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[Story] Spartan 104: The Black Abyss

It starts up after the first few parts, so don't let this one get you down. If you see any errors tell me. Il fix them as soon as i can. Spartan 104 sat at a table in the dining hall. He stood out among the crowd. Mostly because he was two meters tall. He pulled a combat knife out of his belt, and sliced his apple like lightning. The marines sitting with him stared at the perfectly cut fruit. One of the soldiers looked up at 104 and asked, " Uh...can you cut mine too sir.?" The Spartan looked down at the tiny ant, took his apple, and before the marine knew it he had even slices placed on his tray. 104 wasn't one for socializing. After all, he was a Spartan. He heard shouting behind him. He turned around to see two marines. It was obvious they were about to start throwing punches. The smaller marine, who seemed to be at a disadvantage to to the fact that his combatant was six feet tall, struck first. The punch landed on the large man's face. Blood from his nose flew into the air. They began pummeling each other. Right as the larger marine threw his prey on to the table, both of them felt themselves lifted into the air by the back of their fatigues. They tried to run at each other while hoisted up in the air. They continued throwing punches that fell short. They were nowhere near in range. Spartan 104 looked at the two marines he held up off the ground. They looked ridiculous. He almost laughed. He had cracked a smile, but it quickly disappeared. The whole dining hall was silent, watching the event in horror. The Spartan was huge. The soldier even made ODSTs nervous. Watching the Titan hold two men in the air was scaring the hell out of the crowd. It was natural to be afraid of something that could pop you like a water balloon. "You two want to fight?" 104 asked, "Then take it to the gym, jump in the ring, and go at it." The Spartan was not the least bit affected by the weight of the soldiers. He dropped both of them on to the ground. They failed to land on their feet. The larger marine scowled at 104, and walked away. 104 knew the two of them weren't going to fight without an audience. The Spartan walked out of the dining hall, and towards the elevator that would take him to the floor where his team's bunks were.
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  • Part 8 104 jumped into the air and tackled the golden elite. The Spartan pounded the alien's head in with one blow, and picked up its corpse to use as a shield. He backed up towards the door as he fired his battle rifle at the Elites. They were advancing, using the crates as cover. They had metal barriers, he had a dead body. The plasma turrets rotated and fired at him. He knew the turret would smash through the dead Elite and himself with ease. 104 threw the carcass of the golden alien at a group of grunts who had packed together against a pile of metal crates. The small aliens spattered on the purple metal, painting it blue. The Spartan dashed down the buildings hallway, heading for the turn. Plasma boiled the metal around him. His shields dropped drastically. The hall was to short, he had no time to accelerate. Right as he turned the corner, a plasma bolt struck his thigh plate. The plasma reppeling serum on his armor repelled most of the blast, but the titanium was scorched, and a small indent was burnt into it. 104 pulled the pin of a fragmentation grenade and bounced it off the wall of the hallway he had narrowly escaped. It ricochet off the purple surface and landed in front of a ground of aliens. There was a loud boom, followed by the cries of Elites.

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