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Tides of the Accolade [Part 01]
Posted By: Argonox<skit_so@hotmail.com>
Date: 30 May 2003, 12:19 PM
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Series 01 [Abandoned Covenant]
Part 01 [Tides of the Accolade]
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Somewhere on Halo Segment 03076
Master Chiefs boot crashed down into a murky puddle, the wet mud splashed up and clung to the green MJOLNIR battle suit. Blue trails that sparkled around Master Chief suddenly became more violent, his camouflage flashed on and off. The chief became more frantic as he ran across the jungle path.
Keeping up the pace, he heard a low roaring from behind him, turning for a moment to catch a glimpse of the noise; he tripped and hit the floor with a crash. Skidding across the track, mud sent up like a tsunami, Master Chief came to an abrupt stop against a tree trunk. His pistol sent flying across into the nearby bushes and random grenades sunk into the thick gritty mud. As the roaring approached, the ground started to shake and trees shuddered with the great force.
Master Chief did his best to climb back to his feet, only to get knocked clean from the floor with a heavy thump as metal hit metal. Clutching his stomach he looked up thought his visor and saw a proud elite standing above him. Still clasping his torso, he turned his glare back down towards the oncoming thunder.
For some reason a mighty M8088 Scorpion crawled its way over to the Master Chief, grunts danced over the cannon, screaming and clapping. Master Chief lay his head down into the mud, and stared up into the emptiness of the elites eyes.
Suddenly a trail of smoke beamed past from right to left in nanoseconds. Soon followed by the blue blood gushing from the wound now in place of the elites harsh face. There were more cracks of weapon fire around him, the grunts clapping soon turning into stampeding.
Grunts rolled across the brown river of mud following the jungle path, plasma shot up into the night sky, never hitting anything more than leaves and trees on the way up, occasionally sending down the odd branch.
From the bushes in front of Master Chief, a loud whistle rang out, a glowing red projectile chased by grey thick smoke ran past his face, and thumped into the front of the scorpion. A bright flash soon followed by a shower of grunts, metal and trees.
Feeling several pairs of hands grab around the Chiefs waist, he quickly turned, hands out to stop any form of attack. To his surprised, a group of marines where latched onto him, surrounded by other frantic soldiers shooting into the dense jungle. One marine looked down at the Chief and shouted over the gunfire "Master Chief, we're so glad we found you, follow us!"
Without warning the marines pulled the Chief up to his feet and handed him a rifle.
The Chief slammed a cartridge into the MA5B Assault Rifle and let out rain of bullets into the cowering grunts.
A wave of mud and debris flew up and over the attacking group of marines, a warthog burst through the trees. Quickly as it came, quickly as it went. The Chief sprang up onto the machine gun, and let another hail of bullets into the advancing Covenant.
All the marines jumped for the warthog, green plasma crashed into the backs of some on the retreating marines, sending them sprawling across the terrain. When the LRV was loaded it skidded off, deeper into the jungle.
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The Chief bent down to the leading marine "How the hell did the covenant get one of our tanks? I thought I was the only person sent to check this part of halo?" The marine looking up at the chief "Major Gus Admardre." Introducing himself. "No, after approximately 10 minutes after your E.T.A, we received a distress call from the same segment of halo you were checking. Being you - sir" There was a stutter in his voice" I didn't expect you to call out for a distress on a routine check."
"Well you suspected right, because it wasn't me!" The marine confusingly looked back down at his computer panel then back up to the chief "Then who the hell was it sir?"
"I don't know, but where did all the covenant come from? I thought that this sector of space had been cleared?"
"Apparently so, but it looks like the covenant had never left this chuck of rock, so they must have set up camp after halo was blow to pieces, this must be one of the biggest segments still around and it looks like they've made use of whatever was left behind, including a Scorpion.""
"So what is the plan?"
"We have to reach the pick-up point, there will be more marines and armoury dropped off from a advancing Pelican, to deal with this kind of covenant threat."
"So the idea is we clear this meaningless bit of dirt of any covenant?" Again the marine looked up at the chief uneasy "Sir, this piece of dirt might not be as meaningless as you first suspected, plus this still is your mission, Search and Destroy?"
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After about 15 minutes of the warthog bouncing its way around the jungle, it screeched to a halt in a small clearing. Several marines patrolled the boarder; crates lay in groups in the centre with more marines examining them.
