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Journal of Suno Happer (Day 9: An Alliance and a Parasite)
Posted By: Halo Fanatic 2005<christine46@ntlworld.com>
Date: 20 February 2006, 5:07 pm
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"You must not fight with the same enemy for too long, or you will teach him the art of war." -Napolean Bonaparte
Day 9
An Alliance and a Parasite
"Okay," The Supreme Commander started, "Reinforcements will be here soon so we should get to the hangar." I agreed and we set off. However the most we encountered were only small groups, where was their army? They had been throwing it at us all along, but now, it had stopped. So, we moved on without haste, with fear of neither pain nor death. The hangar was not far so it would not be hard to reach it.
When we did arrive the room was empty, no guards, or was there? I scanned for any type of movement. None. So there weren't any troops in Active Camouflage, I couldn't see anyone hiding either. "Be cautious," commanded the voice quietly, "I sense something is wrong." I had a very bad feeling too. An… unusual sensation. A… A… tickling, grinding noise inside me. All of a sudden I heard a real sound. Something moving. Over our heads. A smell too. A hideous stench, of rotting bodies and skin. Something was terribly wrong. Something twitched and the noise sounded again. That was it! That sound was so familiar; it was the sound of something being infected by a horrific species. One known, as The Flood. A wounded ally came up to us. "We came to your call commander," he stuttered, spitting purple blood over the floor while coughing. "But The Flood attacked us. I do not believe," he stopped and coughed again, "I do not believe that anyone is left." The Sangheili collapsed before Half-jaw could say a word.
"The work of the Flood," I said to the commander.
"Indeed," he replied, a tone fright in his voice. "There is only one thing to do," he paused. "And if the Demon can do it, then so can we." I knew his intentions now.
The voice was quick to comment on his words, "Not too sure about this Suno," he seemed scared too, but in a different way. I jiggled my head which soon made him shut up."We're going to detonate the engines?" I asked, hoping Half-jaw would say no. But he didn't.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," he answered, "We cannot run the risk of letting the parasite escape." I guess that is all we could do. "Look on the bright side," comforted the commander, "I do not believe that all of the Sangheili here have been infected. We may find help on the way." I didn't like being patronized.
We had actually wasted time getting to the Comms and then the hangar. The Engines were back the way we came. However on our way back there were no sightings of The Flood. Just more Brutes. Just brutes. No Kig-yars or Yanme'es either. Had they been too weak and been destroyed by the Flood? No bodies, something wasn't right. We reached the engines and, with the help of the Fuel Rod Cannon I saved, detonated them.
Then we saw them. A huge mass of Flood. Just like their name suggests. A sea of yellowish-brown. A massacre. The Parasite. They were everywhere, all over the engines and the Fusion Core. Combats, Carriers and Infections. Every type all over the place. Behind us too. Everywhere. I don't know how many times I could repeat that word, but it certainly was a lot.
We ran. As fast as our hooves could carry us. I felt like I was moving at the speed of a Kig-yar. We probably were. Half-jaw and I ran straight into the ship and sat at the controls. "Initiating launch sequence." He was saying. A Combat Form ran towards us so quickly stabbed it. It burst. "3," they were breaking through the airlock. "2," I saw a hand poke through, or rather a tentacle. "1," The door wedged open as shrapnel flew through the air damaging the consoles. The Phantom took off almost immediately after and many Flood fell into the waters below as I finished off their companions.
The cruiser then exploded into a fiery ball of plasma. "What a sight," the Supreme Commander congratulated, "Wait, incoming message, from our fleet." Half-jaw pressed a button and a holographic Sangheili appeared on the view screen. "Excellency," he said, "The Arbiter has been helped by some human known as "Johnson." We have now been requested an alliance, from the Humans."
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