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Round 2
Posted By: sleepingdragon80 and bowog the grunt<neodragonlvr@hotmail.com>
Date: 16 September 2006, 9:13 pm
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Chapter Two
Sleepingdragon80
Somewhere on Earth…
"Pixies!" Shouted the demented Elite. "I'll kill the pixies! I'll kill them all!"
A lone Elite by the name of your enemy is out in the middle of no where. He had escaped from an insane asylum on High Charity, stolen a ship, and some how made it to earth. Now he is being tormented by imaginary pixies. No one dares go near, for he is wielding an energy sword. Two humans had already come to close and, being mistaken for pixies, were killed. They lay now on the ground, all others to scared to come and get them. The one thought on everyone's mind was this: we need a SPARTAN or two to get rid of him. So they phoned their local police, who contacted High Command, who called upon the services of a certain Master Chief and his new friend, Joshua (a.k.a. 3l33tgam3r117).
On Halo…
-Beep, Beep, Beep…-
"Hold on a minute. Gotta get this." Mater Chief said as he turned off his external speakers. 3l33tgam3r117 threw up his hands and wandered around the quarters they were sharing on Alpha Base. After a few minutes, Master Chief ended transmission and turned his speakers back on. "Seems like High Command needs us back on earth." He informed 3l33tgam3r. "There is a demented Elite rambling on about pixies that has killed two civilians, and another group of Elites near Chicago yelling something about cheese. They asked us to take care of it. Coming with, Joshua?"
"Sure, why not?" 3l33tgam3r said with a shrug. "There's nothing to do here."
"Oh, they want us to bring along that SPARTAN III we found…what was her name?"
"Sleepingdragon-80." He informed Master Chief.
"Hmmm… Odd name."
"I think we put her in quarter 7-22."
"That's right." Master Chief said to himself. "Lets go get her. The UNSC Frigate "Darkness Abounds" is waiting for us."
Near Chicago…
The five Elites that make up the RougEntites are not just any Elites. No, they are the Covenants version of the SPARTAN's. Taken as children, they underwent so much training they all snapped. Now, with very little augmentation, they are supposedly the most formidable warriors the Covenant has to offer. Their leader, RougEntity-0080, has had enough combat to last for many ages. He has collected his mind enough to know that the Covenant is ashamed of them. So he gathered his Elites up and ran away from the Covenant. That is how they ended up on earth. Now they are debating where they are and if they should leave.
While the others debated, the leader wandered a little ways away and was studying the sky.
He thought as he studied the clouds.
His thoughts were interrupted by the reappearance of his comrades.
"We have decided." The first one said.
"And?" The leader asked.
"We need repairs and more cheese before we go." Another said.
The leader nodded his head gravely and gave his orders. "You 2, start repairs; the rest, We're going shopping."
On Halo…
3l33tgamer knocked on the door of Sleepingdragon80's quarters, and she emerged.
"Ready?" 3l33tgamer asked, and got a curt nod in return. As they walked to the landing pad, he and Sleepingdragon conversed on personal channels, Master Chief unable to hear.
"How were you found?" Sleepingdragon asked.
"I was just wandering around Foundation. The Chief came and teleported me to the Library, and we had to run from sarge."
"The Library? Why did you have to run from sarge? He doesn't get turned into flood."
"This wasn't your normal Library level. In this, it was a huge dance party. Cortana is a horrid dancer, so he needed someone to dance with."
"That's totally crazy. Who would come up with something like that?"
"I heard it was an author named bowog the grunt. Actually, he was working the DJ booth at the party. Coincidence? I think not."
"I know what you mean. Hey… What's your real gamer tag anyways? I highly doubt its Joshua-118."
"Your right. I'm 3l33tgamer117. Call me leet."
"OK leet. I like that name."
"Really?"
"Ok everyone!" Master Chief shouted as they climbed aboard the Pelican. "Next stop, Darkness Abounds!"
Three Months Later,
Aboard Darkness Abounds Orbiting Earth…
The three SPARTAN's stood at attention in the briefing room of the frigate, Darkness Abounds. Cortana had been uploaded as the ships AI, and had received updates about their mission as soon as they had exited Slipspace, and was briefing them.
"OK, SPARTAN's. We have a relatively simple mission ahead of us. As you know, a group of shunned Elites has crashed down near Chicago, in the area formerly known as the United States of America. Last reports indicate they are initiating repairs and,-you wont believe this- shopping for cheese. I think they are planning to leave Earth as soon as they finish repairs on their ship. I also have reports that say they are rather crazy, all but the one that seems to be their leader, so exercise caution. They aren't carrying any weapons, so that should be a plus. Command wants us to capture them, not kill. After this mission, I shall brief you on the next. Any questions?" Stony silence met the statement. "No? OK then. Prepare for drop."
To Be Continued…
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