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Prologue
"The briefing room was quiet.
Noone spoke but the commander, Miranda Keyes.
She was talking to Lord Hood about a plan, but I didn't get to hear it.
All of a sudden the power switched off and a prophet appeared on the screen and spoke some pretty big words.
I understood him but I didn't like the sound of it.
The power came back on, and all I heard Keyes say is"To war."
That's all I got to hear and I knew it meant trouble.
Everyone started to scatter, the chief grabbing an assault rifle ran through the doors trying to get to the hangar.
I grabbed my battle rifle and followed the chief, hoping i would live through the dangers ahead.
We passed through the halls, corner after corner, we ran.
Until suddenly, "BAM!", a big explosion from behind one of the doors.
A warthog, fully loaded was destroyed by a grunt's grenade.
The chief, me ,and another marine blasted those midgets into the air.
We continued onward until......that's all I could remember.
CHAPTER-1 A new friend
"Unhh" I moaned.
Pain was threw everything in my body.
It was dark but for a bright light shining at my eye.
Then all of a sudden someone started to talk.
It was, it was....I lay silent on the hard and rusty floor.
I became unconsious once again.
Then a little "pinch" woke me up.
I was laying on the floor woozy and tired, furthermore someone was crouching next to me, seeming if they were checking if I was still alive.
It was another marine putting a bandage on me. He seemed nice but I could tell he was in a hurry.
He started to talk,"You took a real beating from that brute cheiftain, I'm surprised your still alive." I frowned looking at the blood being absorbed by the bandage.
After he was done he lifted me up to my feet. I dusted myself and thanked him for the medical attension. He was puzzled for a moment than gave an unexspected answer,"Aren't you pvt.Daved Benton the guy who almost got his head cut off by a banshee?" I answered,"Hey it wasn't my fault, It was coming straight for me!" He laughed so hard he almost forgot there were other marines who needed medical assistance.
He ran to the marines doing the same thing he did to me. I tried figuring out where we were at but my memory was kind of a blure. It seemed that we were in the garage. It was burning from the elavator shaft to the hogs and wheels. Smoke was everywhere, fire and smoke.The garage looked as if it was the battlefield of some fight nobody could've won.
I wondered what happened, but nothing would come to mind, because I could've been unconsious for hours and hours. The medic after helping the others came back to me and explained everything,"I was helping injured marines from previous battles until I saw you get smashed into the air by a brute.I ran to get you, picked you up, and headed down the dark, treacherous halls towards where we're standing right now. The chief, Sarge, and some others left to go find other survivors. Unlucky for us they took the last hogs, and we wont be getting a pelican anytime soon either."
He had pretty much explained everything, not that I'm surprised. I've been left behind on missions before so I'm pretty used to it. After relieving myself I asked for his name. He said,"Oh I'm pvt.Thomas Thrift but you can call me spark."I wondered why and where he got such a ridiculous nickname but I didn't ask him. All of a sudden a big earthquake rumbled and we fell to the hard, solid ground. To my surprise it wasn't an earthquake. Something big was coming for us and I didn't like it. They didn't call me the "Unlucky Soldier" for nothin.
CHAPER-2 "OH BOY"
As the fire raged, the ground shaking noise was coming from above us outside the cold, dark, and rocky cave.
Spark shiffered in fear just like I was doing.
"That's one big thing doing that,ain't it?"Spark said scared.
I gulped,"Yep."
The sound got lighter an lighter until it couldn't be heard no more. There was silence, the only thing you could hear was the fire burning the metal to a crisp. We thought of a plan, and finally Spark blurted out,
"Gather the survivors, we're leaving....for good!" He was serious. We looked around the garage for any marines. Lucky for us one survivor was srgt.Klimt.
He was injured horrificly. Two of his fingers were cut off on one hand and lost one eye. I was surprised how he could take the terrible pain. Blood was dripping from his mouth. He had blood stains all over his suit. We walked towards him and helped him up.
He groaned,"Hand me my assualt rifle."
Well I did as he ordered and handed it to him. He looked around the room seeing injured marines, fire burning, and no hogs.He tried contacting someone but his radio was destroyed. Yelling out the seargent walked across the floor,
"Marines front and center!" Every marine laying on the ground, me, and Spark lined up stiff without a move in front of the ill looking seargent. He pointed to Spark and asked,
"What's our situation?"
Spark answered,"All hogs are destroyed, we have no radios left, and we got seven injured marines, SIR!"
The seargent surprised at the situation pointed towards the tunnal, looked at the ground, and commanded,
"Let's move, we're getting outa here marines."
We were on our way, walking across the bumpy surface of the tunnel. Some of the marines moaned and limped their way down. When we got to an opening in the cave, we saw three dead grunts and four dead jackals.Also, we saw two marines. The Seargent looked at them and asked,
"How beautiful, friends of yours?" One of the marines looked at the Sarge and told him,
" Chief did it sir." The other joined in excited and spoke,
" It was awesome!"The Sarge chuckling a little asked them,
"Which way did he go?"
