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Enigma: part 1
Posted By: Madcat_97<Madcat_97@hotmial.com>
Date: 6 April 2003, 2:56 AM
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Enigma: part 1
As the pelican rumbled under his feet, vibrating the soft inside of his boots, John rubbed his MA5B with a itchy trigger finger. It was battle scarred, the indicator screen on it long gone, blown of by a ghosts plasma beam. Instead the area now housed a scope he pulled from an older model sniper rifle, the bearer of that being one of his Spartans. The night sky seemed so dark, so empty, the ring disappearing into the distance. He remembered the first time he found the rifle. A dying marine gave it to him as a group of jackals and elites converged onto their Cliffside fort. He remembered how he grabbed the rifle, popping the elites in the head, and getting one of the bullets right into a grenade on the elites belt, killing them all off.
The chief snapped out of his thoughts of the dead marine, when a not so dead one yelled out to him that they were almost there.
The chief leaned out of the pelican, waiting till the pelican was about a fifty meters of the ground, when...
He jumped out, his rifle tearing through the cold night's snowfall, popping a thought to be well hidden jackal in the head, splattering the still working shield with blood. John slammed into the ground, rolled, and started in an all out run, tearing through the covenant who where hiding to ambush them. Suddenly, a gold sword elite jumped out of a bush, his plasma sword glowing in the night. His multi jawed mouth dripped with saliva, making the chief pause a moment. Then he remembered something. As they both stood still, waiting for each other to move first, the chief dropped down, just as the elite jumped. Then John jumped up in front of the elite, delivered a quick kick to the elites sword, stabbing through the covenants guts and killing him instantly. There were two distinct thumps. The thump of the elite plowing through the snow, coloring it a grotesque purple blue color, and the thump of the chiefs MJOLNIR armor on a rock shelf as he landed hard.
John stood still as the night seemed silent again. His rifle had been sliced in half by the elites sword, the gap dripping with blood and chunks of the elites melted armor. He looked around him, seeing that half of his marines where dead, the other half fixing themselves up. The ground was littered with limbs, and was discolored by the countless bodily fluids spilled on it.
"Gaaah! I'm getting out of here!" a single grunt screamed. The chief waited a moment, then yanked out his pistol and popped the grunt in the head.
The chief looked at the rifle and yanked off the nameplate on it.
It read this: whoever picks this up, keeps it. Kick some ass.
-earliest owner: Lt. Keyes
"hmm." The chief sighed out loud, thinking of Keyes. "A little bitchy sometimes, but always seemed to know what to do." The master chief said to the marine standing behind him. "Always knew how and when to kick ass."
"Chief, we all miss him." The marine half whispered to him.
"As much as I do?"
"Some of us more than others. Maybe well find him chief, I don't know."
"I hope we do, chief." Cortana chimed in, reminding him that she was still there. "chief, I am enjoying this walk down memory lane, but..."
"Just a minute. Here. Keep this sergeant."
As the snow turned to rain, the chief handed the sergeant the nameplate from the gun. The piece of metal was streaked with sleat, which ran off as the rain came. The Sergeant took the piece of metal, the rain glancing off of it onto his cold red hands. He looked up from the plate to the chief.
"Is this for real?" The dazed marine asked.
"Do you want me to scan it?" Cortana chimed in.
"No." John told Cortana, hoping to discourage here.
Didn't work.
"Really?"
"Quite. Sergeant?"
"Yes sir?" the marine snapped to life.
"Move out. No dawdling."
"Yes sir! Master Chief Sir! Okay marines, move out! We've got a ride out of here, this mission is aborted! Take it!" The sergeant yelled out the orders to the remaining marines.
The chief climbed into the dropship, thinking of what Cortana was telling him about the covenant cruiser they were going to raid, but losing it in thought. How did the covenant know they were going to be there?
Fin
-Madcat_97
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