This is my second story, and is about Hell Jumper sparing his own life for the campaign against the Covenant.
Hell Jumper and the Chief are on their campaign against the covenant: Will they ever be able to win?
Short story for most, but I work on it pretty hard. I use periodic chapters, based on whether they fit the circumstances, or I need to put something fresh out there. Also, took a friend of mine a LOT of time to make the track, and he is a starter in his courier, so don't criticize! (those of you who know EDM, it'll sound maybe like fingernails on a chalk-board...)
Made this cover pic from a graphics creator: Maybe I need to learn about photo-shop! (P.S: It's good to be back)
Hell Jumper took a pelican from the Equestrian top secret ONI base, and over the a docking station, to be put on Forward Unto Dawn. Though wanting to resist such a draft that came to him, he was not able to stop it. Once in it, they took a route over to The Ark from the coordinates from Celestia.
"Well, well well... What do we have here? The, 'Mute Covenant Killing Son-of-a-Bitch." Sgt. Johnson was glad to see the new-born-rookie that came over to the Forward Unto Dawn. "It's good havin' ya here Rookie, we couldn't help the Master Chief without you." he said in a grinning face looking over to the hologram map on the table.
Commander Keys came in the room, and all ponies saluted to her in a genuine posture, standing still until the officer saluted them back. "Hello Rookie, my name is Commander Keys." She then snapped out of the welcome, and got to work on the plan. The brown Earth Pony then pointed to a hill over on The Ark. "We have been sent special Top Secret orders from Princess Celestia herself, informing us that this is the turning point of the war, and if we do not succeed with this militia of you men, all pony race will be extinct. All that's in this operation, will stay in the UNSC ONI records, and you can never talk about it unless having permission from Princess Celestia, or ONI. Nopony has known about this for many years now, and this is so secret, we weren't even allowed to fight for the battle of Canterlot, and our fight is only to be used for the Covenant only. We will be landing on this hill over here, then you will come down this desert land and wipe-out all Covenant in sight. The Master Chief will be making his own trail, you follow the lead all the way with him. You get separated, may Celestia help us all." The Officer then pointed over to the edge of the middle, "this is where we will be heading for more information. Now, you kill any Covenant son-of-a-bitch that gets in between you and that control room!"
"Aye, aye ma'am!"
"That's what I want to hear. Now go down to the barracks, and get yourself situated for battle." The troops stood there looking at the map, "I mean now!" They then stopped daydreaming, and headed toward the barracks.to get geared up for battle.
While going down the stairs and hallways, the Corporal said, "ay Rookie, what are your thoughts on this fight?" Annoyed from not getting an answer, he exclaimed, "why won't you tell me, I guess you really are mute, huh?"
"If I hear another damn word insulting, I will rip that tongue of yours out of your mouth so you can't say your damn Ls anymore boy. He's a better soldier than you, always the silent types that make it out alive corporal." A resounding stop of conversation stopped after Sgt. Johnson's statement, and more of giggles of laughter for the embarrassed Corporal that just got a telling by the Spartan One.
When the ODSTs and Marine entered the bunker, they got suited up in classical camouflage ODST BDUs and the standard ODST helmet and light armor plating. "Rookie, I heard you were a good shot with the sniper, but you'll also have to use some CQB around here. I'd recommend the SMG to get that feeling when you know you just fed the enemy a belly full of lead." Hell Jumper agreed with the Sgt. and picked up the standard issue sub-machine-gun.
"Alright boys. We will take those split-chin squid-head sons-of-a-bitches, and shove there jaws up their ass like this is a game of drop the soap! We will make them regret the fact that us ODSTs came feet first into hell, and they will surrender their souls if we tell them to!!! AM I RIGHT MARINES?!?"
"SIR' YES SIR'!"
"Alright, into the pelican soldiers!" After Sgt. Johnson gave a ass-kicking motivational speech, they rushed into the pelican with the 7 1/2' Spartan, with Sgt. Johnson hopping into the pelican cockpit. "Alright Marines, this is gonna be one bumpy ride."
The pelican was dropped out of the floor of the Forward Unto Dawn, and went free-fall for a little bit, then launched their engines to be able to pick-up the speed of the pelican to fly down to The Ark.
Flying past the Covenant battling in The Battle of Instillation 00, while some getting blown-up in the process. Flying past some enemy Covenant battleships, they encountered some sentinels helping the UNSC, and the rebellion of Elites, they heard lots of explosions while in the exosphere, then hit the thermos-sphere, with their pelican balling up in flame, then quickly ended.
"Alright Marines, we're about to land, so brace your self to jump our when we get to our destination." All the ponies in the pelican got jolted up-right when they hit the coordinates of height, then flew over to the sand plateau.
