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Apocalypse Reigns by Dan Mitteer
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Data Entry:Covenant Stronghold 301
Date: 20 April 2003, 4:02 AM
Operation:Apocalypse
Phase:1 Destroy Enemy resistance
Phase:2 Protect UNSC forces
Phase:3 Find Covenant stronghold
Phase:4 Neutralize Enemy Base
Phase:5 Retrieve Covenant Data Stick
Phase:6 Escape and destroy stonghold
Master Chief was given shelter from a massive stone in front of him. It was the only barrier between the Covenant forces and himself. He reloaded his assault rifle magazine, and maneuvered in a side step pattern away from the boulder. A smashing blow from the Master Chief's rifle caved in a Grunt's air supply toward his mouth. The abnormal barking shouted from his disgusting throat and John's MJOLNIR armor lifted his leg, causing a deadening propel of a kick aimed at the repulsive creature. As plasma rounds chiseled away at his armor's shield, the Master Chief tapped the trigger of his firearm twice, piercing a Jackal within its spine. He grabbed hold of the enemy plasma barrier, and shoved three grunts toward each other. The small rodents of aliens were extremely alarmed, and fired at each other. John dashed towards the side where his shield met with a Jackal. Plasma bolts of electricity sparked and dissipated, while the Jackal struggled his gun from the Master Chief's grip of his arm. Within a moment, the bird-like creature was disfigured on the ground and his gun left a cave within a Grunt's head. John never wasted a weapon.
While taking cover from a tree he saw a crimson armored Covenant Elite. When the elite switched his position to patrol the other part of the base, Master Chief slid behind him and stealthily shattered the alien's neck bone. The Elite screamed in agony, and fired a round of plasma towards the Spartan. John fired as well. The plasma sheared his shield bar, and Master Chief let it recharge. The one and only weakness of a Spartan was time. John may have destroyed a whole base, if he didn't need to recharge his shield. He stared at the elite for a minute, and whipped the being with his rifle. Sapphire blood flooded John's visor.
John glanced at his surroundings. Four Grunts, and a Jackal patrolled the first floor. They would be easily defeated. He saw two indigo armored elites guarding the second floor. The Master Chief let out a deep sigh and noticed a massive giant guarding the only entrance to the main deck of the base. A Hunter. The sizes of the beasts were a bit more than John himself, and their brute force was that of his own. The only reason the Elites resign over them is because the intelligence and tactical plots they maintain. He would fight him one way or another, no matter the circumstances.
The Master Chief darted along the titanium looking foundation, and squeezed the trigger at a Grunt's skull. The bullet slid through the tough membrane and through his forehead. The rest of the bullet dissolved into the heat of the Jackal's plasma protection. John grasped the neck of a Grunt and turned it quickly, shattering the alien's spinal cord. He hurled the dead being at the Jackal, giving a distraction to the creature. The alien deflected the Grunt but received an assault rifle round through the head. A whimpering echo was heard before the last bullet was coated with purple liquid.
Master Chief found a plasma grenade near the slain Grunt and tossed it between the MJOLNIR hands. He forced it from his clutch and into the walkway of an Elite. The floor was raining blood. John tightened his grip on the assault rifle and walked up the ramp. The alien took out John's shield as it strained the needler into the MJOLNIR armor. Spartan 117 took the enemy gun and locked the trigger into place, and near the Elite's stomach. John rejuvenated his shield and massaged his neck. Now for the Hunter.
The super soldier wasted no time with the Hunter. He needed every advantage. When John 117 ran up the ramp, it was faster than the Hunter's reaction time. The Master Chief pulsated the air with automatic rounds, rifle whipped, and physically murdered his armor. The Hunter gave John a giant swing of his arm, yet Master Chief was not injured. The alien's skin ruptured and slit with rifle bullets, which sent orange projectiles of blood spinning at the soldier's MJOLNIR armor.
The Master Chief quietly slid open the door and Cortana gave a sigh of relief, which echoed through 117's mind. He took the data from the Covenant base. The information, which could evolve the ideas and culture of the colony systems. John placed a bomb on the mainframe alien CPU system. Sounds of rolling thunder boomed outside. The Master Chief looked to the sky and a familiar shadow came into view. The Pelican hovered above the ceiling and the Spartan shattered the glass opening. He climbed out of the window and took hold of a wrist. A Marine helped him up, and he sighed. Another hardship beaten, another barrier past, yet only the first task of one hundred. The Master Chief tapped the detonator within his hand and slung the rifle over his shoulder. The mushroom shaped cloud of a base disappeared as the hatch of the Pelican closed.
