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Aliens vs. Master Chief Part 5
Posted By: spartan058-halogeeky<youngartist2151@yahoo.com>
Date: 18 November 2005, 12:18 am
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The Master Chief had found the medical bay, and fortunately the Aliens hadn't found out how to open doors, so everything was almost perfectly preserved. He guided the marine over to a chair, and then began opening cabinets and drawers, looking for supplies. He found a cloth and tossed it over to the Lieutenant.
"For your nose…" the Master Chief said as he continued to look through the counters. The Lieutenant caught it, and replaced his hand with the cloth. The Master Chief started looking at labels on bottles, and dividing potentially useful medicines. He took some painkillers, opened another drawer and took a medical kit, and walked over to the Lieutenant, who was now leaned back in his chair with his eyes partially closed.
"Keep awake," The Master Chief said firmly. The Lieutenant jerked awake, and looked at the Chief with weary eyes. He looked almost deathly pale. The Master Chief opened the bottle of painkillers.
"Take two of those…I'm sure the doctors won't mind."
The marine laughed.
"You sure you know what you're doing?" The Lieutenant asked, with the cloth still on his nose.
"Positive," the Master Chief replied as he opened the medical kit, revealing some bio-foam, rubbing alcohol, some bandages and some stitching equipment. The Chief sighed.
"It looks as if we're going to have to do this the "old-fashioned" way…"
The Lieutenant smirked, and chucked the two pills into his mouth. The Master Chief peeled back the bandage on the side of his leg, and the sticky blood clung to the cloth. The bio-foam had already charred and hardened, and was falling off in little pieces. The Chief grabbed a fresh cloth, went to a sink, ran it under some water, and went back to the Lieutenant. He scraped away the dried bio-foam.
"Good news," The Master Chief said "It looks as if it stopped bleeding for the most part." The Lieutenant smiled, let out a small chocked laugh, and tilted his head back. The Master Chief knew he was starting to get delusional from the pain. This was bad.
"You need to stay with me, stay awake," The Master Chief pressed.
"I am with you man…" The marine replied in an almost drunken sense.
The Master Chief became more worried, but in the mean time he'd have to patch this up. He grabbed the stitching supplies and threaded the small needle. He poked the needle through the skin, and started sewing. The marine winced.
"I'm gunna die down here…aren't I?" The Lieutenant asked as he closed his eyes.
"No you're not; you're going to get out of here alive. Don't worry," the Master Chief said as he pulled the needle through again.
"No, you don't know that…" The Lieutenant replied pointing a finger at no one. The Master Chief didn't know what to say to that. He was right. He didn't know. But how could he reassure the guy? He thought on this as he continued to stitch.
"You said that your name was Master Chief? What is your real name?" the marine asked.
"John," the Master Chief replied.
"My name's James…" He replied again in a more drunken sense.
"Well, James, we're just about done here…" The Master Chief finished his last stitch, and cut of the thread. He then took another set of bandages and rapped them around James's leg. The Master Chief grabbed his shotgun on the counter, loaded it, and checked the marine's SMG. It was still in good condition; Excellent.
"Let's head out again," The Master Chief said as he helped the marine around his shoulder. The Master Chief walked over to the door with the marine, and tugged at the door knob. It was locked.
"Oh great," James said. "Good one."
The Master Chief tugged at the door again; no luck.
"Back up," The Master Chief said, and James did so. The Master Chief did a powerful kick at the door, but it only dented the metal it was made of. The shotgun wouldn't do much either. The Chief looked around for another door or another way of escape; there was one door, but it said "Storage Closet". Nothing that would help them get out. No other way out was presentable, unless you wanted to squeeze through the vent shaft. That, the Chief wasn't even sure would hold his weight. The Master Chief stood there thinking of what to do next.
James was exhausted. He wanted to sleep, and never wake up. He sighed and clumsily limped over to the chair he had been sitting in. He sat down and closed his eyes. He heard as the Master Chief walked around the room, looking for something useful. He opened his eyes a slit and looked at him.
"You know, nothing can get in here…can't we just stop and rest?" James asked.
The Master Chief stopped and looked at him. He hesitated.