"Double time, down to the rocks, we're gonna take out those brutes silently with that sniper Rookie." Rookie followed orders from Sgt. Johnson, and headed to the sandstone rock, aimed in, and shot the first brute in the head, Master Chief following after him, taking him out. "Over there corporal. Down the ramp, and into the jackal sniper tower."
"Yes sir'." The corporal then slid the button to his visor, and headed into the jackal sniper layout, killing some grunts that were interfering, one of them was a suicide that quickly got taken our by Chief.
"Nice one Chief," said Private Stanly. Chief then slightly nodded, while in scope on the ground, hoof holding on the barrel of the gun.
The three ODSTs, and the two Spartans then headed down the the miniscule valley, and headed down the small ledge into the next valley. "Johnson, where should I attack?"
"You'll have to wait for this one again private, I think the Rookie has the brutes. Chief, I want you on those hunters. Corporal, take our those grunts. You all got it?"
Chief and Rookie nodded, the rest replied with an, "Oohrah!" Down the area they went, and the Private helped the Corporal with the grunts, eager to get in the battle with him.
"Ugh!" Grunted Hell Jumper.
"Private Stanly, we need your help ASAP medic!" Said Johnson.
"Yes sir', who got hit?"
"Who else than the sniper grunting beside me?" Said the Sgt. in a sarcastic voice.
After Chief then took down some Brutes, he saved the last one to snap it's neck. He saw some new insurgents on his visor radar, but this time it was a lot bigger than he expected. No, it wasn't any enemies, but in-fact some brute choppers and prowlers.
Chief headed his hoof in the direction of the cave that led to the enemies to the group, but the Private was still working on the wounds of the Recruit, so that was a big let-up. He then went by himself, jacked some choppers and prowlers, splattered the brutes that were in them, and killed the rest of the stragglers of suicide grunts. When the private got done with the Rookie, they started trotting over to the cave entry, just to find a bunch of dead grunts, jackals, and brutes, then looked up, and found the instrument of mass destruction. They trotted even farther over to the exit, and found a prowler with the chief in it, and two other choppers.
"Rookie and Corporal Jackson, in the choppers. Smith, you're with me. Move out! Double time!" Said Johnson.
"I guess I get the side?" Said Smith.
"Marine, do you want to get in the two sticks and the rock conversation right now?"
"No sir'."
"That's what I thought."
"Sir', I found a rocket launcher over next to Delta 427's crash-sight. This would be a delicate source of mass destruction. Your call sir'." Said Smith.
"Marine, I just told you about the sticks and stones conversation. Pick-up the damn thing Private!"
"Yes sir'."
The Private got in the in the right of the prowler, and continued on with their mission. Driving off the cliff, and lading on a land ramp, they dropped down into hell... This time vehicle wise. There were 3 choppers and 3 prowlers heading for them, and the first two were taken out by Rookie and Corporal, while there was the other two prowler taken out by the Private, there was the last chopper and prowler. The first rush attack to blow up the prowler missed, so the other allied chopper took him out. Since the Rookie missed the first try, and the Corporal got him, he headed over the the last chopper, but was too late to see where the chopper was headed. The Private was freaking out, and loading his rocket, and the Sgt. decided to jump out of it so he could highjack the chopper. but they were all too late. the chopper rammed right into the prowler where the Private was at, instantly killing him, but Chief survived since it hit the front part of the vehicle. Chief jumped out in time to avenge his fallen friend, and highjack the brute, therefor ramming him back, splattering his guts and bones all over the floor, to the point of beyond recognition that he was a brute.
After all the adrenaline on the soldiers ran off, they walked over to the pile of rubble laying on the floor. A good soldier that was only 26 laid dead on the floor. all bones broken, but his helmet was still intact, and the flag of the ODST still in his chest pocket, but very bloody. The soldiers took his helmet and flag, for honor of what he died for, and cried in the process. They lost one of their considered kin, for all ODSTs were very close, like brothers, and they even called themselves brothers. But they couldn't stop now. There was no stopping at all, or no going back. they had to move on, and push the Covenant back.
"Don't hang on to it too much men. I am close to all Marines, but not as close. We have to move on though." Said Johnson, and the ODSTs agreed with this too, and that's what they were thinking. They still didn't loose each other, and even if they did, they died a band of brothers.
"Aye, aye sir'." Said Corporal.
Chief looked over to see there was some movement over the land platform in between the ally of rocks on the left, and what seemed like another jackal sniper tower. This time with grunts on the turrets. He pointed out the directions, and they all walked on foot except for the two ODSTs in the choppers.
