A short, but well-needed segment. Enjoy and post your thoughts. Kelly looked around the dark room. She couldn't make out the people-or aliens sorrounding her, tinkering with parts of her MJOLNIR Mark VII suit. She noticed her whole right arm was missing, and saw a needle on a table to her left, filled with a substance. It was clearly a sleep-syringe, designed to make the receiver fall instantly asleep, for up to 24 hours. Thats what happened. She grabbed a plasma shotgun from her left, and fired it, killing three enemies, then she felt a pound on her head, and her vision fell black. CHAPTER 7======== 2254 October 25th, 2552 (revised date) Military Calander\ Unknown courtyard, believed position in New Mombasa, residential zone Sergeant Banks meleed his Magnum into the Drones back, looking at it's desgusting demented face. "Isn't it a little too late to start trick-or-treaten'?" "Nice one, sir." A Marine said. It was a horrible sight. Civilian corpses lined the ground, but you could the sky here… and everything was normal. “This is Lord Hood to all UNSC personnel! All enemies retreating to an unknown vector. To heavy for intercept. They’re retreating! I have a feeling we haven’t one, but all alien crafts are heading to what seems to be… My God. It’s Coral.” Master Chief heard the radio message loud and clear, and poked his head out from the hole he was taking cover in. He looked around, nothing. But what was Coral? >>Begin transmission [technical information here, to be inserted later] To John I don’t have much time, I’m seeing thousands of orange ships and Covenant ships. Need help. Come! Co-ordinates 3454454’ 346834’’ Dr. Catherine Halsey John winced at the use of his name. But where and how the hell would he get there? John looked around at his surroundings, to see buildings crashing down by themselves. One toppled over, no more then 20 metres away from him was the closest point. The ground shook, and then he saw it. Robots. “TARDS!” John shouted. “It was a stupid idea!” He continued firing his Magnum, seeing another one on the floor. He picked up the second Magnum in his left hand, and reloaded the one in his right. He saw a robotic creature run towards him. Master Chief did a barrel roll to dodge a few of these metal chunks the robots fired at him. He fired both Magnums. He was trapped in a narrow street, surrounded by buildings over 900 feet tall, skyscrapers. Then he realized something he hadn’t seen before, and advantage. One of the buildings, around the seventh floor had a crash in the window, and in the hole caused by the crash, was a Banshee. It looked in pretty could condition for getting crashed into a window. It was too high to reach from where he was at the time. John ran into the front door of the building, letting the sliding doors smash at his chest. It was an office building, with tables and holographic computers everywhere. He had no time. The elevators were too much of a risk, so he ran to the good old-fashioned stairways. People who misbehaved had to run up things like these hundreds of times back on Reach, along with several other brutal punishments. He ran at full speed, and saw a swinging door, like from the year 2000 and kicked it open, for it was locked. On the door, stencils showed it was FLOOR 7. He ran in, and noticed the maze of cubicles, with unfolding computers in each one. Invented in 2253, these computers could be modified into a no bigger than an centimeter sphere, and when pushing the button, it would expand to a regular model of the computer. This was pretty low-tech compared to the 2mm PC Projectors invented in 2512, in which the little object projected not just what would come up on a monitor, but the entire computer, with push able buttons, rather than your fingers going right through the image of light. He saw the Banshee, and ran over to it. He grabbed it, flipped it around until the pilot’s seat was at a good angle, and then jumped in. He pressed the button to close the hatch, as he lay down in a ‘superman’ position. He fired a radioactive fuel rod rod at the robots crowding the floor, then he saw Cortana’s ship, hovering just above the skinny ozone layer. The ozone layer had been ripped apart from Covenant plasma, and apparently, ocean levels has dropped by over 23 metres, leaving the area between Russia and Alaska extremely shallow for an ocean. He flew the Banshee up toward Cortana’s ship, the Excalibur. “Cortana! This is Spartan 117, the Master Chief. I’m in a Banshee, and I’m requesting entrance to the Excalibur. Open up the belly of the ship, for I’m right under it.” After the word Cortana, the Master Chief stayed relatively calm, as always. John noticed a hole appear in the belly of the Covenant beast, and drove the Banshee up. He turned on is COM, “Okay Cortana, close the hatch.” He said calmly. He ran down the purple and pink corridors, wondering for the 300th time why a military colour would be purple and pink. He saw some strange words on the wall. He approached the words and noticed they were in the Covenant language. He lay his hand on the words, the new MJOLNIR Mark VI could decode almost anything, and Covenant language was a piece of cake nowadays. All of this writing meant one word, ‘BRIDGE’. He saw the doors to the left, and entered, suddenly, all of the Elite’s on the bridge turned to John and leveled Plasma Rifles, and some Carbines. “The Demon!” Some screamed. “Not so fast.” John said, so calm that it annoyed Cortana. “Don’t fire, he’s with us.” Cortana said, trying to act calm as the Master Chief did. “Why? He is the Demon! He must be sentenced!” A white coloured Elite bridge sentinel said. Miranda approached the Master Chief, and whispered if it was okay if she showed them that he was human. A few clicks were heard, then Miranda lifted the Chief’s helmet off of his head, and the Elites gasped in horror. The Demon was a human! The Sangheili weren’t doing so well. Apparently, all of the Parasite were killed off in this area, so it was Sangheili against others. Johnson was pinned down, with two Brutes, one with a Brute Shot, the other with an Energy Sword. They rounded the rock Johnson was behind, and Johnson saw no escape route. He stood up, because he was leaning against the rock a second before. They closed in on him, and the Brute with the Energy Sword grabbed Sergeant’s hands, allowing him no counter-attack. His S2 AM Sniper Rifle dropped to the group, with the sound of metal hitting sand. The Brute with the Brute Shot flipped the weapon over, revealing the huge knife on the other end, which most used for meleeing, or for breaking open something. The Brute stabbed Johnson’s chest with it, and slid it downwards, slitting his chest open, through the armour. “A days rations says he’ll die in one, two at most.” The Brute with the brute shot said. “You’re on.” The other Brute said. “One slit.” The Brute wielding the Energy Sword added on. Segeant Johnson had a small ounce of hope in his heart, for the Arbiter slowly and quietly walked up behind the Brute cutting the Sergeant, and stabbed his Energy Sword into his back. It wasn’t long until the Arbiter had literally chopped the other’s head off. “Thanks.” Was all Sarge could say. “Friends.” The Arbiter said, and lent out his hand. Sergeant Johnson shook it. “Friends.” He replied.