"I suppose so…I need to finish a report anyway…"
James closed his eyes and smiled. Finally, he'd get some rest. He turned to a comfortable position, careful not to move his leg too much, and sank into the first real sleep he had in days. He felt safe.
The Master Chief sat down and watched as the marine fell asleep in what seemed to be a very uncomfortable position. The Lieutenant had twisted himself into almost impossible angles, and saw that he started to drool; a motivation that would probably keep him awake. The Master Chief continued to work on his report. When he finished, he sent it to HQ, and then opened up his Comm system.
"Cortana, do you read me?" The Master Chief asked.
"Got you Chief," Cortana answered almost immediately.
"We have a survivor down here…"
"Only one?"
"Yeah, so far," The Master Chief replied. "I rescued him out from underneath the grating a little while back. He was then injured by one of the Aliens, and I took him to a medical bay."
"Is he alright?"
"I think he'll be fine. A little delusional, but he'll pull through. We're currently locked in the medical bay, and we're taking a short rest before we continue.
"Alright. What's the survivor's name?"
"Lieutenant James Parker. He says he was a storage worker before he came here."
"What is a Lieutenant doing as a storage worker?"
"I don't know…that's what I thought."
"I'll check him out."
"Ok, I'm going on Black," replied the Master Chief, and he shut off his Comm system. He hefted his shotgun and then added how much ammo was left; about forty-four. He paused to look around, his mind suddenly on a different track. He sighted a rather large cabinet that he had forgotten to check. He walked up to it, and found a cheap pad-lock on it. He simply tugged hard enough and the lock gave free. He opened the cabinet, and was satisfied with what he saw; a high assortment of large knives, and small medical knives. The Master Chief smiled as he took two hefty ridged knives. He put them in the same sheathe, and made sure that they would stay there. He grabbed at least twenty-five other small medical knives that could easily fit in the left-over belt pouches. Although small, if thrown at the correct angle, they could easily kill a medium sized animal.
But it might be different for the Aliens…
His old combat knife seemed to work pretty well, but it also melted. Remembering this, he began to wonder if he should even bother taking the knives. Maybe something could be wrapped around the knife that would prevent this? He couldn't think of anything. And even if he could, he'd bet it wouldn't even be on this ship. He walked back to the same chair he was sitting on before, and sat down. He leaned back and started to close his eyes. He caught himself.
You, on the other hand, need to stay awake.
The Master Chief was also very exhausted. And watching as the marine snored his way to a seemingly comfortable position, made him even drowsier.
Only a few minutes…some motivation…
The Chief closed his eyes, and fell into what seemed to be a light sleep.
The Master Chief jerked awake, and looked around. The marine was still sleeping. He looked at the time on his HUD. He had been sleeping for a little over and hour.
His stood up, and shook off the drowsiness. He grabbed his shotgun off the counter next to him, and started for the sink. He took off his helmet and ran the faucet. The Master Chief cupped his hands and splashed cold water over his face; which reminded him.
Where's a goddamned bathroom when you need one?
He put his helmet back on and turned to the Lieutenant, who was now awake and staring at him, with a horrified look on his face.
"What's wrong?" the Master Chief asked.
James pointed at the wall. The Master Chief looked behind him, and something jumped and attached itself to his helmet. He grabbed the creature, and pulled as hard a he could. The thing didn't let go. There was only one option. The Master Chief took off his helmet and sent it flying. It hit the table and fell to the floor, but in a flash the thing let go and jumped toward the Chief's face. The Master Chief crossed his arms, and put them up in front of his head, stopping the creature from reaching his face. The Alien was strong, and it pushed against the Chief's arms making him lean back. The Master Chief looked out of the corner of his eye to the Lieutenant.
"Do…something," The Master Chief gasped fighting against the unbelievable strength of the creature.
James didn't know what to do. He looked around and saw the open medical kit on the table. He noticed the rubbing alcohol, and in a flash grabbed the bottle and opened it. He ran up to the Chief and splashed the Alien with the liquid. It screeched, and let go, falling to the floor. It twisted all around, screeching in pain. Then it stopped, and twitched, steaming. James opened his mouth and stuttered incomprehensible words, as the parasite lay there dead.
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