They galloped and drove to the current location, figuring out that it was jackals, brutes, and grunts this time. One being a brute chieftain, growling in anger, and howling it's battle cry. This one had a fuel-rod cannon and two grunts that were in ghosts. Great timing for Sgt. Johnson and the Chief. Making their way of getting a vehicle easy, and the choppers took out the hostiles real nice and smooth. A few broken brute bones, equals a nice good feeling of vengeance for their fallen hero. Once Chief took out one ghost, Rookie took a quick stop to snipe out the other grunt out of it's making quick-and-easy for Johnson, and then went up the grav-lift to take out the grunts on the turrets, with a few punches, and a few bursts of SMG rounds.
Johnson ran over the brute chieftain, while Master Chief took out the jackles as two birds with one stone, splattering them both. They drove over to the other enemy area, this time it was a lot bigger, and a lot more insurgents. thought the sentinels helped out with this one, taking out the brutes and a few shade turrets, before being beaten away from the ally choppers, like a ball at the tip of the bat. There was a new chieftain, this one with a gravity-hammer, and looked not happy at his fallen friends, drawing into a rage, charging at the Chief jumping and about to slam his gravity-hammer on the Chief, put then resoundingly stopped by Corporal's chopper, slamming right into the side of his body, taking down his shields, while the chief hopped out of the ghost, and socked him straight in the head, blood splattering everywhere, and dislocating his jaw. instantly killing him, due to severe brain damage.
"Chief, down over to this valley, I've got a surprise for you, but you have to claim it first," said Commander Keys on the intercom.
"Right on it ma'am," replied back Chief.
They went down the the given area, but only to be stopped by some even more brute choppers.
"Sir', I know that they are trying to protect this place, but god there are so many choppers!" Said Corporal.
"You're gonna have to deal with it Jackson," Replied Johnson.
When the Brutes were taken out once more, what did they find? Hoards and hoards of enemies, with phantoms flying down, resupplying them.
"This isn't the place, right?"
"Sure is Corporal..."
"That's a lot of Covies. "
"Tank Beats Ghost... Tank Beats Hunter!!! Tank Beats EVERYTHING!"
After chief and the group destroyed the Covenant Platoon, they sat right at the edge of the cliff. Looking down at the beautiful sight of The Ark. One very calm beautiful sight... That was then quickly picked up the peace with a wind, but this one kept getting stronger and stronger. It now wasn't peaceful anymore, more of hanging on the edge of any rock you could find for your dear life. Looking up, Chief found the Forward Unto Dawn landing down in the small flat area that they were in.
"Sorry for the late heads-up, but you may want to hold on men." Said Keys.
The Forward Unto Dawn then touched down with some real nice reinforcements, including two tanks, a gauss-hog, and some new ODST and Marine reinforcements.
"Welcome to the fight men, we really appreciate the kindness... Now done with the thank-you-letter, let's go kill some Covey bastards!" Said Johnson.
"Ooh-rah!"
"Rookie, gauss-hog. Chief, and Corporal tanks. You two, what's your names?"
"Sgt. Harold and Pvt. Harold, sir'!" Replied the Marines to Johnson.
"Alright, in the tanks."
"Aye, aye sir'."
The troops then carried on to the mission that they were set on to, and went ahead to find a very unknown enemy that they have never ever seen before... The Covenant...
A ghost quickly approached the three tanks that were on the mission to the control room, and soon came to rue that he went there, quickly getting blown up by the scorpions that the chief and Marines controlled, one of them saying, "tank beats ghost..."
A pack of two hunters were in a nearby cave exit where they would ambush the soldiers and kill them after getting their reinforcements, not knowing that they got 66 tons of straight up steel. Worm guts splattered everywhere from the explosion of the H-E rounds that the scorpion used... "Tank beats hunter!"
A phantom flew down from the sky, and the Marine controlled scorpions shot the two engines of the phantom, making it incinerate almost immediately. "Tank beats everything! Oh man, I could do this all day!"
After blowing some more brutes, grunts, and jackals, what used to be a scout location, is now a deadly war-worn graveyard. driving down to the near by forerunner platform sitting next to a large building, the tanks waited to be picked up after the short-lived steel action. trotting into the building where there was a group of tanks waiting on one side of a platform near the bottomless pit inside, the chief pressed a hologram button, activating a hardlight bridge for the warthogs and scorpions to cross on. Trotting over to the door where they would exit, they went through a large opening, and jaws dropped in the process.
A scarab crawled over the exit in a dreadful crablike way, taking each muscle of the wormlike creature to move the claws of the scarab.
"Sir', do I have permission to piss my pants?" said one Marine.
"Keep your mouth shut, 'cause we have to help him take it down." Replied Corporal.
"Fuck..."
"Fuck is right."
Take Down That Scarab... Oh, and Thanks for All the Other Ones Too...
"Chief, do you really need help on this one? I think you and your big muscles and bad assery can handle this one," said Corporal, almost to the point of pissing himself at the jaw-dropping gargantuan scarab infront of his eyes.
