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The Gods of War: Spartan III's:Enter the Juggernaut
Posted By: romac1991<bobbyhill@yahoo.com>
Date: 17 June 2004, 11:43 PM
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Unknown Time October 5 2552
Covenant Headquarters-Flagship "Ancient Prophecy"
In high orbit above Earth
Ronay 'Ranazee strode quickly through the busy halls of the "Ancient Prophecy", if he was late for his meeting with the Commanding Prophet, he would be executed without hesitation. His large black armor was intimidating to passerby. He reached the large door to the Meeting Room, standing in front of it were two exceptionally large Red Elites gripping Plasma Rifles.
"Are you Ronay 'Ranazee?" The one on the right asked, in a low growl.
"Yes," Ronay replied, he outranked them by two ranks.
"Identification please," the same Elite asked. Ronay handed him his Identification Cube. The Elite inserted it into the wall panel on his left. A succession of beeps rang from the computer.
"Come right in, Sir, his Excellency is expecting you." Ronay nodded then advanced through the parting doors into the room. The room was barely lit, and Ronay felt invisible eyes watching him. A light from above flashed on, and followed him. The Commanding Prophet was elevated above the deck shrouded in darkness, five meters in front of Ronay. There was a line drawn between the two that could not be crossed for the safety's sake.
Ronay bowed.
"You are commander of Special Operations, are you not?" The Prophet asked with the air of royalty.
"Yes your Excellency, I am." Ronay replied nervously as he rose his head up.
"And are you not the Supervisor of the "Project?" The Prophet inquired.
"Yes Excellency I am." Ronay replied not seeing where this was going.
"Well, we may have the perfect field test for the "Project"
"Your Excellency?" Ronay questioned.
"Observe," the Prophet looked towards the wall on his left, which then lit up showing a view screen.
"These are photos from the surveillance screens in one of our bases in the Southern Hemisphere of the planet, apparently a group of Green Humans, came in, brutally murdered the Elite Guard, and hacked the computer. They are still in the base, but they mustn't escape and relay that information to other humans."
The view screen was then filled with a photo of an Elite, with its leg lying next to it. The Elite had dents in its helmet. Another picture appeared on the screen, this one of an Elite with its throat tore up, there was a large puddle of blood that surrounded his fallen comrade. Finally, it showed a picture of the Commander of the Elite Guard, Tozey 'Tozoree. His head lay frozen with a face of utter defeat, next to his crumpled and bloodied body.
"The evidence is clear, these humans deserve to die by the hands of the Covenant, let us give them the privilege to be our guinea pigs. You know your duty, initiate the "Project".
"As you desire, Excellency." Ronay bowed, then exited the room. In a few hours, an almighty force would be introduced on that filthy planet; those humans stood not a chance.
The Spartan's advanced upward through the Covenant structure, meeting little to no resistance. Winding their way through corridor after corridor, they slaughtered everything in their unstoppable wake. Three Grunts jumped out of a corner and pulled out plasma pistols. The Spartans leapt forward. Brian grabbed a Grunts skull and pressed it with all his might. The head exploded so fast that his hands came together and made a loud clapping sound. The explosion had sent forth buckets of blood to effectively douse the group of Spartans in. The remaining Grunts, never witness to such horrors in their lives, about-footed and ran for it. The trio of
Grunts fell over and died as armor piercing rounds from Darren's Assault Rifle tore into their backs and blew out vital organs through the front of their body's. They had landed face first in a pool of their own blood and stomachs.
The Spartans stepped over the hole filled Grunts, and proceeded to climb a series of ramps, they had no resistance since the three Grunts. The lack of resistance was suspicious, but no matter, as long as there was something to mutilate and torture, the Spartans were content with the Grunt they met every few minutes. After a few minutes of zero contact, they got a little more suspicious. With the data the Spartans had, the Covenant should have sent an army to stop them. That would be fun. As the Spartans neared the exit of the base, something was picked up on the COM channel.
"...W..at...the fuc...is that!..lik..a..fuc..ing..Jugger..nau..t...Jesu... rist...kill.... It...Oh...My... Go...!!!" The COM went dead. All the Spartans stopped dead in their tracks. That transmission cam from the squad positioned right by the entrance of this base, looks like they had contacts.