Both marines answered,"that way" and pointed towards the way out of the dark, creepy, and discomforting cave. Me, Spark, Sarge, and the rest of the soldiers walked outside. The sun bright as it can be was beautiful. The birds chirping, flowers blooming, and hard rocky ground was beautiful. As everyone started to enjoy the great outdoors, the sound, the earthquake like sound came back and this time it was no earthquake. Three covenant dropships hovered over another dropship, but the one they hovered over was destroyed. The sounds of computers could be heard all around the crash site. The wreckage isn't what got their attention though, it was us!
The turrets on the sides started firing at us. Blast after blast, we managed to find cover behind a steep hill to the left of us around some trees. Then when hoped seemed lost and all the firing stopped."BOOM!"
Chapter 3 "IT SUCKS TO BE ME"
The phantoms fired with everything they had. As we were fixing to lose hope, one of the marines that followed us fired a couple of rockets at them. They hit the phantoms leaving only pieces flying from them. They were still active and we had no more missiles to fire. I thought of something quick and jumped up from behind cover leaving me exposed to the phantom's turrets. As it turned to face me I sweated in fear. I didn't want to jump out and almost get myself killed by the enemy. The phantom hesitated and instead of firing it dropped off two brutes and three jackals. They walked up to me and the brutes grabbed my arms and started to pull me towards the hovering ship they so happily came out of. I thought to myself as they pulled me towards my quick death. I was filled with much sorrow but that's not what I was most afraid of. We reached the grav lift and it pulled me and the enemy up into the main hold. The brutes tied me up with some kind of slimy rope and mounted onto the turrets on the sides. As the phantom flew away from my companions, I was suddenly knocked out unconcious. Sarge and Spark didn't know what to say after the phantoms had left. They thought I was going to die by the hands of a brute or get thrown off into a never-ending whole of doom, either way they felt sad for me. Spark finally broke the silence.
Spark,"Sir, what now?" The sargeant looked at him and said,
"We're going after him and those son of a b*****s." Spark and the rest of the soldiers nodded their heads and followed the path that the phantoms flew over.
Meanwhile back at the phantoms...
As I sat uncouncious on the steel, purple floor of the ship, the two brutes started having a conversation. One of them spoke to the other,
"I bet the chieftain is going to splatter him with his mighty hammer of doom" said one brute. The other looked at him and growled in excitement.
"Or maybe eat his flesh.....mmmmm...good." The other brute said. As they growled and punched each other for fun, I started getting scared. What if I did get splattered or eaten?! Oh the humanity! The brutes walked up to my immoble body and one of them teased me as I couldn't hear them. One of them spoke,
"You shall be my dinner when I get permission from the chieftain." The other brute just looked at me and returned to his turret. As I was being tortured by words of brutes, my friends and the Sarge were still walking across the african landscape. They walked on across a steep hill and noticed the ring-like structures of steel and metal. They walked until they saw a destroyed sniping platform for jackals. It was destyoyed, yes, and it had no markings of friendly fire or plasma.
"Chief sir?" Spark asked.
"Yep you dumbnut. Who else would it be?" Sarge replied.
They walked towards the reckage but stopped to find an overturned warthog at their left side. The Sarge walked to it and yelled,
"Come on, help me turn it back upward!" All the marines including Spark walked up to the hog and helped the seargant turn it back over on it's wheels.
"Hows the hydrogen-fuel cell Spark?" Sarge asked him.
Spark and answered,"Working just right sir."
