fire against at least 13 rebels. Armor piercing rounds tore into the criminals. They fell down in a blizzard of bullets and metal and red colored liquid.
"NO, NO, NO!"
"What is it sarge?"
"Never mind that. Turn on the lights please!"
The room brightened. The marines could see metal targets at the other end of the room. Fake blood was scattered around the area. The Privates got up from the trench they were in.
"Wicker!"
A lone marine stepped out of the crowd. He had dark eyes and a cold stare. Sergeant Aller didn't like him. But he couldn't ask for another sniper. This was the one he got.
"Sir!"
"Wicker, go to HQ and ask if we can start the grenade drill."
Wicker didn't answer. He stared into space for about 5 seconds until the sergeant yelled.
"GET A MOVE ON PRIVATE!"
Wicker snapped to his senses.
"Sir! Listen!"
At first there was no sound. Then a high pitched whine came soon after.
The Sergeant hadn't heard any thing like it. Not since Sigma Octanus--.
"Oh my god."
Private Fincher stepped up to Aller. He was the only one in his squad (that he knew of) on SO4 that got off alive.
"S-S-Sir......it s-s-sounds l-l-like a B-B-B-Banshee!!!!"
Suddenly the ceiling caved in from a huge impact from something. Aller only saw the shield for a microsecond before he ordered his marines to open fire. He knew the armor-piercing lead slugs wouldn't even flare the shields, it would stall the ship long enough until they got some heavy weapons.
"Sir,....our weapons can't penetrate those shields!"
"FIRE MARINE, FIRE!!!!"
Aller was so occupied yelling at his marines to fire, he didn't notice a green figure step up to him. The Master Chief tapped Aller on the shoulder. Aller jumped.
"S-Sir, if I had known you were in that ship...."
"At, ease solider. Where is HQ?" John asked.
"Go through that door" Aller pointed to a heavy metal door, obviously made to withstand grenade explosions. "And down the hall to the right. The people there should help you."
Aller's troops stared in amazement as the Master Chief walked away. All 15 of his squad members had never seen a Spartan, not including Fincher. Huarly stepped up to Aller.
"I didn't know they were real, Sir."
"They're real alright. They're real....." Fincher said.
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