Chief just nodded, then pointed over to the gauss, then pointed his hoof over to Rookie, and he knew just what to do. Chief quickly turned his head toward the Corporal, and said, "We would need you to shoot the gauss cannon at the feet of the scarab, once it hits ground level, I'll jump on, and then follow over to the heart of the scarab. You know what happens next."
"Big flash of light, and a pile of scraps sir'."
He just nodded, and then hopped into the side, and then the Corporal hopped on the back.
They were prepared, and since they let those tanks through, they had an advantage towards the other enemies, and even to the breaking of the scarab's legs. Driving quickly towards the scarab full speed, Corporal shot the legs of the crawling monster, and it fought back.
"Sir' this is Sargent Banks, tank number three, the big bastard is pointing towards me, WHAT THE HELL DO I DO?!?" All men on the other tanks looked at what used to be there unit friend, now was gone into oblivion.
"Holy shit! They killed Banks! That little bastard!" Said one nearby unit Marine.
ODSTs didn't have a reputation for being late, but these guys didn't act fast in time to save the Sargent. Infact right after the human firework, the scarab got downed on it's knees, and Chief gladly hopped off the 'hog into the bay, killing a few grunts and brutes while he was in there. Trotting up the walkway inside of the belly, he came across a chieftain with a fuel-rod cannon, and was shot by the Chief, and feared for his life, but on the outside, he was still a battle hardened brute, ready to smash the Demon's guts everywhere, but then was greatly thankful for the invincibility handheld ability given to him by Covenant barracks. The turn of events was overwhelming, as the scarab rose again to it's usual height, and powered up it's gun at the tanks trying to get a good aim on the heart, but then rued that the scarab had turned around to attack back. While the tank drivers were wetting their pants, so was the Chief as the brute walked over to him and grabbed his neck after knocking him down, and clutched tightly to the point where he could not breath, and said in a growling voice, "so I'm the one who will kill the Demon for the Great Journey, and what a delight it is. Your soul will be in fear of me after I obliterate and crush you tiny little sk..." In mid-sentence, he was sent across the floor of the top of the scarab, and therefor off the edge into the tan sand. Chief was let another chance, as the Corporal on the gauss cannon gave him a salute, and Chief saluted him back. He picked up his gun, and popped some grunts' heads on the turrets while some stupid brutes charged at him, while he turned around and bucked them right in the head, spewing blood around. He trotted over to the back to find some two more brutes hanging there, and they quickly detected him, and sent straight towards him in full rage for killing their master chieftain. Chief so happily shoved a spike grenade in ones throats, and spikes were sent everywhere from his esophagus and hit the other brute de-sheilding him in the process, while Master Chief popped him in the face with his hoof. Trotting over to the heart of the scarab, the final part which was the easiest. He broke the shields, then broke the power supply battery, therefor breaking the scarab to blow-up into pieces. After doing so, he hopped off the scarab full force to get away from the awaiting explosion.
"BOOM! There goes that little piece of shit! HAHAHAHA!"
Get Down and Dirty... Watch Out for the Pissing Brute too...
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.
Two allied phantoms and five pelicans were on their way to the devoted mission that the Chief, the Arbiter, and the two left ODSTs were on their way to. They knew that this dangerous mission would have lots of twists and turns that they could not explain, and that would be hard to accomplish. All soldiers were born for this in the marines training, and even for the Covenant's brutish tactics that were formed from the take-over of the brutes, even the Arbiter was trained himself for this kind of moment before the take-over even happened. After the slaughter of the Elite species, they didn't have very many of them left. Though, they would get their revenge for the lies and deceit against them, especially the "Great-Journey." As the delta shaped form of phantoms and pelicans were headed toward the battlefield, they spotted some anti-air vehicles, which indeed wasn't a very good sight what-so-ever. Johnson's three pelicans and the Ship Master's two phantoms parted away from the group to the high metal Forerunner towers that housed the necessary elements to get passed to the Prophet of Truth. On the other hand with Arbiter and Chief, so similar to eachother in pony like ways. Like the Grim Reaper knew their thoughts of the anti-air wraith, one pelican was shot down, falling straight into the direction of the Chief and Arbiter's, so they braced themselves for dear life, luckily only losing one of their cartel, which was sadly a warthog they could have used. Landing over at the drop zone, the whole team jumped off of the last standing pelican, and ran over to the destination of where they needed to be... Kill that anti-air vehicle. Though this wasn't a silent operation, due to the fact that the Chief had a spartan laser with him, in the fight. Not taking any time, he took out the two shade turrets that were opposing them as ground force. Arbiter taking his Elite carbine and energy sword, he popped the heads of a few grunts, ending in a beautiful display of green gasses, and a gas-tank shooting from their backs. Taking his energy sword, he sliced through the leader of the recon squadron, ending in a purple and bloody assault. The two ODSTs crawled their way over to the anti air gun in the most silent way possible though, as a way that they were born to be, making their way over a small cliff looking area, with a bit of grunts on the top of it. From their loud screams of fright and terror running their mouths like a bunch of frightened pigs at the slaughter house getting their friends' heads chopped off, put this is a bit different, having their necks stabbed by knives, or sniped by a Battle Rifle, and they were grunts. The squeaky screams of the grunts, sounding much like the ones of nightmare night from the children, were just lost in the immense gunfire forged from the Chief and Arbiter slicing and carving their way to the anti-air gun, only leaving death behind in their killing frenzy.