"All right everyone get in the passenger hog. There should be enough seats for all of us." Four of the normal foot soldiers sat in the back while Spark took the side-seat and the Sarge took the driver seat. The Sarge put his feat to the pedal and drove off following the other hog dirt tracks left by the Chief. As the hog ran over a couple of rocks and sustained sharp turns, Spark was starting to get worried about me. He didn't think the covenant would kill me or probablt hurt me in any way possible. Maybe to get information out of me but not kill me. While Spark worried about my safety, the same brutes carried on with their conversation. I couldn't hear anymore of what they were saying because I had fallen asleep two minutes before their talk. One brute laughed and told the other,
"Har..har..har, I bet you can't do that at all." The other brute looked at him seriously and looked like he wanted to make a bet,
" I shall my brother, I shall." The brute walked up to my corpse and planted a piece of paper on my chest. One of the grunt pilots came out to inspect the ship and see if it had any problems. As he walked across the ship he looked at the paper and started laughing. The grunt couldn't stop. The brutes also started laughing at me. I finaly regained conciousnes and looked at the laughing creatures. I wondered and started twitching my left eye. I wondered why they laughed but nothing came to mind. I noticed the piece of paper and looked at it. I was able to read all of it. It read "You suck meatbag and it also said things I don't want to mention" The note had given me goosebumps and left me speechless. The grunt pilot walked back to the cockpit and tried to stop laughing. The brutes calmed themselves down and continued to mount their turrets. I thought to myself and finally came to a conclusion, "Those guys are still stuck in the stone age I bet, even though they have advanced technology" I sighed and went back to sleep. I laid there motionless and shivering from the cold. I started to have a dream...one that I didn't like at all. In the mysterious dream, I was standing in a park watching two kids play around and chase each other. My eyes wouldn't open that well and stayed close to being shut. One of the kids was a boy and the other a girl. The boy chased the girl but fell and started laughing with neverending joy. I recognized the boy's voice. It was my son and daughter in my dream. Ever since I left them with their grandmother to be taken care of while I was gone, I've been having dreams about them in my sleep. My wife had died from giving berth to my son. He was only three years old while my daughter was sixteen before I left for the marine corps. As the dream started to fade a grunt came up from my daughter and shot her in the back with it's plasma pistol. I yelled at the enemy monster but it didn't respond to me. The grunt aimed at the little boy next and fired straight into his head. While I yelled the setting started to change. A brute chieftain came into view and started slinging me against the white and hard walls of the dream. As I was slung, blood started to drip and a couple of my bones were jammed. I couldn't run and there was no help nearby. The chieftain came up to me and grabbed me by the throat, picked me up off my feet, and tightened his hairy hands against my throat. I couldn't breath and the pain was horrifying. Right before my head came off the dream went away and I found myself in what appeared to be a brute occupied outpost. We were still outside and I wasn't laying on hard purple metal any more. What a relief.
I layed inside a UNSC bunker. The covenant must have killed the marines occupying this outpost. I tried to move but I was unsuccesful. I was still tied up with the same slimy rope that the brutes tied me up with. I looked around and saw dead bodies smoldering in the distance. They had been on fire as what it looked like. A warthog layed behind them burning and giving off smoke. The steel plating of the hog had been stripped off and wasn't usable anymore. I looked to my left and saw a red armored grunt guarding the bunker's entrance. It stood there and whistled and made liitle barks and squeals. It kinda got annoying but after a few minutes it didn't bother me anymore. The grunt stood there for a couple of minutes then walked off and diappeared behind the bunker wall. This was my chance to escape and find my out of this crazy predicament. Unlucky for me the brutes had stripped me of my weapons and knife, d**mn. I squirmed and twisted but the rope wouldn't budge. It was too thick to cut through and I couldn't crawl away with it.
Chapter 4-Interogation.....Retrieval.....Losses
I sat on the even colder but felt a liitle warm steel that was used to identify the floor. I sweated a little from a couple of heat waves that struck me and tried wiping it off but not succesful. A brute in red armor entered the bunker and walked up towards me, stood in front of me, and lifted me up to my feet. He snarled and criticized the two brutes that captured me right after they walked in behind him. The chieftain brute looked angry but yet seemed thankful for their capture. He looked down, put his hands on my chin, and lifted my head so that it was looking at him.
"Where is the demon human....where?" he asked me while snarling and growling. I looked at him smiled and said,
"F**k you my good sir....f**k you." The chief furious with my choice of words grabbed my throat and lifted me up off the floor. He clamped my throat tight and brought my face up to his and asked palietly,
"Where.Is.He.Vermin.Where?" I looked at him and said,
"I...don't...know..where he is. I swear." The brute thinking I was useless threw me into the bunker's steel wall and told the brutes to follow the tunnel in the cave. The other two nodded and ran outside to board their choppers. I layed down hurt and with pain. I couldn't move my arms or legs. I decided that since I'll be stuck here for a while, I would go to sleep. The chieftain walked outside and disappeared behind the walls.
Meanwhile in a hog.......
Spark sat in his seat as the hog hurried through grass and the plains. He got quite bored and asked Sarge if he had any funny jokes. The seargent replied,
"I think my house is haunted." Spark asked why and recieved a weird but hilarious answer.
"Because my w.......S**T!!! Duck!" A green plasma blast passed over the Sarge's head and a second striked the hog making it fly and flip frontwards. The hog landed and pieces of it scattered all over the ground. The marines laid behind the flipped vehicle and tried taking cover from the enemy. The same chieftain that held David captured, had fired on the transport with it's fuel rod gun. Two brute choppers came from behind and waited for their leaders orders.