The only thing the Spartans could do was move on, so they continued to make their way back up. As they were making their way up a ramp, they heard a noise. It was a deep grunt, and heavy breathing followed from just above the ramp, where they couldn't see.
"There it is! Come on Bronklow, let's kill that freak!" A Marines voice rang from above the ramp and around the corner.
"Shoot it!" The Marine yelled. Gunshots rang, and Assault Rifle bullets hammered the spot at the top of the ramp.
"Shit! It's coming! Ahhhhh!" There was a sound of bones breaking and bodies being thrown about. Then silence.
Brian gave the silent motion to advance to his team; they crept up the ramp. The top of the ramp was now in view, but whatever was there wasn't there now. They reached the top of the ramp and the floor leveled out. They stopped and Brian slowly and cautiously leaned around the corner. He could see outside, which meant they were at the top of the base. There was a hallway on the left a few meters in front of him that was pitch dark, if they covered that hallway as they were passing they would be okay. He told his Spartans to advance to the exit, only fifteen meters away, and the dark hallway was five meters on the left. Brian took two steps, then stepped on something. He almost lost his balance, but soon recovered his posture and stood back up. He looked at what he had stepped on; it was the torso of a marine soaked in his own blood. The head was twisted around so Brian could only see the back of his head, which had huge clawmarks in it.
As the Spartans surveyed the fallen Marine, six huge shapes emerged from the dark hallway and stood in front of the Spartans.
Deciding it was time to move on, Brian lifted his head to watch the suspicious hallway, but was found that the whole room was pitch dark, he tried to look at the exit, but it wasn't visible. Something wasn't right. Then something in front of him stirred, and light flooded in, revealing six colossal silhouettes.
Before he could move, the figure grabbed him, with arms at least half a meter thick, and threw him towards the light of the exit. Brian flew out of the base and landed on the concrete ground, halfing his shields. Ralph and Darren arced up and out of the dark hallway and onto the ground, shields flaring. All three of them peered at the eerie pitch-dark hallway. Something was in there, but what? It wasn't a Hunter or Elite that's for sure. What was that?
His question was answered a second later, as a tremendously large beast, in pure black armor, stepped out into the light of day.
"Jesus...Christ," Ralph whispered in amazement and fear.
It had to crane its huge head downward to stop it from hitting the ceiling. It was easily eleven feet tall. The massive beast had jet-black armor on, covering it head-to-toe. Its abnormally large helmet had a tiny slit, obviously for vision. Huge arms dangled at its side, swaying with the heavy breathing of the creature. In its right hand, it held a gigantic gun. The gun was the length of a person, it had a fat purple tank at the back, and it whittled down to a small black barrel at the end. The barrel appeared to have a small blue flame on the tip. On the giant's back, he saw the massive handle of an enormous sword of some kind. As Brian made the awe filled observations, five more of the beasts emerged from the base, all toting the same freakishly large gun, if you could call it that. The Spartans were still on the ground when reality clicked in; there were threats standing before them, and they were sitting on their asses.
They quickly sprang to their feet and pulled out Pistols. They were gonna send those freaks to Hell. The Spartans opened fire and but the bullets never hit the beast. The slugs had stopped about an inch from the monsters, revealing intensely white personal shields to flare up. After about three seconds, the white shields were fully charged.
"What the hell, their shields are already recharged," Darren remarked. The beasts made a low and deep grunt, then raised their guns to their waists', Their huge fingers settled on the trigger, the pulled.
"Jump!" The three Spartans dove to the side as the small and harmless blue flame on the tip of the beasts guns, had erupted into a giant blue inferno which was sprayed where they stood a second ago. The six flames spouting from the guns of the beasts all intertwined and made one as the burst of fire licked the ground. The flame was so intense, even though the Spartans were a meter away, their shields were slowly dropping from the intense heat. The massive beasts were hidden behind the blue-white curtain of flame, which was distorting the air around them so badly that the air looked like waves of water.
The beasts released the trigger and the flame flew back to the guns of the beasts, as if in rewind and returned to the deceivingly harmless tiny blue flame on the barrel. The ground where the inferno was directed at, was now smooth and shiny, it reflected the blue sky above. The friggin' monsters had almost glassed the Spartans asses. The beasts grunted, and turned towards the Spartans, and prepared to spray Hell everywhere. The beasts were unstoppable, like...a...a....Juggernaut. Brian thought as the edge of the flame caught him as he dove away.
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