The ODSTs found their worst nightmare, and for which a nightmare for any ODST, other than being dropped in battle mid-way through a slip-space rupture occurring from a giant Covenant Carrier ship, which Rookie can still remember from his very fist drop. Though this one was different, a very smaller, but "brutish" enemy, and was called for it's actions indefinitely, and was called a little something of a Brute Chieftain that they had to fight by themselves. This could only be done by the strongest of ODSTs, but that was something they didn't have at the moment, as they lost one of their brother forged from war, which was quite the strong one. Not only in a physical way, but in a mental and verbal way too, making him one of the most devoted soldiers they have met, much like the Rookie. Though, they had to do this alone, nopony to help them. Though payback is a bitch indeed, but this kind is a good kind of payback, of which the Chief owed the Corporal and Recruit. As he charged head first into the ferocious beast, and nearly broke every bone in his torso sector of body, pretty much breaking his ribs and collarbone, while one rib jabbed into the brute's heart, instantly killing him through internal blood damage. Rookie and "Mr. Biggy," they called the Corporal from his bossy attitude, looked at him in a jaw-dropping way, and just sat there wondering how he got rid of such a feat. Chief just gave them a nod, and moved on to the next stage, with Arbiter trailing behind him. The ODSTs just shaked their impression off, and looked away from the brute, and helped out the chief with his job, so they could move on to the next area. Though, again Chief had that covered too, just hopping on the back, and smashing the generator to bits with his fist, and blowing up the whole thing, ending up to look similar to the 4th of July, with a large explosion lightly blinding the group. Alright, now that they had that covered, then they had to do the next part: Getting into the tower ahead of them.
Having one of the pelicans that stayed back, they had it come down to give reinforcements to the team, giving them a warthog and a mongoose, also coming in with a Marine too. Chief and Hell Jumper hopped into the warthog, Chief getting turret, and the Marine having shotgun, leaving Jumper to drive. Setting his hooves on the steering wheel, and the other two on the brake and gas, Rookie was ready to go bumper first into hell. Corporal had the Arbiter get on the back of his mongoose, and Biggy got to drive. This time he had his two hooves on rests, and the others on handle bars which braked and drove, much like a motorcycle or ATV. They were ready to get to the problem of all madness, and find a solution, but this called for it Master Chief style, as a recon of ghosts headed after them, he ordered Rookie to drive into the main solution, which would be running over the shade turret, crushing it, and destroying it. Arbiter on the other hand, jumped off of the mongoose, and hopped onto the nearby ghost that whizzed right past them. Then after hijacking it, he popped some grunts in the head with his carbine, and found the next ghost flying toward him, and Corporal was willing to sacrifice his life to get there in time to destroy Arbiter's doom. Jumping right in front of the ghost, he threw a spike grenade that he picked off of the brute chieftain, and hurdled it towards his victim, while it had to kill him, he still was able to save the mission at hand by saving the Arbiter. With success, he was able to stick it right onto the pending target, and as the ghost blew-up in front of him, a piece of shrapnel hit him right in the visor, reaching to his brain giving him plasma damage, therefor killing him instantly. His plan worked out, saving Arbiter, and continuing the mission, but this was no push-over for a fellow friend of his, and like smith, he was too a brother to Rookie. Kneeling down by his side, he softly whispered to his fallen comrade, "why did I have to lose my family, then war-kin? Why did this have to happen to me? Did Celestia put this apponn me as a curse?" Pausing in between phrases sniffing hardly to his grief, "why did I even have to be drafted in the first place? Why me?" Chief slowly pulled him away, as Rookie gave him the flag to stuff into his slightly open chest-plate. He nodded, and slipped it right in, for Rookie already had two in his. They would do a propper funeral for the fallen kin in front of him, only using the flag, of which he didn't even know if he could make it back for the trip to see his once home, that is now a pile of ash.
He got onto the mongoose, and signaled Arbiter to get into the warthog to drive. Today was already a rough day, and which they should prepare to get started to see some real hell after this.
