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The Fall of the Chief
Posted By: The Scribe<nero@cinci.rr.com>
Date: 8 July 2003, 5:09 AM
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The Master Chief heard a crunch as he accidentally brought his foot down on a marine's skull. They had been trudging through the bones for a about a mile now getting closer and closer to the sounds of battle. Combat zone 4 was just ahead.
"Look there!" a marine shouted.
An Elite, apparently coming from the battle, was sprinting at high speeds toward the squad. Although it was coming right at them, it couldn't see them because it was looking back behind itself.
"It's almost like something is chasing it," the Chief said. "Gun it down."
The soldiers opened fire.
Purple spouts of blood erupted all over the alien as the rounds tore into its body. It collapsed face down in the sand.
Suddenly, in the distance, huge swarms of gray figures could be seen running from the horizon. It wasn't long before marines could be made out. They began flying past the squad like it didn't exist.
The Spartan grabbed one of the retreating marine's shoulders.
"What happened?" he asked. "Where are you all going?"
"The Covenant wiped us out, sir," came his response. "There are hordes of them heading this way right now. I suggest you join us and start running."
"What do we do, Chief?" one of the Special Force squad members asked.
The Chief stood for a minute.
It wasn't long before thousands of Covenant could be seen emerging on the horizon as well.
A stray fuel rod projectile sailed in and landed right in the middle of the retreating army. A few tattered soldiers flew into the air.
"We run," the Master Chief said.
The squad turned and began sprinting at full speed.
Hanamee glanced at the green human through his vision enhancers. Now would be a good time attack, but the human was so far ahead of the Covenant army, that the thousands of marines around him would mow Hanamee's group down.
"Would do we do?" a fierce veteran named Lanka Canamee questioned.
"We will wait and follow the retreating army," Hanamee said. "Once again, the tips of these mountains will give us cover."
The veteran snarled as his temper got the best of him.
"We are doing nothing!" he yelled. "We are sitting here watching this human, when we could kill him. Why are you not sending us in to fight him? I am ready for a task! You are doing a poor job, Hanamee."
"You want a task?" Hanamee said calmly. "Try and get this grenade of your chest."
With that he shoved a plasma grenade onto the veteran's armor and at the same time pushed him over the mountain wall.
The Elite screamed as he tumbled through the air and then exploded into a neon-blue cloud.
"I would appreciate the prophets never hearing of that," Hanamee said calmly.
The Master Chief saw the blast occur out of the corner of his eye. It had happened in mid air. This was strange.
There's no time to investigate, the Chief thought as another flaming green bolt sent several dismembered marines and their missing limbs off of the ground.
The Spartan noticed that the human army had gotten themselves into a real hell. They were not just running from thousands of Covenant, but now running through a valley. Sharp mountains and foothills curved up on both sides of the UNSC's battle group.
A sniper who was along side the Chief decided to voice his opinion.
"Master Chief, sir!" he shouted, sprinting along side the Spartan. "If another Covenant army was to come down from the sides of this valley, we'd be toast, sir."
"I know," the Chief responded. "I don't think anyone really knows where we're going right now."
And it was true.
General Fredrick Sherman had issued a blind retreat. His army would run until they came upon...well...what he would call luck. He knew that his marines didn't have a chance. They were in the middle of nowhere and were running from an army of thousands. It was a hell of a situation.
The General sat in the passenger seat of the Warthog, observing the sprinting army behind him. The seemingly tireless aliens kept on catching up. Either that, or his men were growing tired and falling behind.
It was when Sherman saw the hundreds of Covenant soldiers come pouring over the hills and sharp rocks that he knew his men were damned. The marines were surrounded, just as the Master Chief had feared.
General Sherman felt the impact of an Elite's plasma bolt occur on the side of his head and then everything dimmed and went, finally, dark.
The Chief kicked it into high gear and began speeding ahead of all of the running marines, his feet aching.
They were surrounded. It was hopeless.
Hundreds of soldiers began dropping like flies as plasma took them. Thousands of bodies lie everywhere and blood was up to the ankle. Among them, a super soldier in green armor lay, his apathetic facial visor reflecting the white and drifty clouds above.
Cortana's figure on Captain Berkley's control panel stiffened its back.
"Captain!" she alerted.
"What is it, Cortana?" Berkley asked, his stressed eyes full of tension.
"I've lost General Sherman's communications beacon. Data shows that his com went out at the coordinates: L78; LO43."
"Barker, get me a satellite image on those coordinates!" the Captain ordered.
"Aye, sir," the Ensign responded.
The whole entire bridge crew froze and stood in horror at what appeared on the eight foot display screen. Thousands of soldiers were lying in the sand, puddles of blood underneath them.
Just then something came into view.
"Zoom in on that!" Berkley barked.
The satellite image magnified onto a marine running forward by himself. Suddenly a plasma bolt struck the back of his head and he dropped, face down next to a familiar soldier. It was the Master Chief.
Colors flew through Cortana's holographic body, as she stood, horrified.
"Damn it, that's all I needed to see," the Captain said. "Barker alert the Wake of Freedom and the Ethiopia to prepare all nuclear protocols. We're going to glass the planet."
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