Data Entry: UNSC Warship 5-101
Date: 26 April 2003, 1:55 AM
'Casamee smirked as he took control of UNSC Warship 5-101 or the human name "Chance." He dropped in about forty-five minutes ago on an enemy dropship. He wore grey armor, which was concealed beneath active-camoflauge, and stealthly grasped the ledge of the hatch on the Pelican full of supplies. Since the only human on the ship was the pilot he decided that he would visit the cockpit. 'Casamee silently sat down on the co-pilot's seat which was empty. He watched the alien furiously jerk the controls, hoping to flee from the Covenant surroundings as soon as possible. To the Elite's amusement, he gave a sigh of relief and shifted down the chair in relaxation. 'Casamee was abashed by the alien's stupidity. The man took out what looked like a human round of ammunition and lit it with a small fire source. In curiousity, the invisable Elite bent foward and his body filled up with a disgusting taste and smell. Smoke billowed from the substance and outlined the attributes of the brute's body.
The pilot was flooded with horror as a ferocious structure of smoke appeared in the dropship. The marine groped for the radio, but the alien grabbed his wrist. Quickly turning his wrist, the human's delicate skeleton shattered throughout his arm. He screamed in agony as the Elite dragged him towards the opening of the Pelican. Kicking the desperatly needed supplies from the steel ship, he grinned and tossed the human through the air. The man plummeted to the ground, and a group of Grunts flew from the body.
'Casamee strode foward to the controls and saw the a large titanium UNSC "Chance." He clenched his fist and growled as he saw an Elite's body being carried out by the Marines. The Covenant even looked proud and strong when they ceased to live. Stronger than these disgusting beings would ever become.
He eased the dropship down into the landing base labeled "Eight." 'Casamee placed his hand on his plasma grenade but thought of the reprecussions of alerting the humans. As a group of humans inspected the lifeless vehicle, 'Casamee flipped to the top of it. He slid down the smooth, curved surface of the enemy vessel, and landed silently on the metal floor. The grey Elite traveled through a small maze of corridors and snapped a few alien skulls. He nearly ran into a "Corporal" Marine, but dodged the obiese man. The Covenant alien tore a map of the wall and looked over the strange blue colored paper. He strained his eye and saw the area the Prophet spoke of. The Command Center was on the other side of the vessel. He rolled the sheet up and tucked it into his waist inventory belt. It might be of some use to the Prophets'.
'Casamee dashed down a deserted hallway. He saw a vent on the right wall of the dead end. He grabbed the small opening slits on the steel and forced it from the wall. The entrance was large enough that he could crouch and hopefully end in the proximity of the Command Center.The large being hunched down and crept in. He engraved this location in his mind, for if he was caught the quickest way was through this ventalation system. After what seemed like an enternity, he saw six light spectrums dance on the floor of the darkened maze. He gazed through the slits of metal to see a human scientist and a strange armored alien walk past the opening. He recognized this terrorfying human from many battles he encountered. This man would be the downfall of this Covenant operation.
With the slightest motion 'Casamee pushed the gate-like hatch open. After dialating his sight to the flood of lights, he clutched onto his plasma sword's hilt, and crept toward a nearby crate. He located his posistion on the blu map, and found he was behind the door to the control center. Grateful of his slow and uncensored movements, the door did not detect the motion near the sensor technology. 'Camamee inched foward and the steel slid open. Thankfully, the Commander of the "Chance" was facing the control panels. He wielded the plasma blade within his fist and swing a wide and controlled swing of his arm. The sword reacted well to the flesh of the unsuspected UNSC forces, and eased through their throats. One guard dodged the energy, yet lost his left arm and right knee. The defenseless and weak-hearted man winced as the plasma flickered at his unprotected neck. The Elite drew a smile and amputated each of his body parts individually.
'Camamee cursed as a lone human set of the alarm. He shredded her bones and skin and slashed the controls on the keypad of the cockpit. He syphoned the data from the computers and left the room. Suddenly the lights turned red. "Coordinate Error. System malfunction." beamed through his ears. The Elite dashed into the cooling system and toward the Pelican. He was about to slaughter the pilot who took the seat when a load of Marines evacuated toward the dropship. 'Camamee placed himself in an empty wooden box, which he cleaned the supplies from an hour earlier. The alien covered in green armor closed the hatch and sat down. The small vessel gained velocity toward Halo. He might actually survive...
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