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Halo 2 Fight For Earth: Out of the Frying Pan. . .
Posted By: HunterKiller<Tommarow4123@aol.com>
Date: 28 December 2003, 3:14 PM
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Halo 2 Fight For Earth: Out of the Frying Pan. . .
No poor dumb bastard ever won a war by dying for his country, he won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his. -General George S. Patton
* * *
26 June, 2553
Ben Morris, Colonel Williams and Chuck Crea continued to run. It took about twenty minutes to get back to Washington. The streets were littered with debris, buildings were ablaze. The Covenant were killing citizens. Citizens for god's sake!
"Looks like we're a little late." Said Crea.
"Either that, or they went farther into the city." Replied Williams.
There were five dead Marines over to the right. They walked over, took their MA6Bs, grenades, and M6D pistols. Crea slid a breastplate off one of them, tried to put it on, found it to small, so he tried another one. This one fit. He took the supply belt off the same corpse and buckled it on. Last thing he did was check the ammo. He looked over at the other two who were just standing there. "Well are ya just gonna stand there?" He said.
Morris and Williams did the same, taking all the extra ammo and grenades they could. Some canteens and a med-kit were also strapped to each of the belts.
After their little dress up game they started off down the street. The buildings on both sides were destroyed, fire came up from them like columns supporting a Greek temple. Smoke filled the air so thickly it was becoming hard to breathe. Large blocks of stone and piles of rubble would supply excellent cover if one were to shoot from behind them.
Crea took point as they continued down the street. He'd stop at all the intersections and peek around the corners. Then would obey his mom by looking both ways before crossing the street.
They neared the next corner, Crea peeked out. He came back behind the corner, and using hand signals showed that two Elites were walking down the street.
"Is there any nearby cover?" asked Williams in a voice so low Crea could barely hear it.
"There's a pile of rubble right around the corner."
"Can we make it?"
"Hell yeah."
"Well say when and we'll move."
Crea peeked around the corner again, he came back around, "Now!"
All three bolted around the corner and crouched behind the rubble.
"On three we'll all jump up and focus fire on the one to the left then the right." He paused a moment then continued "One, two, Three!" they jumped up and fired a volley of 9.56 mm bullets into both of them. The energy shields flashed and then purple blood sprayed out their backs as they fell to the ground.
They reloaded their rifles and continued down the street.
* * *
Cathy Williams stood in the kitchen of her Maryland house chopping up vegetables for the beef stew she was preparing for John and Ben. John's favorite meal was beef stew and potatoes. She finished chopping the vegetables and put them in the broth. She put the pot on the stove and turned it up to a slow boil. I bet the guys are dying for some real food. She thought as she left the kitchen to the family room. I'm glad they made those new self-working stoves.
Cathy took her favorite seat by the large window that looked out over the bright view of Atlantic water glistening in the sun. She grabbed the remote control and flipped on the television. "Let's see what's on the news." She said. She turned the channel to CNN. What she saw she didn't believe. A picture of Washington on fire. "My god." She gasped "John and Ben are there! I need to call the kids." She said scrambling for the phone. Charlie was in College and James was at West Point. She should be able to get a hold of them, shouldn't she?
* * *
Williams, Morris and Crea were astonished at what they saw. The Capital building ablaze. "Never thought they would go this far." Said Crea chomping on his tobacco.
"I wonder if any one is still alive in there." Said Morris
"Probably not Ben, looks like they pounded it pretty hard."
Crea said a silent prayer before looking up with a face white as a sheet of paper. "The White House." He gasped.
"Shit! We need to get there before they get there." Said Morris.
"Well we're gonna need better weapons than what we got." Said Crea
"I heard that brigadier general Thomas Warner is trying to plow his way here. Maybe we could hitch a ride with him." Said Williams.
"sounds good to me." Answered Crea. They ran to the nearest officer they could find. "Where's Tommy Warner's Armored Division?!" They demanded.
