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The Flood Onslaught (Parts 1 and 2)
Posted By: The Grenadier<smaytothej044@yahoo.com>
Date: 2 May 2005, 10:04 PM
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Part 1
The year is 2674.
In 2567, the Humans, along with the help of the Elites, Hunters, and Grunts, all who joined the them when the Covenant Civil War started, defeated Truth and the rest of the remaining Covenant. The "Great Journey" was prevented several times over with the help of 117 and the Arbiter, but at the cost of many lives.
After defeating the Covenant, the rest of the "Halo" Installations were located, the Indexes found and destroyed after realizing what a serious threat they were to all life if somehow they were reunited with their control centers.
It was soon learned that those actions were a big mistake.
For several years, peace and prosperity flourished as the all of the races struggled to rebuild the mess that the Covenant left over. Grunts found their Methane rich paridise planet. Hunters went back to their normal way of life before being forced into joining the Covenant. And together, the Humans and the Elites founded colonies on new planets, the first of which named Reach II, in honor of all of the lives lost in the invasion of the original Reach.
That peace was short lived, however.
While the Indexes were destroyed, no one ever thought about doing the same to the Halos. No one ever thought about the Flood again, as they were never seen since High Charity. No one cared, they were happy without another enemy to fight.
No one knew what the they were planning.
From broken Sentinal parts and leftover Forerunner technology, the Flood constructed ships, hundreds of ships, to go to the darkest corners of the galaxy, to their homeworld. There they manifested and prepared a huge fleet to reach their one true goal - absorpsion of all sentient life. Soon after, they attacked.
For over one hundred years the war against the Flood raged on. But, John and the Arbiter soon became too old to fight and passed away.
The Flood continues to fight on. Their endless reproduction cycle and brutal guerilla warfare tactics makes them an almost invincible enemy. But there is still a glinter of hope. There is John's grandson. With each generation of a Spartan, the original augmented traits double. That, along with the MJOLNIR Mark VII armor, makes Andrew - Spartan 151, possibly the only hope against the Flood.
**Note: The Halos were not destroyed because they could leapfrog Human technology hundreds of years.
Part 2
Andrew removed his helmet and sighed.
He and his squad of SpecOp Elites - or Sangheili, as they prefered to be called - had been fighting for eight days straight against the vicious Flood. His squad had used every ounce of strength they had in them and fought with great courage - yet, it was still a minor victory compared to the heavy losses there had been in the last century. He remembered the stories his grandfather had told him... back in peaceful times, during his training on Reach.
He took his mind off the past and focused his attention on his injuries. Those Flood sure could inflict a mean wound - they did anything to try and cause harm. Whether it be using a weapon, assaulting you with their whip like tentacles on their arms, or even biting, one thing was for sure - they were determined to absorb or kill everything in their path.
This was actually the first time in days he could just sit down and think. Another war.... they couldn't handle this. Even with the added help of the Elites, Hunters, and Grunts, the situation was going from bad to worse. His grandfather, 117, had told him of the first big war humanity had been in, back when the Covenant existed. Humans had almost been wiped out entirely. But, thanks to the Covenant civil war, that had changed very quickly and they were able to over power them in a matter of years.
But, of course, when they finally found peace, another war erupted. One with a bigger, meaner, stronger enemy. Again they were whittled down to a few hundred planets and strongholds. Andrew wasn't sure they could win this one - but one thing was certain - he would do all in his power to prevent humanity and her allies from falling.
The door opened.
In stepped a marine, one that seemed like he was about ready to fall apart, in fact. Andrew wasn't suprised. The Flood could make even the toughest of soldiers beg for mercy. But, he pushed his fear aside and saluted. "Sir, Office of Naval Intelligence requests your presense, at 0850 hours, sir."
He returned the salute and said, "At ease private. Tell them I'll be there." The soldier walked briskly out of the room. That was in exactly 10 minutes. He would never make it on time at this rate. It didn't matter, though. These days ONI was up to it's ears in everything - damage reports, funding, etc... Even after the war ended, if they survived, it would take years to sort out this cluttered mess.
He picked up his helmet and it snapped on with a satisfying click. He carefully replaced his damaged armor components and made sure his shield generators were working properly. You could never be too careful with the Flood - they could be lurking anywhere these days and take you by suprise. That was a mistake too many people made, and that was part of the reason they were losing this war - just plain stupidity. He sighed again and walked out the door to his debriefing.
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