Chief stood in a kneeled pose, having a big explosion behind his back, and if anybody was standing infront of him at the moment, then they would experience the true feeling, that only cool guys don't look at explosions. The large blue aura of the explosion brought a depth and abyss feeling, as it was straight-up plasma, and pretty much brought a heavy burnt smell to the air as the side-effect. Not that it mattered to them, the light-show was magnificent, and had no problem with eating popcorn and having a large pretzel too, but this wasn't Disney World, for they had to move on to the next area, which was another large building on the edge of the sand, but this one was a lot bigger than the last, and looked as if it was more deeper, and they all could feel it. The large door looked them in the eye, and as if it said, "come with me, come inside, and kill as many Covenant bitches as possible, even though you kinda wanna go home, but still..." That was a cold welcoming, but not as freezing as any of the wars they have experienced before. "Sir' are you ready? That door is callin' my name... Not literally, but literally. I can feel the new paint-job of Covenant blood calling for us... Let's go." Insisted Corporal in a very exhausted and weary tone of voice, as Chief still remembered the fallen hero that was long back in their journey, which only happened hours ago. Chief got back up on his hooves, and walked over to Rookie, and gave him a hand off of the gauss cannon. He didn't accept it, and just jumped off in an annoying kind of way, and Chief knew that the war on his mind was getting the best of him. They all galloped over to the waking door of the metal Forerunner cave that they were about to raid, and spill buckets of blood.
As they walked in, they walked into the next door only to hear some snores, but there was an unfamiliar sound coming from the top right corner of the room in their view. Sounded like a light water falling sound, but couldn't get assurance of it, and edged a bit closer to the noise they all heard. Closer and closer they got, the louder it got, and they all edged around the corner, to find a brute hunching in the corner taking... A... A... A Piss?!? The brute felt as if there were somepony behind him, and quickly turned around to see two ODSTs and the Demon staring at him, and he quickly got his... Stuff... Together to shoot them, but they had taken care of that, as they all each silently took him out with a few nicely put punches to his back. His growls were the only thing that escaped, and woke up the sleeping grunts in the room, which was an unexpected turn of events for the troopers, when they wanted it to be a silent demolition, turned to an all guns blazing trip of a mixed explosions and guns. Going from room-to-room, they finally found 343 Guiltyspark, or the Metal-Blue-Ball they liked to call him. They cleaned the balcony looking room of all brutes, jackals, and grunts that were in the wake of it. After all the loud gunfire and explosions, like all the other rooms that they had obliterated leaving guts and blood everywhere. 343 explained a few things about the hologram map of the Ark that they have found, and saw a few things that left him thinking, and Chief wondered, but he sat silently there thinking, and telling him that it was nothing at all.
"Incoming phantom!" Said Corporal, and the Chief understood what that meant, as he hid behind cover knowing that incoming reinforcements of pelicans were incoming to surely take them out. As they arrived, all was heard from the mess was at first a whole phantom full of screams, then some firing missals, and a huge plasma explosion. Incoming Sgt. Johnson was on a turret coming up to pick-up the Chief and his three companions with him, one of them being a flying blue ball. Before picking-up 343, they ran into a large group of sentinels flying through the sky, in numbers of thousands making miniature 2-dimensional portals ripping through space, and teleporting to a specific location of interest for Guiltyspark, as he flew off into the heard with them, and they never saw eyesight of him again.
"Where are they headed?" Said Commander Keys.
Sgt. Johnson took it as something stingey, and headed his turret barrel in the general direction of his temporary foes, before Keys stopped him saying, "Sgt. they don't pose a threat to us, if 343 gladly went with them, this poses an interesting possibility of evidence of why Guiltyspark had such the strange appearance before we were here that the Chief saw."
"Then we best be heading in that direction ma'am." He replied back, and they did so, flying over to the direction all the others were, and they prepared to maybe get a sight of even more hell than expected themselves.