"He's on the outskirts of Washington, I think he was trying to get inside the city. The Covie are pounding him hard."
"Well how can we get to him?" asked Crea.
"I don't know, but we need as many troops as we can get now. So you're not going."
"Excuse me, lieutenant," said Williams, "just who do you think you're talking to."
"Colonel Williams." He saluted, "Sorry sir."
"At ease, we just need some transport to Warner."
"Well, I do- wait my 'Hog's parked over there." He said pointing. "you can use it if you want."
"Thank you." Said Williams slapping him on the shoulder. Hot plasma fire soared over his head, he raised his MA6B towards the direction from which the fire came. A squad of grunts and Jackals were charging up the street. He opened fire, along with the platoon of marines he was standing next to. "Morris, go get that 'Hog started. Now!"
"Yes sir!" he replied yelling as he ran.
* * *
The battle cruiser Endeavor took another hit that made it jump. They had continually pounded and been pounded by Covenant ships. The hit made Captain Jayson Williams lurch forward onto the main view screen. "status report!" he barked as he straightened himself up.
"We've lost fire control to the main Mac cannon, sir." Said Holmes, the ships onboard AI construct. Made with the personality of Doyle's ever-classic detective. "It appears that Moriarty has finally outdone me."
"May I remind you, Holmes, we're not fighting Moriarty, we're fighting the Covenant."
"Well yes, of course we are. You should know by now, sir, that it is in my personality to call my enemies by my nemesis' name."
"Yes, of course." He said, then whispered, "you threw yourself over the waterfall with him, shouldn't you be dead?'
"Well, sir, if you read The Return of Sherlock Holmes you would know why I am here."
Indeed, on the flight from the San Francisco building yards, he had picked up a copy from the ship's library and read it. The famous detective proved not be dead after all. For a month now he had been reading all the Sherlock Holmes he could, to get to know the ship's new AI. The last one, Thor, had been fried in a battle in which his ship was outmatched five to one. Endeavor had managed to win the fight and came crawling to San Francisco Yards at twenty percent power for repair, just barely enough to keep the ship going.
Another Covenant ship crossed in front of Endeavor. Was it the one? "Holmes." He said.
"Yes sir, that is the one we're looking for. Truth of Spirits."
"Good get him moving."
"Aye sir."
* * *
John-117 walked down the corridor and grabbed an MA6B from a weapons rack that folded out from the wall. He entered the elevator and pressed the button to bring him to the main hangar. The elevator reached the bottom and he entered. The room was large, cold. He focused on the mission.
No Longswords were left in here, good. He walked to a column right behind the elevator, it had a lever hanging down inside a glass hatch. He opened it and grasped the handle, "What if we miss?" asked Cortana, the AI inside his helmet.
"I won't." he said pulling the lever and hurling himself out the door it had opened.
At first it would have seemed like he was sailing right to Earth, to the destruction he was literally watching. Giant explosions erupting like giant volcanoes. It was almost beautiful.
His view was blocked suddenly by a giant purple mass coming in front of him. He continued to soar, straight towards the Truth of Spirits, the Covenant flagship. He was to enter the ship and capture the Prophet on board. If he wouldn't come, well, then he'd kill him.
* * *
The Covenant Elite Ryo'lteun stood in the control room of the Truth of Spirits. It was a massive ship. He was proud that he could serve on it, in that matter he was proud to serve the Covenant. He watched the commander of the ship telling orders to all the other Elites, his golden armor glowing from the artificial light produced by the holo-panels. He hoped one day he could wear that same colored armor. He currently wore the scarlet shade signifying his rank as a veteran.
"My liege," said an Elite walking to the commander, "something has breached the hull on floor twenty-seven."
"Return to your post." He turned, "Ryo'lteun, assemble your squad and go find out what has breached our glorious ship."
"Yes, liege."
To Be Continued . . .
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