The group of the soldiers came to a halt at the top of the slope, and saw two scout ghosts at the top of the hill, and didn't want to take the risk of taking the life of another ODST, for they have lost too many by now. Hell took out his sniper, and shot two of the ghosts that blocked their path of getting to the next tower. After doing so, it didn't cause a ruckus as they posed it to be. getting to the top of the area, they had a good view over the valley in front of them, where they had the advantage of being on another small sloped cliff, extending from the downhill gorge. Seeing that there were about two choppers, a shade turret, and a wraith, this was indeed the death trap they had been waiting for. This was the perfect job for a sniper and warthog too. Chief and Arbiter took their way down the cliff into the battle, and managed to pop off the hatch of the wraith for Rookie to snipe, therefor being successful, he got a headshot, calling for an instant kill, while arbiter set hoof out of the vehicle, and onto a nearby chopper to hijack.
Over where Rookie and the Marine were at, they managed to snipe the three grunts waiting in line incase the one in the shade turret was killed, then went to pick off the straggler, when Arbiter rushed over it, smashing it to pieces. Then they found another chopper pursuing him, and They managed to snipe him out too with a couple of shots, and to say it was quite difficult for them to handle. but it was infact done. driving over to the inside of the tower, they found a little convoy waiting for them there, and ready to attack with surprise, as they have kept quiet this whole time. Wasting no time at all, the two vehicles rammed into them, killing the lot, but a few remaining enemies were only grunts. A few suicidal, and a few just running for their dear lives. shooting a few three round burst shots into the rest's heads, Chief was glad it was over with, but the ones that blew up with the plasma grenades in their hands, were soon to be heard by the upcoming two brutes in the next room, but the four of them found a little something hidden in a dark area. It was three cloaking devices, and an invincibility handheld armor abilities that were found there.
Chief and all the other walked in, and they found themselves to be surrounded, so they activated what was given to them. Chief sneaked behind one hunter, while Hell Jumper sneaked behind the other. All hell broke loose after Master Chief killed the one on his side in the second room, and that startled the other one, leaving him to smash who-ever was behind him. Hell Jumper was just about to hit as he saw a large blue shield get dangerously close to him, then all went black.
His mind floated into a large space, with nebulae, moons, gas giants, and other nightly things, and he found no galaxies or suns... Then another something came in like a dark blue aura, as if it were a black hole, but then a familiar sight came in.
"Luna?" Said the ODST.
"If you are thinking of why you are here, than you may have guessed right. You are now in linear heaven, a place for those who have chosen to be a work for the night, in my deed. You have been very courageous, and have protected what us ponies have had for a long time. You may rest young one, and may the night be your hoofsteps." Said Princess Luna, while slowly trotting away, with a smile.
Hell Jumper felt this peace he has never felt before, and had wanted things to go this way for a long time, and his blessings to Luna have come true. He then came to the light side of the moon, where all the souls of the good night stand-by.
With Chief's ODSTs gone, it's going to be hard making a comeback, from what's happened. Nobody expected it to be this way, but they had to finish the fight, and they were going to do it.
Seeing that the shields went down, Arbiter growled ferociously and victoriously, from the feat that they have overcome, "We need to get to the Prophet of Truth, and slay him like you did with Regret!" Chief nodded, but saw something shimmer in the distance of the well light room, much similar to a hall. From all of his training of knowing active-camo, he knew that there were brutes trailing behind them, but him and the Arbiter both knew that they had to get out of there. Arbiter wasn't paying attention to the shimmering of foot-steps, but he was more eye-balling what Chief wasn't.
A large half-planet, known as High Charity appeared right before them, and a smaller meteor hit the ship that was approaching Truth, splintering into more and more, as debris of what was the original hit the glass, and crushed the brutes that were hiding from their arch nemesis. Something came out of the rocks, and was a much more infectious and dangerous enemy. Flood screamed in their scratchy throats, and targeted their tangos'.
Rushing over towards the enemy, the two had a clash, of gun against gun, and sword against sword. Galloping over towards the holographic table, they pushed the activate button to bring them down a level, flood jumped down to meet them there, and they has their eyes' on the sky and the ground, killing as much targets as they could, before there was none left. They had quite a welcome party coming towards them when they reach the ground, for there was flood occupying all of the area around them.
Coming down to the ground level, where the rest of their companions were, they headed over to the gauss hog, and the scorpion, ready to kick some Covenant flank.
Hopping in the tank, Chief signaled Arbiter to drive the jeep with the rest of the comrades, he signaled back with a salute of his hoof, and then the marines got in the warthog, and accompanied the tank, by sitting on the wheel covers. Rocket launchers loaded, gauss fueled up, all tanks filled with gas, and batteries up and running, the warthog took head, and shot the jackal sniper tower a few times, making explode and blow them to smithereens. Tank took a long shot toward the group of brutes, making them also a pile of charred debris. The warthog spotted a wraith up ahead, so they did what they did best, and the Marine in the passenger sniped the grunt that was occupying the turret, leaving the rest for the scorpion to catch up, and have fun with the explosions, so the warthog backed up, not looking for a fight with the large hulking wraith.
