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BlackoutM1K3

7/31/2012 1:01:07 AM
Here is the revised storyline completely new and improved nothing is the same "You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word. It is victory. Victory at all costs -- victory in spite of all terrors -- victory, however long and hard the road may be, for without victory there is no survival." - Sir Winston Churchill, May 13th, 1940. The war is over... however, the flood was not properly contained on earth. After the war the Elites built a second high charity that orbits their planet. Those who made it to the ships in time were able to seek refuge here. With the help of the Elites, humans created another super soldier; Spartan 192. This is his story. Part one: On the rough, dusty surface of Delta halo's Quarantine Zone a flood jumped from a large jagged rock. Screaming in a horrible tone that hurt Mike's ears, Putting aside the pain Mike side-stepped, pulling the trigger of his shotgun just as the flood landed next to him, kicking up the dry dust. "Bang" the sound of Mikes Shotgun Echoed though the ravine, Mike waited for a moment listening hard for any sound of life. Were they all dead? He wondered. Hearing or seeing nothing Mike commando rolled behind another large rock. He could hardly see in the amongst the green fog, that the flood left everywhere they went, Each breath was painful, Mike reached for his radio, Sweat running down his tanned forehead. His blue eyes dull in the dark light of yet another of Delta Halo's nights. "Come in, Does anyone read me?" "This is Spartan 192, Can anyone hear me? Over." A faint signal crackled on the radio, "Rodger That Spartan 192 we read you, this is Ship Master Icka 'Ardotee. Zealot in command of the Covenant carrier Supreme Loyalty, Over." At that moment a particularly aggressive flood tackled Mike bringing him to the dust with a hard thud and knocking his weapon from his hand, Wrestling the flood in the dirt and dust of The Quarantine Zone, Mike was weak from almost 3 days of continuous fighting and was easily over powered, from the green fog came the shadow of what at first seemed to be another flood, but suddenly it leapt from the shadows at a speed only one could achieve, that one was Icka 'Ardotee. The Movement of Icka 'Ardotee was like a blur, one moment he was in the shadows, the next he was standing before Mike with the flood dead on the ground. "But, but, you on the radi" Mike stuttered "All I said was I read you, I never Said I was on the Supreme Loyalty." Said Icka 'Ardotee in-between laughs. "I owe you one." "You wouldn't owe me if you didn't fight like a grunt." Smiling Mike Sweep kicked Icka 'Ardotee knocking him over with a hard thud into the dust, "A grunt indeed" he said while looking down at Icka and holding out his hand to help him up. Mike looked around him, To his left there was a large rock wall that had a small gap in it that would be no bigger than an M12-LRV, it would be no good trying to evac that way, the flood would tear them apart in the confined area, to his left there was a small hill, the rock sloped down on one side to form a sort of ramp, Mike went up the ramp trying to take the advantage of the higher ground. "I ordered my troops to block the way I came so no more flood could enter the area" Icka said in his deep elite accent, although he had picked up many traits from the humans his accent had never changed. Mike could see no good option for escape, they would have to take the gap in the wall. "We will take the gap in the wall and hope to god that the flood don't find us" Mike said while pointing towards the fissure. "I will trust your judgment, as always old friend." With that Mike jumped down from the ledge, his landing causing a large amount of dirt to kick up which further dirtied his once shining black armour. Mike and Icka walked through the tunnel which possessed more room than they had first thought, suddenly the tunnel opened up into a large rocky outcrop absolutely over-run with flood, which thankfully, had not spotted them due to a rather conveniently placed rock at the exit to the tunnel with which they could used to stay hidden. Mike looked around the side of the rock just to get a look at the sheer number of flood in the area; he then turned back to Icka and smiled. "You ready to have some fun?" He asked, "You speak of it as if it is some sort of game." replied Icka, "Life is a game my friend, a game with only one rule." "And what would that rule be?" asked Icka, obviously curious. "The one rule in the game of life is that it has to end." With that mike pulled out two SMG's and commando rolled out from behind the rock. Mike confidently stood, "Ya hungry fella's?" He asked in the most intimidating voice Icka had ever heard, but the flood were not phased by it, and nor did Mike expect them to be. "He's a good warrior, but he has the mind of a staved Jackal" thought Icka to himself as he watched Mike tearing the flood to shreds with a big grin on his face. "I suppose I better help him" sighed Icka drawing his sword. Suddenly a rather nasty looking flood threw a grenade in Mike's direction, It exploded with a large amount of dust killing almost all the flood that were attacking Mike. Icka finished off the remaining flood and stared to laugh. "Hahaha, most fun I've had in ages, He then realized Mike was not answering, nor could he see him "Mike? Mike? Mike!" The only response Icka received was the bitter sound of the wind though the ravine, Mike was no-where to be found.

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