At the surface, John saw something different this time on Earth. [I] Civilians[/I]. He saw them running down the streets-getting killed. The Flood would kill them all. He had to stop the civilians from getting eaten by Flood. He forgot about his old mission about the hospital, the human race was more important. The Pelican touched down, on the only flat surface. Everything else was destroyed. The once mighty CN Tower had crashed to the ground. In 2373, the CN Tower was extended another 500 feet or so. It wasn’t the tallest, but it definitely was a beauty. It had made an almighty ditch on the Earth’s surface, some 740 metres deep. When falling, it evidently caused an artificial earthquake, knocking down other buildings in the area. No Marines or any UNSC personnel held their position here. It was a hellhole. John saw an infected human flood form watch the Pelican hit the ground. It made a strange sound, then ran viciously towards the Pelican, followed by seven or eight other human infected flood forms, not to mention dozens of small flood pod forms. John whipped out his Battle Rifle, and fired a three round burst into one of the flood’s chest cavities. It fell to the ground, dead, or knocked out, who could tell? It was only three shots from the Battle Rifle to kill the thing. As he had noticed on Delta Halo, a shot to the chest was fatal, especially from a Carbine or Battle Rifle, because the shot punctured the flood infection form, and the human or covenant flood fell down, dead until revived from another little infection form. John fired another seven three round bursts, for a total of 21 shots. All of the Flood posing a legitimate thread were dead. He kept the last twelve rounds, and switched the Battle Rifle to single shots. This was when he realized that this was not a normal Battle Rifle. There was a switch for single shots. No matter, this was perfect for taking out some Flood Infection Forms. He couldn’t go to Coral now. He just couldn’t. He’d have to hope those Marines and ODSTs could hold off two alien races. Then again, maybe the two alien races would hold off eachother. The Arbiter got up, and looked around. He was behind a huge boulder, two red Sangheili looking at him, smiling as he came to. “We must go to Coral.” The Arbiter stated. “And what’s Coral?” A red Sangheili asked. “It’s a planet. Cortana sent me a message. We need to go their now.” “But what about our mission?” The other red Sangheili said. “No, we can’t. We need to help the Demon.” “The Demon?” a red Sangheili shouted. “Yes. We need his help.” Sergeant Johnson approached the Arbiter, blood dripping down from a wound in his knee. “We call him a Spartan-and they are others like him. You should respect them. They’re the reason you guys didn’t kill us all on the first hula-hoop. And don’t even get me started with the lives they’ve saved on the other planets that you aliens mindlessly destroyed.” “I can’t take it anymore! These humans are pesky little varmints! They should all be killed!” A White coloured council Elite shouted, for hundreds of other watching elites. The Elites shouted and screamed, they loved this guy. He hated the humans – and that’s what the Elites wanted the whole time. However, the Arbiter did not like this decision, and the white commander Elite, known as Buka ‘Bummamee felt sick with disbelief. He walked over to Sergeant Johnson. “Whatever the situation, the Arbiter and I will always be loyal to you. The Arbiter turned around. He looked at the other Elites; they were no different than the Brutes and the Prophets. They just joined the Covenant for wealth, and to rule the universe. They had no regard for life, human or covenant. They were useless to him. The Arbiter however knew that the humans would win this war, they may have everything destroyed except for their home planet, but that home planet was well defended. They would destroy wave and wave of every covenant attacker. The only thing, is that now is different. There were thousands, possibly even millions of covenant ships on their way towards Coral right now, to get the key to the Ark. The Arbiter turned around. He pulled a plasma grenade from his belt, trying to look at the best place to stick it. He looked to the left, then to the right, wherever the most Sangheili stood. That would give them a better chance for their escape. The Arbiter leaned over to Johnson and Buka Bammamee. He whispered the plan. Buka reached into his belt, not revealing to the by standing Sangheili what he was doing. He had pulled out a plasma grenade and was ready to throw it onto the second-biggest crowd of Sangheil. Johnson pulled up a Magnum, to firing level, but pretty close. He took another one off of his belt. They had little chance, but if they were lucky they could get over to Coral before the Sangheili army. What could come of this? The Arbiter thought to himself. Would the Sangheili make another army and fight the flood, humans, and the Prophets, or will they rejoin the Prophet’s reign? Either way, the situation would be harder for the Arbiter, Buka, and the humans. The Arbiter gazed into the eyes of those worthless traitors, they were all waiting upon him. He pressed the button of the plasma grenade hidden behind his back. He pulled it far behind, and the Elites scattered. Not in time however. Buka and the Arbiter tossed the grenades, both sticking to separate Sangheili, fairly close together. This gave them a cap. At least seven lives were taken from the two plasma grenades and about four more from Johnson’s double magnums. The ran through two grey coloured cliffs, like those he found before attacking Tarturus. It was time to leave. The only thing important now was Coral. Coral had no defences; Earth did. Earth had 298 MA Cannons ready to pierce through almost any Covenant attacker. But when over 700 ships enter at the same time? No doubt around half of those ships were just three Sangheili controlling it on a suicide mission to protect the planet on his entry to the planet. The Covenant would also stay out of the MA Cannon’s reach and fire it’s piercing plasma pulse lasers, destroying everything. The Arbiter ran, to find four Brutes in a Spectre. He approached the full Spectre, turned, and nodded to the short Sergeant Johnson and the white commander Sangheili known as Buka ‘Bamamee. Johnson went around back and grab the Brute on the turret, attempting to yank if off the alien vehicle. He wasn’t successful. The Brute held on the turret and batted at Johnson with his free hand. Johnson ducked, and swung from left to right. Eventually, the Brute swatted him some ten feet over from the Spectre. There it is... 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