Tank quickly pulled around the corner of the glacier, and popped the wraith once, dodging the enemy's shots, and loading with the superior auto-load cannon. Getting ready for another shot, Chief aimed right for the hatch, letting the Marine aim for it, and hopefully getting a lucky shot with the rocket.
The gauss hog drove around the tank by drifting, and the turret-man shot the brute inside of the wraith, therefor killing him instantly with the heavy hit. The Marine on the tank saw a ghost fast approaching, so he instead aimed for that, and blew the grunt up, making him fly approximately 50 feet in the air, from his oxide tank exploding. Marine next to him gave him a hoof bump, while saying, "awwwwww yeah!"
The crew drove down the glacier formed cliff, then spotted two more ghosts, instantly taking them out with the superior tank and warthog. Getting close to the current objective, they saw the next: The last tower, where the crazed Prophet was, where he was practicing his religion of lies.
Chief, as the quiet stallion he was, did the most repetitive thing in his life; signaled Arbiter, to stay in the tank. Arbiter didn't know what he was up to, but he knew that he had his reasons. Arbiter agreed, and stayed in the tank. Chief knew that they wouldn't just leave the Prophet's building so unprotected. As he traveled closer to the building, him and his pilot companion heard a large thump sound behind them. Turning around, the two saw what he knew was coming. Two extremely hulking scarabs turned their anti-air guns towards the two hornets, opening fire at them as they pleased. Aggressively dodging the bullets, they tried to figure out a plan in their heads to defeat the massive obstacle
Arbiter saw what was going on with the scarabs so he aimed for the weak spot for the guard of the heart, making it explode, and leaving Chief to figure out what to do next.
Chief flew over to the scarab, flying down to it's knees, and shooting them to disable it, to get a clear shot with his missiles into the heart. The scarab then bent down, losing power to the legs, and stopped to regain strength and power: Chief on the other hand, was about to stop all power. he shot the shield on the heart, then firing his missiles into the soft tissue, making the scarab lose all it's power, and the reaction made it explode.
"Hornet down, hornet down! Repeat, I have been hit, and quickly descending!" Screaming and yelling, the hornet pilot was hit by plasma damage, and was unable to control his flying vehicle.
Hearing this, UNSC took this as a warm welcoming space command. Commander Keys ordered the pilots of Forward Unto Dawn to fly overhead the war-zone, and drop ODSTs on the current location of the scarab, so that they can take it out from the inside.
"We're supposed to land on a scarab?!"
"Why not? They kinda need our help against the flood and Covies inside the tower too, right?" The Captain of the Crescent Moon Squadron knew this was a good and tactical idea, it's just that it was a little too risky.
Private Scolly (AKA Shivers), was in with the Captain, it's just he was just as scared as he was, but he kept that to himself. "Alright sir', I believe in you: You've pulled us through more than one crazy firefight."
"How could you doubt me?"
"That's the point I'm giving sir'!"
Ordering Whisky, Shivers, Olive, and Muscles to get in their pods, Captain Maverick (AKA Brains) got in one too.
Chief was in dire situation. Arbiter had a tank jam, because the shaft got frozen, so the brass wouldn't pop out the back. Looking at the Forward Unto Dawn, he saw five little black dots, and from his experience, he knew that those were drop pods: They were going to save the day completely and utterly. Without even having to think about it, Chief headed over to the arbiter, to get him and a Marine on the hornet. They were going to down the scarab to make it easier to land on, and hopefully it would work just in time.
"So what's the plan, are we going to attack the bottom, the left, or the right first?"
Brains was always uptight with his men paying attention to detail, just like they told him as a Marine, "did you even listen to the tactics meeting that we held in the holographic room?"
"Sorry sir', it was too much like D'n'D, and I don't really care for the orders that we plan ahead: Always in the moment."
"That's why we call you Whisky, 'cause you're tactically drunk: Always in the moment."
"And that's why we call you the Brains!"
"Shut up Whisky."
"Yes sir'."
Almost at ground, the five ODSTs got prepared for impact, for they were about to hit a one peg table with a hammer.
Chief saw the flames emitting from the Drop pods, as they passed the thermosphere long ago. Narrowing down their position with the small jets to get head on targeting, they got spot on with the scarab, so they unleashed their metal parachutes, before they were torn off from heavy air-blow, as expected, and hit the scarab head on, all five Drop pods making a distinctive 'u' shape.
Popping the hatches, Muscles hit a grunt on a turret with his door. Olive, Whisky, Brains, and Shivers followed after, grabbing their preferred weapons of skill. Olive felt as flame inside of her gut, and the feeling to kill as many enemies as possible, saying, "alright boys, lets kick some Covie ass!"