"How long is our drop off suspected?" Master chief swiped clean his visor from the fresh raindrops that lay like little eggs across the orange panel.
"E.T.A was 20 minutes from when we found you sir, so anytime now really" The marine scanned the night sky, far out in the distance small orange flashes filled the sky.
The trees rustled more violently in the cold wind, the screech of a Pelican roared above the clearing, boxes of crates where kicked from the back of this hovering ship. The crates landed and split sending supplies across the ground. Several marines were ordered to clean up the boxes; they quickly scurried over, pushing the supplies back into the broken crates. After all crates had been dropped the Pelican took back to the sky, glowing flames licked out from the engines.
Master Chief made his way over to the tower of crates, looking inside one box he started to gather a selection of supplies. First several pistol rounds, M9 Grenades he stashed in his suit, then picking up a dozen magazines for a Rifle and loading them into the two MA5B's he was carrying now. "Right 2nd Marine Company, come collect a sparing amount of supplies leaving enough for the 6th patrol and backup."
The 2nd Company made their way over to Master Chief when suddenly there was a crack of lightning followed by a deafening explosion. Everyone turned round to face the glowing Pelican, soaring from the sky, orange and red flames chased it down. As it was reaching the canopy, two blue plasma bolts shot out from the nearby trees hitting the Pelican once more in the hull. BOOOM!!! It exploded into millions of pieces, the force knocked most marines to the ground.
"Sarge! What the was that?" All the other marines were asking the same questions. "Everyone! Collect your supplies, we've got a job to do!"
There was a scream from the right of the clearing; one marine was floating in the air and then with a sudden movement half his body dropped to the floor followed closely by the second.
Loud thuds could be heard and the floor trembled, not only with fear but something else. Hoards of marines rushed to the crates grabbing at the supplies like hungry animals.
More random marines flew threw the air, but nothing was there and panic set in.
Suddenly the wheels of the warthog buckled and the window shattered and crumpled. A blue beam came from nowhere and hit the LRV in the side, sending it rolling in the night's mist, and crashing through nearby trees and bushes. Marines in the way where crushed on impact.
Master Chief flicked on his shoulder lamp and scanned the clearing full of rioting marines. He could see marines getting crushed into the floor by something not there; others got battered in mid air. Then he realised the marks on the floor, giant footprints. "2nd Company follow the footprints! Looks like we have a camo covenant playing sneak a boo with us."
Master Chief dashed across the clearing, following the footsteps and dying marines, suddenly he hit something face first with a crash sending him back a yard. The chief's lamp shone up on something nearly transparent, a glint in its eye. There was clash of metal once more and the chief was sent across the clearing and into a group of oncoming marines, knocking them down like rag dolls.
Out for a few seconds the chief made his way back onto his feet and pulled a grenade out from his suit. Watching carefully he launched it across the clearing and landing in a puddle of mud. Some marines stood confused at the Chief, when BOOM!! The explosion sent mud flying high into the sky, covering any think in its radius. Out from the shower of mud and smoke stood a 9-foot tall robot or the outline of one, still partly in camouflage. Mud covered whatever it was.
All the marines' gunfire turned to that single standing monstrosity running across the mud. It ran straight at Master Chief, only realising too late, the chief was sent back once more, landing on his head. The robot took to the air, its metal body crunched as it bent down to jump. It sprang up and over the chief and came crashing down behind him and landing with a tremor like feel, a blue beam swirled around the robot for a second, before a rocket smashed into its backs.
Taking a couple steps forward to gain its balance, it flickered, a yellow shield flashed on and off round this machine until it came to a stop, revealing what this thing really was. A giant 9-foot robot stood, two massive Plasma Cannons on each arm, under these were a large Needler Mod and clamps. From each shoulder were two glowing Plasma Pistols and a giant white lamp. But in the middle of it all clamped from the waist down was an Elite. Elite was driving this machine. A yellow shield shone down in front of the blue shell of the elite, its guns glowed as they charged. A word read across the main breast of the robot 'Accolade'.
The Chief looked around to see only a handful of marines standing, and they were behind whatever object they could find. This only left the Chief standing at one side and this giant machine commanded by the elite on the other. There was one hell of a battle about to commence...
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