Chapter Three of Halo:Armageddon
Posted By: Chris L<sonic_22@charter.net>
Date: 18 February 2004, 2:05 AM
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Turk stared in awe at the number of glowing plasma
turrets surrounding them. The Demonseed made a complete turn
so that it was facing a covenant ship that was about to release more Seraphs. Turk bit his lip. The other plasma turrets suddenly glowed bright cobalt. Just as a section of
shields dissapeared to let out the Seraphs, Newtonn unleashed hell. He sent waves of "Fury" class air-to-air
missles into the open hatch on the covenant cruiser. Turk
whooped loudly as explosions rippled along the length of the cruiser. The other cruisers opened fire. Blue flames erupted on every side of Turk's Longsword. He jammed the
black joystick forward and hit the throttle pedal as hard as possible with his green army boot. The fighter went into a long dive through the swirling plasma. The Longswords heat sensors went crazy and the audible alarms sounded.
"I know, I know!" Turk whispered to the fighter as the plasma flames struck the super-alloy that the Longsword
was made with. The plasma subbsided and Turk slowed down.
When he looked up, he saw only 4 surviving ships. All were
covenant. He tried desperatly to spot the Demonseed, but couldn't see it anywhere. He flew up again and still couldn't see it. "He must have gone into slipspace," Turk
tried to assure himself. "No, wait, the Demonseed's generator needed charging." he remembered, slamming his fist on the bulk-head. "Dang it!" he shouted, firing a barrage of missles at clear space to try and release his
rage. No such luck. He flew as fast as the fighter would allow. Still no luck. He was still raged. "Never weep over
a fallen hero." He repeated the battle psalm over and over
until he was sort of calm. He thought of what to do. There
was no cruiser to go back to. He couldn't take over an
entire covenant ship by himself either. If he didn't
think of something soon, those bugs would be back with reinforcements to sort out the mess. His Longsword floated
in lazy circles as Turk tried to think. There wasn't any
organized UNSC base on Threshold's moon: Basis. "That's it!"
Turk shouted aloud. "No ORGANIZED base!" "Just a few reseasrch colonies!" he yelled, grinning. Every research colony had a transport. The plan seemed perfect in his mind.
So he mashed down the throttle pedal and flew off toward
Basis...
The Brute named Jallor stood over the prison cells.
There were two Hunters inside a cell. One (the male)
was near death. The female was not even close. She had
regained conciousness at least an hour ago. She was snarling
and roaring. Every now and then she would try and slam her
way out of the energy wall that served in-place of stupid
steel bars that the primitive "Humans" liked so much.
"They don't even deserve a name." thought Jallor. The female
was asleep at the moment. That was the way Jallor liked
Hunters the most. Aside from dead, of course.
He glanced down at the inferiors. "Idiots." mumbled Jallor
under his breath. He was about to go on a spec. Op.
mission when these great slugs showed up. Now Jallor was
stuck with prison duty. Along with that over-hyped up
Elite named Freena 'Gruschomee. She was a twit. All she
did, all day long was blab on about pointless crap.
"Oh, you're here Jallor?" asked Freena happily. "No, you're
just staring at a solid hologram of me." grunted Jallor
sarcasticly. "Really?!" asked Freena, full of interest.
"No, you twittering toothpick on fat legs, dressed in that
stupid, light-blue armor!" roared Jallor. "Wow, I didn't
know you felt that way about me Jallor!" screeched Freena
in her high voice. "My god." hissed Jallor, mentally beating
the snot out of Freena. "Oh, you think i'm a god?!" squealed Freena in delight. "Oh, yeah, you're the god of
get-the-crap-away-from-me-or-i'll-blow-you-to-pieces!!"
Yelled Jallor, pulling out his bladed plasma rifle. "Oh
Jallor, you're such a dear!" said Freena. "You're about to
give me your prized weopon?!" she shreiked, starting at
Jallor. He squeezed the trigger and shot Freena in the shoulder. She yelled loudly at first, then, she turned around. Her eyes were full of malice and hate. "Why you!"
She growled. She leaped into the air and landed on Jallor.
She took out, primed and dropped a plasma grenade on top
of Jallor's head."No!!" yelled Jallor, as he was consumed
in a wall of blue flame. "Finally." said Freena. She turned
back around and opened the cell doors. "Those Brutes are
gonna have a fun night." whispered Freena, as four Hunters walked out, along with a hand-full of marines, and to top
it all off, the last Spartan ever to live. Spartan 117-
John...
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