"Hurry get behind the hog and stay there!" the Sarge yeld. One of the fallen marines found his rocket launcher and stood up, fired one, and an explosion was heard followed by chopper pieces shooting into the air. The brute cheiftain aimed his fuel rod and fired on the hog. It hit it and the blast made the vehicle push towards the marines, exploded, and killed about two of the helpless soldiers. The hog landed and was smoldering and still left on fire. Spark glared at the brute seeing it laugh from it's previous attack. It aimed again and fired two more blobs of plasma. The first missed and the other hit the detroyed hog. The marines spotted a bunker and hurried before the brute reload. They entered the building and found David sleeping on the job, tied up. Spark walk towards him, pulled out his knife, and sliced the rope into. David looked up and swore to himself he was looking at a miracle.
Spark helped him up and asked me a question that I would never forget,
"Were you scared?" I looked at him and said no. The Sarge ended our love fest and pointed towards the oncoming brute. A marine pointed his battle rifle ane fired short-control bursts at the beast's head. It didn't work because of it's armor. The stuff was tough and was able to last through the impact of a rocket from a launcher. The marine holding the launcher and the one holding a fragmentation greanade confronted the enemy and gave it all they had. We heard the impact of the rocket and the brute squealed and moaned. The grenade finished him off a few seconds later. Unnoticed a normal blue-armored wearing brute came up from behind and grabbed a marine by the neck, hoisted him up, and clenched his throat tight between his gauntlets. The soldier yelled but didn't prevail. The brute threw him to the ground and stomped on him with ease, killing the poor guy. As we started to fire on it, a rocket hit the creature and flew backwards toward the plains.
The soldier that fired grinned as the three of us and the other last soldier looked at him. We stared with relief that this was over, but there was a feeling I had...I couldn't make it come to my head. The soldiers who died were.....dead and I felt sorry for there life that ended by a barberious brute or jackal. Spark turned to me and asked,
"What now? We have no communications to contact for help." I started to answer but was interrupted by Klimt.
"On the contrary soldier. Lucky for us this is a communications outpost and by the looks of it it's still operational." I headed the seargent's words and thought to myself, "My luck maybe changing. Maybe I would be called "The Lucky Soldier" instead. Spark walked up to a radio and tried contacting support. He got a signal and the pelican pilot answered,
"This is Hailstorm. What's your situation over?" Spark answered,"This is pvt. Thomas P. Thrift requesting evac pilot."
"Alright I'm on my way to pick yall up. Seeya there" the pilot responded. Spark didn't say another word and finally the pelican arrived and everyone hopped in. It lifted up and headed for a location that the pilot wouldn't tell us. I sat in a seat thinking of the dead souls that have died over the years. I thought of my cousin pvt. Wallace A. Jenkins that died on the first halo encounter. I lived through that as a normal greenhorn that got to fight in some battles on the ring. It was a memory best left forgotton but it still haunted me so. The pelican flew and I sat waiting for something I would expect unlucky to me. Spark asked the Sarge to finish his joke. He spoke to Spark and said,
"Because my wife is in it." Spark laughed and the Sarge followed up with a little chuckle and grin.
Chapter 5-"The SS destroy all tanks"
It's been thirty-eight minutes since the pilot had picked us up. We still sat in the back of the pelican waiting for it to land. As we sat the Sarge recieved a message to all remaining seargents. It said that any marines and srgt. Klimt were to be dropped off in the town of Voi to scout out any hostilities in the area and report back to commander Keyes. The Sarge didn't love recon by the look of his face and mummbled "S**t" right under his breath. The pelican reached Voi and dropped us off along with and hog to boot. It was the standered machine gun one. We hopped out and looked around, there was nothing pretty or good to look at. Four normal foot-soldiers and a seargant against what might be a battalion of covenant waiting. I doubt we will live through this while the Master Chief was trying to get here. Spark looked around one more time and saw a big, steel door on the side of a big building. Before I could hop into the hog, the Sarge manned the driver seat, the other marine manned the turret, and Spark manned the passenger seat. Typacal, I got stuck having to open the doors for them.....so much for lucky. We moved towards the door and I pressed a green panel next to it. The door unlatched and slowly opened up. The hog moved up in front of me and stopped because of another door blocking the way.
The hog stood still without moving. I looked for another green button to open the door. The only thing I found were some steps leading up to the platform. I walked up the steps, passed the fragile glass, and walked upon the platform. I stood near a door and looked out. There were about a squad of covenant lurking about down below. I crouched and sneaked across another platform and hurried to a green block flashing. I walked towards it slowly and carefully without making a sound. I leaned to the green block and pressed it. The door under me started to unlatch and it opened slowly just like the other one. The hog moved up and crossed through the door. The grunts got scared and ran for cover, while the jackals raised their shields and fire plasma bolts at the hog. The gunner aimed for the jackals and picked them off one by one. The creatures fell backwards and bullets started to fire again. The grunts screamed and hollored for their lives.
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My name can trick you.
I could be your worst nightmare.....or best friend.
The unlucky soldier is my new FF. chapter 4 is up.