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Halo vs. Metroid pt. 2: Unlikely Chances
Posted By: Jedimasterchief117<sgt_johnson117@yahoo.com>
Date: 4 April 2005, 6:04 PM
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Hi, everyone, umm, on my last submission I told you the year was 2052, actually it was meant to be 2549, three or so years before Halo 1. Sorry. I'm a liar. :(. Also the reason I'm even flying this doomed ship is because I am of a rare breed- a Microsoft/Nitendo fanboy. And I really, really don't like Sony. Odd, right?
Zebes, September 2549, Brinstar.
What the Hell? thought Samus Aran, famous bounty hunter, raised by Chozo, and hunted by Metroids. She jumped and flipped over the creature whom almost impaled her. Almost. Must've hung from the ceilng, waiting for me. She thought. The Skeemer started to glow red, for it was about to explode! Samus leaped away from it and in midair she formed into a morph-ball, as she rolled awayshe smacked into a rock. Boom! Shards from the Skeemer hit and damaged her. Damn, how did that happen? Usually that doesn't happen. Several more of the crawling, shelled creatures known as 'Zeebers' were infesting the area, she fired three beams into one, and it blew up. Another Zeeber landed on Samus' head and inflicted damged upon her, she pulled it off her armor looked at it for a second, tossed it at another one and fed six beams into them, and it caused an explosion.
" Ugly bastards," She said, with a smirk. " I gotta find that long beam." She ran off jumping and leaping-as always.
Tenfold Luck , landing at Zebes.
Admiral Coal looked at the charts. Why? Those new things could've ripped us in half, but they left, inexplicably. Were there other Humans to hunt? Maybe even-dare he think it, Covenant warriors?-I hope not. He thought. Jagger looked in awe at the planet below the the crystal-glass window, then he slowly mouthed the words, " Zebes, ain't it amazing?" and it was. the sand brown color of it along with the white clouds made it look like light coffee. Coal then spoke to Jaggers looking half-mindedly at the walls and computers.
"Are the troops ready for drop, Jaggers?" The Lieutenant replied, dazed, though. "Oh, umm yessir. there gear and weapons and the such are also ready to drop." Coal replied with another question.
"How 'bout non-military personnel and deck officers?" Jaggers replied
"Yessir, and the base supplies are ready as well." Jaggers was a good strong fellow, capable of holdng his own against the Covenant, but he decided to become part of the fleet of deck officers, and to add to his `resume he was also a great tactician, the best in class, five standard years in a row. An amazing student, but I won't tell him that, or he might become vain, like my child did, before she died. Thought the Admiral. Vain indeed.
Tenfold Luck, Flight deck, Marines preparing for drop to planet Zebes.
"Seargent Locklear, Heather, serial no. 122634-HL-23, reporting for the drop. Sir, any greenhorns that need to be, uhh, inspired? " Locklear said to the comm. A voice replied rather quickly, but sounding exhausted and slightly annoyed.
"This is Captain Morroco, John, serial no. 112346-JM-23. And yes Sarge we do have some rather unispired cadets, why don't you show them how you instruct your troops. I'm too forgiving, show'em no mercy." Locklaer smirked, she loved her job.
"Yes, Captain I'll be right there." She then punched a button and the comm. shut off. As she walked to her Warthog, she saw the small bay, eighteen pelicans hovered above thirty-one other Warthogs, bay personnel were everywhere-bumbling around to get equipment ready for the drop-they had to get to the pods after that. The Admiral said he'd leave anyone who wasn't fast enough to get their job done and get in the escape pods. Frightning, for sure, but Locklear knew him and he knew tyhat he couldn't harm another Human soul, ever since the the fall of Eilsuym City, he changed-and felt that he caused their lives-since then, though he went from Commander to Admiral. The tan rust that encrusted the area was ugly, to be frank, and the many ports for pelicans and other vehicles were almost non-symetrical due to the wear and tear of the ship, she was nearing eighty-eight years of faithful service. Impressive because very little touch-ups were ever conducted upon her hull. Rebels, Covenant, whatever she's seen it, fought, and beat it. Now she was the first ship to encounter this new spieces and survive . They were going going to leave her on the moon where a small crew would repair her and activate Codename: Nexus. Nobody except ONI and the Admiral knew specific info. Rumors said it was the successors to the Spartan II's, others said it was a new ship or a new type of weapon. She jumped into her Warthog jeep, and started to drive. Nexus, could there be something here that we need for it? Or does Nexus originate from here? No time to ask questions, I need to whip some soldiers from the boys down there. She drove down several ramps and turned in a spiral fashion then she entered another part the ship, the bottom. Fourteen Scorpions lay in a row with four longswords as Marines carted ammo and weapon containers. She saw Captain Morocco talking to his troops and then he looked at Locklear.
"Here she is now boys. Have a good funeral." Morocco walked away to another area and through a door.Locklear, however, hit the powerslide on her Warthog and turned right, screeching vehicle and all turning the left side towards the soldiers! Some dodged while others stood there, too dumbfounded to move. she halted the vehicle and jumped out-while it was moving . She lande on her feet and walked away from the Warthog "Hello, boys," She said, sly like "I'm your new platoon leader, and you can call me 'Bitch' all you want I'm not gonna stop-and neither are you." Suddenly the Marines grew afraid, if only slightly, for she meant buisness, and she was going to tax them beyond their limits.
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