Whisky and Shivers double teamed the large brute, while Olive and Maverick did the same. "Hey Scolly, would you go and find me a Covie plasma pistol, for your Captain?"
"Uh-uh, yes sir'."
Returning the requested item, from a dead grunt body, Maverick overcharged the protective shields over the soft muscle heart that made up the core of the scarab. "Yeah, you really are the brains..."
"Whisky, what the hell did I tell you about shutting your Celestia damned mouth?"
"..."
"Exactly."
Meanwhile, Muscles and Olive were teaming up in the Scarab bay, taking down the brute chieftain, after massacring the rest of the wild and ruthless creatures. Swinging his Gravity hammer, Olive rolled and dodged the shot, getting out of the way for Corporal Jubilee to fire his Rockets at the massive chieftain, blowing him back against the blue panel, which broke and electrocuted his shields, then to death. They felt a shaking, like of an Equestriaquake, then jumping out the opening of the bay.
"Why won't this damn thing wor-... Guys, you may want to bail!" Captain and the rest of the men jumped off of the scarab, rolling in the snow to soften their fall. They galloped across the field, hearing an ear-shattering explosion behind them. They resorted their strength for the final fight, and just quickly trotted instead. Catching up to Chief and the others, the five ODSTs were pretty tired already, and driven of fatigue.
"Good fight out there, it's better to be on your side," said Chief.
"Mmmmmmm hmmmmm hmm hmmmmmmmm-. Oh, you're ready for the preperation?" Flying over to the group, 343 traveled over the hardlight bridge that extended over to the doors, then turned around, and wasn't seen at the moment. Trotting over to the doors Chief slowed down, and became a little paranoid for a bit before they reached the doors to the elevator.
"Chief, you all right?" Olive seemed a bit concerned, just as the rest of the group, except the Arbiter. He just nodded back in response.
Reaching the elevator, Master Chief got a call from Keys, "Chief, how close are you?"
Looking at the captured Sgt. Johnson, through the hardlight projection TV, he replied, "not close enough."
Struggling like a worm in the paws of a mole, or more of a little street urchin thief fighting against the loaf of bread he stole from the baker, this Marine had lost all of his strength and ability against his foe that he loathed the most of. Getting so close to the assassination of his victim, he was stopped by an ambush, killing his men, and taking him captive in the tallest tower on that ring. Though, this is not a fairy tale tower, where the princess is stuck at the tippy-top; this was indeed a weapon of mass destruction, that kills all sentient life in the galaxy, most known as the Milky-Way. From this tower, they would activate all other seven rings, to bring 'holiness' to this universe, but it only would bring destruction of them and their enemy. This specific Marine would be written down in history as the manipulative tool used to accomplish this deed; though fortune brings to him deceit and death.
A feint hearing was in the distance as Sgt. Johnson fought for the freedom from the bond of the horrible beast, only to be beat down and discriminated as a pony, but hailed as a Reclaimer. This hearing then became like a white noise not to be ignored and an irritation to the ears. A shatter was heard throughout the gargantuan room loud enough for the deaf to not listen to, as a colossal aero-plane came crashing through the platform, scraping and screeching across the floor. Through smoke and flame came out prestigious pony, with a shotgun in one magical aura, and pistol in the other; trotting over to the destination she was heading the Sergeant limped over to her side, as the seeker followed, and the prophet was drawn to her like that of a moth to a flame. Holding a spiker in his three fingered hand.
Johnson ushered to Keys in a raspy voice, "what are you doing here?!"
She responded in a calm voice, "saving you."
Johnson seeing this, Miranda saw that he was in desperate condition and there was no way that she was getting out. She pointed her guns at the prophet and Marine, the Sergeant responding, "do it!!! Do it now!" Not knowing her decision in time, she played a little game of 'think fast,' though this didn't result in the dropping of the ball, but of losing her life, as she fell to the floor with orange glowing spikes in her ribs, therefor Johnson shouting, "NO!" The brutes and Prophet then resumed to their cruel practice immediately. Forcing Johnson to the hard-light altar, Refusing, he bucked the brute in his jaw, like a punching bag, just returned to his immediate position, casting a fist fist at Avery, showing he had intention to crush his brains.
The Prophet seeing this, he calls to the brute, "do not kill him, for we will not get another chance to begin the Great Journey like this one." The mammoth of the thing reluctantly shoves the pony to the altar. As Johnson rests on it, Truth positions his hoof onto the target, as the seven rings light up one by one.
Coming up the elevator, both war machines move to their position, only to be ambushed by strange creatures, saying in a monotone voice, "We are not here to challenge you, but to help you."
They then unwillingly sheath their weapons, as they join the 30 minute alliance.
