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HALO-003 Part 2
Posted By: EliteFoe<TomcatPilot91@everestkc.net>
Date: 21 September 2004, 11:23 PM
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Part 2
Corporal Calvin Peterson opened his eye. Where am I, he thought. All he could see was that he was in a corner. The ground was cold and hard. He tried to stand up. Somehow, he managed to hold himself up against the corner of the small room he was in. He stumbled over to what he thought was a way out. Instead, he ran right into a plasma energy field. He fell back screaming from the burns he just received from the plasma. He knew where he was now. A Covenant holding cell. He tried to think why he was here. He remembered being with Master Chief, being attacked, something with his hand…and then he remembered. He looked down at his hand in horror. The thumb was missing, and there was a gapping hole in his palm. Only then did he realize that his eye was missing as well. He screamed. A figure appeared outside of the cell. It was an Elite. The Elite stared at Peterson, as did the frightened Corporal. The Elite must have been a high ranking one. He wore gold armor, and Calvin could make out that he was holding an energy sword. The Elite spoke in grumbled English, "Feeling better, Coach?" he asked. Calvin could sense the sarcasm. "Shut up, you slimy son of a bitch!" he yelled. The Elite only laughed. Calvin went back to the corner and sat down again. He looked up and watched as a grunt came up next to the Elite. The grunt quivered with fear. "What is it?" asked the Elite. "Sir, um, there's a call from, um, the, the, humans, sir." he said. What the fuck, thought Calvin. The Elite must of read Clavin's mind, for he to yelled out, "What the fuck?" "It's true, sir." said the grunt, staring at Calvin. He laughed. "What are you laughing at?" yelled the Elite. The grunt jumped into the air, pointed at Calvin and said with fear, "Him, sir." The Elite nodded, then walked out of the detention center. The grunt followed.
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Master Chief was running through an open valley, trying to find where Coach was being held. He was constantly looking around for danger, even though he knew he had Cortana to watch out for him. It was just from instinct. Suddenly, his motion tracker came alive with two large red dots. "Chief, look out! Incoming Banshees!" yelled Cortana. The super-soldier ducked down and rolled behind a large bolder. He looked up as the two Covenant flyers whooshed overhead, making their signature sounds. It was then when the call came over the radio. "This is Drop ship Oscar 49, does anyone copy, over?" said a voice. Cortana responded, "Roger Oscar 49. This is fire team Bravo 1. We read you, what is your position?" The pilot responded, "We're one mile west of the main river, near some mountains. We have vehicles and-" "And what?" asked Cortana. No response. "Oscar 49, come in!" she yelled. The Marine responded, "We've been engaged by two Banshees! We can't shake em! I don't think, AHH!" Then the transmission was cut. "Oh shit." Master Chief whispered. "Chief, Oscar 49 said they had vehicles. We had better check it out," said Cortana. The Master Chief nodded, then started running for Oscar 49's crash site.
***
"Sir, the Covenant cruiser is within range," said an operator from his station on the mighty Halcyon human cruiser. "Good, bring up the holo communicator." said Captain Zevda. "Yes sir." replied the operator. He punched in a few numbers on his keyboard, and a large hologram of an Elite popped up before him. The Elite looked disgusted as he stared at the human captain from his own cruiser. Zevda spoke first. "Greetings. I am Captain Zevda of The Referee. How are you today?" he spoke. The Elite rolled his eyes. "Shut up and get to the point before I get impatient and blow your little toy to pieces." said the Elite, obviously annoyed. "Fine, fine," said Zevda, "Well, to get to the point, we both know what's down on that ring. Hopefully, you're here to do what we're planning to do." The Elite interrupted the Captain. "We're here to kill the flood and destroy this facility, as well as anything else in our way," said the Elite, "So I would recommend leaving us alone." The Captain rubbed his chin. "Would you be open to a joint operation? Perhaps, we could work together to destroy the flood and the rest of these 'Halos'. What do you say?" asked Zevda. The Elite stared into the Captain's eyes, then said in the coldest, most horrible voice ever, "Not a chance in hell." Then the transmission cut. "What's going on, who turned it off!?" yelled Zevda, glaring at the operator who had started the transmission. "Sir, I didn't do it! They must have, SIR, INCOMING!" he yelled. A large blast shook the spacecraft. "We're under attack from the Covies!" screamed another technician.
To be continued…
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