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Spartans Forever: Part II
Posted By: Infection Form 143<aprilmikechris@aol.com>
Date: 29 June 2006, 9:01 am
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"Just so you know, this episode is more talk than action."
-IF143
Second Lieutenant Daniel Tomahawk sighed, cursed, and then scoffed under his breath. He leaned against a pedestal that protruded from the planter to his right. He had time to gather his thoughts before responding to the fact that the Flood parasite lurked in the very tunnel he stood about thirty feet away from. This situation made that narrow escape from a towering hunter look like child's play.
The Flood was a strenuous opponent to humans. However, they are merely a parasite. Thusly, they were always looked down upon. The Spartan soldier had never encountered a Flood form before, but he heard countless survivor stories and seen so many experiments that he was made confident the Flood were a force like no other.
His armor suddenly felt much heavier than ever before, and he suddenly felt claustrophobic in the closed quarters of his mask. He unlatched it, and took it off to breathe. The light from the sun was brighter than it seemed to be without a tinted visor to see through.
He blinked, and ran his hand through his hair. His eyes opened, and he looked at Medic Holmes. It seemed that he too was devastated that the Flood had come in contact with him. He was pale, and is eyes would flash back and forth across the courtyard. Blood stained his clothes and chest plate. He wore rubber gloves and a nervous smile on his face.
"So," said the medic. "What should we do about this? I mean, i don't want to end up like him." He pointed a finger toward one of the marines on the floor. Tomahawk noticed a bullet the dead marine had taken to the skull, and several intrusion scars in the ribcage area. His skin appeared to be rotting, with a strange side-effect of mutation. He- no, now Tomahawk realized it was an IT, seemed to be growing strange tentacles.
"The professional thing to do..." Tomahawk placed the mask over his face. "Would be to take out every last one of them. However, seeing as that is almost impossible, I think it would be best to tell my squad about thi-"
"NO!" Screamed Holmes. "If you do that, they'll quarantine this sector!"
"Uh," groaned Tomahawk. "That's kinda the idea."
"You don't understand," screeched Holmes. "We found something down there. It wasn't made by the Covenant."
"Then who-"
"Forerunners." Said a voice behind him. Tomahawk turned around, and Spartan 117 stood in the blood-soaked entryway, and shifted his assault rifle from hand to hand suspiciously.
"John?" Tomahawk blurted. "What are you-?"
"I was getting weird readings form in here, and I got suspicious." The Master Chief, a Spartan like no other, the only one known to have encountered the Flood, the one who had single-handedly taken out two of the existing HALO installations, a survivor.
"Sir," Tomahawk said. "You've encountered the Flood before. You know how to handle this kind of situation." He paused. "We need your help to get through this Subway and up to the Covenant's Base of Operations."
"Say no more..." he stopped.
"Sir?"
"Oh, right." He stepped down the stairs, and shuffled across the courtyard, muttering something that sounded like "Times like this I wish Cortanna were here."
He motioned Tomahawk and Holmes to move to opposite sides of the tunnel's entry. They nodded. Tomahawk began to take his position near the entry. "Hey," said Holmes. "Take this." He handed the Spartan a shotgun. "It's fully loaded. Aim for the head."
The Chief pressed down on the holo-panel, and the doors shuddered apart. Then, without warning (as usual), all hell broke loose. Several Flood forms spilled from the doorway, and attempted to tackle the three soldiers. Because Holmes was so vulnerable, they tried their best to keep him guarded.
Several combat forms leapt around the Spartans, in attempts to box them in. Infection forms spilled between the legs of the zombies, the three troops shot single blasts into the swarm, and a chain reaction began to pop continuously. Tomahawk chucked his last remaining plasma grenade into the crowd.
The bulky carrier forms popped, and the infection forms popped out. "I've never seen this many before in my life!" Shouted the Master Chief.
"I've never seen any before in my life!" Shouted tomahawk back to him, trying to appear cocky.
"Shut up and stay focused!" Screamed Holmes. He ducked under a leaping elite form, and slammed it in the skull with the butt of his shotgun. "There's too many! Head for the Subway!" The Chief took note of that, and hosed a few Flood forms with bullets, and cleared a path.
"This way!" The three sprinted through several infection forms and carriers, and closed the shutter doors behind them. Just when Tomahawk thought it was safe, he turned his back to the closing doors.
He felt a sharp pain in his back, and an infection form slid through his armor. suddenly, the world went black.
Then the coldness rushed in.
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