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Spartan Assault- Chapter 1 (Part 1 out of 2)
Posted By: Max Kosobutsky<carbal343@gmail.com>
Date: 25 February 2007, 10:37 pm
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Chapter 1
1800 hours October 9 2449 (military time)\
Planet Sobaseki, Area in unknown Covenant Campsite
Max offered himself a short break to examine his flimsy and out of date Mark V Mjolnir Spartan Armor.
"You all filled up?" He asked his comrades.
Without hesitating, Dmitry pulled a D-73 tritium-charged shotgun from his back and without saying anything, he went out to scout ahead for safety checks.
"James, what do you got?"
James checked his supply pack and found 2 fragmentation grenades and an Assault Rifle with 14 mags.
"The usual," he replied. "Let's go!"
The bulk of Max's suit forcefully extorted in between the branches before they all broke off with a loud racket. Lights within the deep vegetation reacted with a quick 3 blinks and then faded; a warning signal used by Spartans.
"Everything's fine, keep moving," Three seven foot tall gladiators swiftly merged to the incoming facility.
"Meet up behind the wall over there," acknowledgment lights winked from their visors.
"Two-hundred meters left, let's not give away our position," Soft foot steps frenzied into heavy pounding ones. The blur from all the night vision made the scene all worse for them.
"Twenty meters, there it is… wait a minute, since when do the covenant abandon their own territories?" James said. "Something must have stirred them out of here."
A thick coating of fog slid past their dark alloy. Max motioned to James to keep moving cautiously, and did a double take. Even in their helmets, he knew who was worried, and who wasn't.
James stopped suddenly.
"Something isn't right. This place. There's something about it that I don't like,"
"Dmitry, report back to our home station, and see if anyone can give us a schematics update on this damn place,"
"There's no signal," reported Dmitry.
"Damn it, I guess we'll have to enter this mess!"
The Spartan's walked in with the heavy might of the glossy doors sealed shut behind them. No source of light or energy anywhere. Dmitry's built in automatic flashlight in his shotgun kicked in, puncturing a hole in the dark haze around them.
"What's that over their?" Looking over his shoulder, Max knew something was their. He quickly turned around as if he was to grab something. But his arm hit nothing but thin air.
"It can't be," he thought to himself. James felt a rush of adrenaline down his spine. "Flood," he whispered to himself.
"Listen, I have a very bad and familiar feeling about all of this,"
Max looked from James to Dmitry. "You doing fine over their?"
"Better than ever, never had more fun than this mission. Couldn't they find anyone else to do this for us?" James nudged Dmitry from the back, warning him not to lose his mind. "Four words: shut up, look ahead." The flash from the Spartans' helmet lights illuminated the deserted rooms. They moved from one dark corridor to another, their fluorescent beacons searching for any clue that may be around;
Nothing.
"Radar shows no signs of an enemy or object," Max whispered.
"There's nothing anywhere, can it get any worse?" A faint whizzing sound approached them quickly from the sky, followed by a glowing hovering bulb-like droid. Surprisingly, this thing actually spoke.
"Greeting's, I am thirty-three-o-seven-Reconciliation, monitor of installation zero. Reclaimers, how thoughtful! Max felt discomfort when the monitor called this place "installation zero", he was sure that it made some kind of mistake.
The monitors' words were sudden. It spoke perfect English and was well aware of who the intruders were.
"Please make yourselves at home; I'm sure the flood won't be a problem for you!" The monitor drifted spontaneously through a hatch in the ceiling, humming short tunes while leaving the Spartans' hopeless.
"C'mon, let's get out of here," Dmitry exclaimed. "Follow me."
Max pulled out his M7 assault rifle and balanced it on his hand with appreciation. For him, havoc is what it was all about.
The rifle's flashlight went on. Looking behind him once more, he finally realized the true meaning of Flood. There stood at point blank range, five disfigured parasite forms that had once ranged all the way from covenant Elites, to Hunters, waved tentacle-like arms that released a acidic-type juice that smelt of burning rubber and heavy amounts of pure Chlorine.
"These pieces of shit will do anything possible to stop you in your tracks!" Max told his partners. "There is no choice but to fight them off."
Max swung his MA5B assault rifle in front of the face of the Flood, his trigger finger instantly reacting. Like a bullet hose, the rifle had torn through their limp bodies like rocks against tissue paper, amputating arms, legs, and dried limbs.
The Flood dropped on the cold tiles, squirming and struggled to get back up.
Max's foot came down upon them and the noise ceased. He took cover to look and found where the flood were coming from.
He turned on the TeamCom. "Stay together, keep 'em down." James and Dmitry crouched at attention back to back, speculating every single corner of their HUD.
As diamond-coated projectiles ejected from their weapons on countless oncoming beasts, Max ran towards an open hatch in the wall that concealed hundreds of them.
He checked his belt; One plasma grenade. He unclipped it and activated it. He reached his hand into the hole, and propelled it up the short tunnel. The glowing grenade hissed through the canal, fighting the gravitational pull. The sound dimmed immediately, with the largest Flood form pushing itself out through the opening. Max saw the grenade fall back down onto the creatures' lifeless corpse.
The Flood hurled itself at the Spartan as the plasma shimmered on its flesh. Max fell backwards and let his last rounds leave the barrel. He thought it was the end of him.
As the beast came down, it was instantly blown back a few feet by a clean hit to the head with James's Tritium rounds.
They struggled to run away, while the thirty foot radius blast shook the ground and melted the floor, along with hundreds of gathered Flood.
Dmitry came out of nowhere. His visor had shattered and plasma burns enveloped his Mark-V armor.
"I gave em' hell, lets get outta here,"
Max shifted uneasily, and slid a fresh clip into his rifle with a satisfying click.
"This way, c'mon." The three of them found it harder to find the exit walking over the dead corpses that had infiltrated the whole facility. They found a door that unfortunately was opened.
"This isn't the way we came in!" said Dmitry. He knew there was no choice, he needed medical attention, but he ignored his wounds.
James slung his gun over his shoulder.
"But it's the way we're going out."
A wave of relief and fear washed over the Spartans' as they entered a whole new atmosphere. In the distance they saw what they came here for. They had found the center of the most dangerous place ever to be seen by a soldier.
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