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Break-Time
Posted By: Chief Vash<Chief.Vash@gmail.com>
Date: 15 May 2005, 3:47 AM
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A marine let out a giant belch as he put down his soda. The Chief looked at him curiously, and then did the same, albeit silently to himself. The Chief had just finished his mission at the Truth and Reconciliation and was taking an eight-hour break from the war. His next mission was the Silent Cartographer.
The Chief got up to leave and go to talk to the Captain about his next mission. He wanted to know the details of everything before beginning the task. This didn't always work however, as the Chief had been in many very sticky situations. The marine next to him had finished his drink, as did the Chief. The only thing that they had were these sodas. The Chief was sure if the Captain had the time he would have gotten his liquor.
The Chief stood quickly and set down his drink. At that moment four ODST's had entered the room. They were laughing and talking and all of them carried drinks. Clumsily and sloppily one of the ODST's slammed right into the Chief, spilled his drink on himself, and let out one loud swear word. Without looking up to see whom he had bumped into, the ODST began cussing down whoever he thought it was, all while looking down at the spilled liquid on himself. When he finally looked up, his face contorted to reveal his embarrassment. The Chief eyed him up and down, turn around and began to walk away. The ODST, left alone, feeling a sense of inferiority.
"Don't think you are better than any of us just because you have a Mark V. You aren't, you hear me? Hell, you aren't even wearing it right now!" he yelled at the Chief.
The Chief stopped dead in his tracks, and then rethought the possibilities of what would happen if he said anything. He continued to walk forward. By now all of the eyes in the room were on the two.
"Hey, don't you walk away from me like that! You hear me? Why don't you apologize for making me spill crap on my shirt? Huh? What's that matter with you? I can prove to you and everyone here that you aren't at all better than anyone else. What do you say to an old fashioned showdown? We can have a brawl, just me and you, and we'll see who wins, hmm? It would be fair too, since you don't have that magical armor on you."
The Chief was just about out of the room when he heard the challenge; he stopped again, but then rethought the possibilities again. The ODST became restless, eager to prove himself.
"Oh come on, what are you chicken? Are you a pansy, hmm? Wuss, coward, weakling, pussy..."
The Chief continued walking, showing that he was not to be intimidated by an irrational ODST.
The ODST finally said, as the Chief began walking again "Freak."
The Chief stopped dead in his tracks. He had hit a personal note. He knew that he was genetically enhanced when he was younger by the Spartan 2 project, but it wasn't his choice, he was chosen.
"OK" the Chief said as he rolled up his sleeves and turned to face the ODST.
The ODST nodded toward the exit, and both of them left together to go outside. They went into an empty quarter of the rendezvous point so they wouldn't be bothered. Only the ODST's buddies came with them. One of the ODST troopers grabbed a stick and began outlining the grounds for the fight. He made a ring in the ground. The rules were explained to both the fighting ODST and the Chief. They were simple; you win when either the other is unconscious or dead.
The Chief and the ODST stepped into the ring, and were given the signal that they could begin. The ODST popped his neck, and his fingers. He gathered into his fighting stance. The Chief stood there calmly waiting for the ODST to throw the first strike. The ODST came in with a swift right hook. The Chief dodged downward and let the ODST stumble past him. Even though the Chief wasn't wearing his armor, he was still considerably stronger than the ODST, and was trying to be careful not to severely hurt him. They still were fighting the Covenant and not each other.
The ODST regained his balance and spit onto the ground. He came in with another right hook, and the Chief yet again crouched to avoid the blow. This time however, the Chief rose to deliver a devastating upper cut to the square jaw of the ODST. The ODST was lifted off his feet as the punch hit him. He fell onto the ground on his back, and the wind was taken from him. He struggled to breath. The ODST got back onto his feet and looked at the Chief in awe. He rubbed his jaw, and spit yet again onto the ground, this time a tooth came out. The ODST walked slowly over to the Chief and punched twice at him, and the Chief blocked both of his punches. The Chief held both of the ODST's hands and threw them up and landed a strike to the stomach of the ODST. The ODST doubled over in pain. Thirty seconds later he arose to his feet, but slouched and held his stomach in pain. The ODST ran at the Chief, jumped up and attempted a kick. The Chief sidestepped and grabbed the extended leg mid-flight and then flung the ODST to the ground face first. The ODST once again rose to his feet. He was now restless and frustrated, as he pulled out a switchblade from his belt. He ran at the Chief with a raised arm. The Chief moved in and elbowed the ODST in the face, breaking his nose, grabbed the arm that held the knife, twisted it, heard the sudden snap of the bone, and then the Chief threw the ODST out of the ring. The ODST was out of it, and his buddies were not too happy. They circled around the Chief. Two of the ODST's came in, the first attempted a right hook at the Chief. The Chief blocked it and counter-attacked with a knee to the stomach. The second ODST side kicked at the Chief and hit him in the side. The Chief's kidney was in pain, but he brushed it off. The leg was still in the Chief's side. The Chief grabbed it, crouched low, placed upon his own shoulder, and struck the knee with his elbow. The bone penetrated through the back of the ODST's knee and blood dribbled onto the ground. The Chief stood up quickly and let the ODST fall onto the ground on his own accord. The Chief placed his concentration onto the first ODST yet again and swept his feet. The ODST was toppled over and seemed to float in the air parallel to the ground. The Chief spun on the tip of his foot and preformed an upper cut to the ODST, bending the ODST at the hip. The Chief stood and turned to the last remaining ODST. He had an expression of fear upon his face, and was motionless. The Chief looked at him and began walking back to the rendezvous point. He went back to the cafŽ, to get another soda.
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