dont worry, it gets better as you read! “That ship’s not one of ours; take it out!” “This is Spartan one-one-seven, can anybody hear me? Over.” “Isolate that signal. Is that you Master Chief? You mind telling me what your doing on that ship?" “Sir. Finishing this fight.” * * * Master Chief checked his motion tracker. There were no signs of flood in this part of the ship. Thousands of Brutes and Elites were scrambling to board the ship to get to Earth to annihilate the humans, but most Elites were denied by Honour Guards. It was all Brutes running the show, not to mention Jackals and Drones. Master Chief noticed the Elites starting to break the Covenant, and fighting the Brutes, regardless of what the prophets had ordered. Without Cortana, what was Master Chief? A geneticly enhanced super-soldier. He was… lost. No. Not lost. What was this feeling? He didn’t know what to do. Kill the prophet of Truth? Yes. That was his mission. Kill or capture. Either way; he had to kill everything on this ship, may it be Elites, honour guards Brutes, Hunters, Drones, Jackals… everything. “Well, here it goes.” Chief said to himself. He jumped into the ship, and slid down the ramp. Spartan John-117 walked up the arching stairway. Corridors… empty. No one anywhere. Then, out of nowhere, something hit John and his shield meter reduced to absolutely nothing. Jackals with Sniper Rifles. John thought as he dived behind a wall. He didn’t know where the bullet had came from, but the Prophet knew he was here-and he prayed that the jackal wasn’t on an angle to hit him. Nothing sizzling plasma or explosive Brute Shots, nor any Carbine rounds-and yet, Master Chief’s motioned tracker had dozens…hundreds of red dots-indicating enemies. Should Master Chief kill the prophet, exit the ship, then to the surface of Earth? No. He would find out the secret of this ship, and then protect Earth. Master Chief still had the nagging thought in his head-What do the Covenant want from Earth? Was it like the crystal from Reach, or was there something even more important? That didn’t matter now… The red dots proceeded on Master Chief’s position, when only about three meters away, stood a Brute Captain. Luckily Master Chief still had a large box between him and the Brute. Master Chief wished he had his fellow Spartans here-were they dead? All these questions… John threw a plasma grenade he had picked up on High Charity, it stuck to the Brute Captain’s face, and detonated. This explosion killed about seven other Brutes following closely behind the Captain. Now, it was the oh-so-familiar sound of plasma sizzling the through the air, but no grenades. Chief heard the Prophets voice, yet he did not know how, probably from the COM frequency. “The Demon is now on board. I want all Honour Guards and personnel to the bridge of the ship to guards the,” The Prophet paused. “Sacred Icon.” The Prophet finished. Master Chief noticed a lot of the Brutes turn and head towards the bridge. Master Chief now only had to take out 43. That was a break. Master Chief had no weapon, only three more plasma grenades and a fragmentation grenade, not the weapons of choice in this situation exactly. Master Chief poked his head around the corner and threw a grenade-without even looking to see what was there. About twelve Jackals spread across the hall, the hall only being two meters wide, caused the Jackals shield to overlap. Even if Master Chief got by those, there were two hunters with their shields up behind the jackals. John noticed a Needler on the ground. Why had he not noticed this before? John asked himself. He jumped of his cover position, fired eleven rounds, and dived back. He noticed his energy shield bar had dropped by a quarter. They were ready for him. [Edited on 7/2/2005]