The Halo Records- Ch. 1
#1 of The Halo records
The Banshee hummed as it dropped down to the forest floor, Elites jumping off the platform and collected just bellow. The Arbiter gazed out into the jungle, his mind on the mission at hand... to retrieve the Spartan.
It had been the human equivalent of 5 months before the beacon had reached their stations, a party being assembled quickly and the Arbiter himself being the first to sign up. The Spartans ship had crash landed in a star system a fare distance from the approximate point of the portal, unfortunately the planet had been heavily occupied by the newly formed covenant, a mere shadow of its former self, ruled by the Brutes.
The Arbiter dropped off the banshee, feet trampling onto the moist forest floor. The sounds of the forest played with his trained senses, every sound could be a potential ambush; the elites stayed close.
The Scouts reported in over the com link, "Sir, we have detected a base a few clicks from our location, radar sweeps indicate a moderate resistance with a combination of Unggoy, Kig-yar and Jiralhanae".
The Elites surrounding him scoffed, "This will be too easy, let the sword tear their flesh with victory". With that, they took off to the camp.
The Jackal stood on the watch tower, his keen vision seeking through the jungle, all he had was his natural night vision to guide him, thermal was useless in this hot jungle. A rock- falling behind him made him turn, scouring the forest for any sign of movement. He never heard the sound, never knew what was coming as the intense energy beam entered his head, burning a hole straight through his eye and exciting out the back of his skull. The jackels' body stood motionless before it fell to the floor. A grunt passing by saw the scene and stood astonished, when out of the jungle a dozen shimmering hazes came flying towards him, he couldn't make out what they were until they were right on him, a plasma sword suddenly sparking to life and entering his chest.
The alarm sounded and all hell broke loose, Brutes rallied at attention and spread out in groups accompanied by the grunts, leaving a few jackals to snipe. Gunfire erupted on the grounds as the elites rained hell down upon the camp, torrents of plasma rounds and beams shot amongst the enemy. The Arbiter came from the right, plasma sword ignited and beginning to slice relentlessly into the oncoming foes, his mind was clear and on edge as he made lunge after lunge, tearing through the resistance without losing a step. He rolled to the side as a plasma grenade drifted past his head, sticking to the back of a grunt and exploding with a bright blue concussion. He was up on his feet in no time, sinking his sword into a brute and swiping a grunt to the side. His path was now open to a structure centered in the camp, a replicate forunner building that was doused with bullet holes.
The door slid aside as he entered, slicing through grunts as he continued his pace downwards to the underground center. As the door ahead opened he stopped his running, his sight falling on two hunters that were already charging their cannons. He took a quick glance behind and saw what he was looking for, the master chief. He lay unconscious in a cryo-bed, trapped in his own sleep.
The first cannon went off, firing a thick green beam of solid energy towards the arbiter, who narrowly dodged it and began running again, the hunters took off after him, firing green bolts at his heels. The elite swung right, jumping onto multiple boxes and bouncing back, flipping over the heads of the Hunters and landing on the other side, sword shining as he cut at the thick plating. An armored limb smacked against him and pushed him to the side, both hunters reeling with big arms on him, swinging at him viciously. He dodged the attacks and rolled behind them, the hunters slamming into each other with frustration. The Elite wasted no time in pulling out two plasma grenades, light one and sticking it to his foot, lunging at the hunters. He kicked the first in the bare back flesh, the grenade sticking to the muscle and growing brightly. The Arbiter pushed himself off the hunter and at the other, lighting the grenade in his hand and sticking it onto its neck before rolling off to the side.
The hunters simultaneous exploded, the grenades tearing through the exposed muscle, cutting one hunter in half just as the other grenade vaporized the others head, leaving nothing but a smoldering corpse.
The arbiter got up and growled at the motionless figures, "You should have stayed with us".
He proceeded over to the door containing the chief, de-activating it and opening it with a pneumatic hiss. He approached the sleeping chief and pressed a hand against the glass, peering in at the body of his ex-enemy. All of a sudden a voice cut through his radio
"Sir, this was a trap! At least 30 other enemies were hiding amongst the jungle, those cowards!! You need to find another way out of there, sir I suggest..." The radio cut out, leaving nothing but static
The arbiter swore, he had to awaken the Spartan; hopefully his genetically modified interior can give the human enough strength to move. He bound over to beds console and began typing furiously, skipping through many procedures and pushing straight for re-animation. He hit the final buttons and slammed a finger down on a key, a blinding flash came from inside the bed and the door began to swing open with a hiss. He approached the bed and looked the chief up and down; looking for any sign of movement... there was none. He walked to the side of the bed and looked over the chief, leaning in and trying to see through the chiefs' visor, instantly a hand grabbed to his throat, beginning to choke him. The Elite was shocked and clawed at the hand, managing a squeak "Spartan... Chief..."
The Spartans eyes finally opened, adjusting to the light to see what he had in his grasp. A voice cut through the silence, a voice he recognized... he released his grasp as his vision slowly returned, the muscular structure of the Arbiter appearing right before him. He let his hand slide down the arbiters shoulder, the Elite catching his hand and pulled him up, putting him over his shoulder.
"Hurry Spartan, there are many enemies nearing and we need to find a way out of here"
Master chief analyzed the situation, taking in what he could searching for a possible escape plan, but something made him stir from his thoughts. "Where's Cortana?"
The Elite stopped in his tracks, cursing as he realized he had completely forgotten about the AI, the overall primary object that the Elites were after. He almost hit himself; his thoughts were completely centered on the chief. "Where is she" he growled.
"She is in the ship" the chief replied, still holding on to the Aliens body for support
The elite knew where the ship crashed, just right outside the town; last he heard there were nearly 30 enemies between here and there. He looked at the Chief, hoping that his strength had returned to him, he needed to have him by his side.
"What is your status, Spartan?" Questioned the Arbiter
The Chief let go of the Elite and steadied himself, walking briskly over to a supply case and picking out a rifle, smacking in a fresh clip. "Green"
With small nods they both rushed for the exit.