Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Spartan Saga: Rise and Fall	By : CKNoling Category: +G through L > Halo Views: 8060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Halo, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
SPARTAN SAGA

- PART ONE -

Rise and Fall
Deep Into Peril

John quietly, yet swiftly moved down the underground passageway that was created by the Forerunners so long ago. No one seemed to step foot in this massive site; let alone find out about it, which was located miles beneath the African Continent. When he followed Truth, the last High Prophet to the Forerunner-powered ship; which launched seconds after he made it onboard, he informed Fleet Admiral Lord Hood and other UNSC forces who were still defending Earth with all of their might of his plans to take out Truth and whoever else was on the Forerunner ship.
Earlier, when the ship finally landed, the Master Chief thought he would have to fight his way through hordes of Covenant to get to Truth. What he encountered on his way to the control room were only a small resistance of a couple of Brutes, Jackals, and Grunts, and not a single trace of the Prophet. He fought above in the city of New Mombassa before making his way underground. A lot of the Covenant fleet were guarding the Forerunner site in small groups of four, spread out from each other every two miles of tunnels he walked into, and were getting bigger and tougher by the minute.
The Spartan slammed another full clip of ammo into his Battle Rifle he gained from the fight in New Mombassa, and checked to see how many extra clips he had until he would need to scavenged for any Covenant weapons lying around after killing them. One more clip of bullets for his Battle Rifle, and he had a SMG and a Magnum waiting to be used in his gun holsters on his sides - These would be enough for a while. He would rather have the M6D Pistol then the Magnum, but always go for what you have available to you in a war situation.
He arrived to the end of the tunnel were it went off in two other directions. Halting to a stop, the Chief peered carefully around a corner, finding nothing before walking over to the other corner to see what was down that end. He looked, and quickly removed himself from view of the hawk-like eyes of the Jackals who were standing guard with several low-ranking Brutes armed with red plasma rifles and a Brute Shot. He pressed his back against the wall, and paused there for a few moments as he thought up a plan.
He tightened his grip around his rifle, wondering who he should take out without endangering himself. If he were to take out the Jackals, all six of them of what he counted, the Brutes would surely be a problem. Now, if he were to take out the three Brutes, the Jackals won�t be much of a problem, but they were still dangerous with those Plasma Pistols. The three Brutes, he noticed only one of them was wearing armour while the other two weren�t. He must have been the one left in charge of the squad.
There was a darkened area right across from him, and he could use that as an advantage while he shot the two Brutes with no helmets protecting their head. He would have plenty of time to ready himself when the last Brute goes berserk after John would kill his friends. One or two quick bursts of the weapon in their ugly heads, and then enough for the armoured Brute before switching over to his SMG or fight him when it would attack him hand-to-hand.

He stepped away from the wall, held his Battle Rifle to his chest as he jumped toward the shadowy area and rolled across the floor, his armoured-suit made a short clang before he came up to a crouching position. He kept still as the Jackals looked over when they heard the noise, and searched for the source. He held his breath, watching as their bird-like heads twitched from side-to-side, chattering to each other in their own language while the Brutes were apparently unaware to what was going on.
When the group of Jackals finally gazed somewhere else, John gradually let out the breath he held, and peered through the scope of his rifle as he aimed at one of the Brutes. The Brute stood with the other two, not talking or anything while they guarded the area halfway down the tunnel. Upon closer examination, there was a gap in the wall on the right-hand side, and perhaps whatever was there is what they have been protecting. Was it the Ark? He kept his index finger around the trigger, making sure his aim was steady, and then pulled it down to fire the bullets.
The force of the bullets threw back the beast�s head, blood trickled from the wounds as the Brute dropped down with a loud cry of pain when the soldier started to move down the passageway.

The other two Brutes and the group of Jackals started to fire at him when they heard the sound of his rifle, but John moved away quickly to the other side of the tunnel to avoid the enemy fire. He fired back, but at the other Brute�s face, and the creature staggered back as the bullets made contact. Blood sprayed out as he fell onto the ground as the last shots of plasma were triggered; hitting the commanding Brute accidentally.
The Spartan�s shields flickered lower and lower as the plasma from the Jackal�s pistols struck him even though he was trying to avoid it; there were about six of them so how could he when there were no places to take any cover? The grenades from the Brute Shot were exploding around him while they bounced off the flat surface of the walls.
The remaining Brute realized his two comrades were dead, and he dropped the weapon as known when encountering these creatures from before.
�Bastard!� yelled the Brute. He stood, shoulders dropped as he growled in anger before charging for the attacker.
The Master Chief quickly walked backwards while he fired the remaining bullets in the rifle then reloaded it with the final clip of ammunition. He fired the fresh bullets, shooting off the Brute�s helmet. He didn�t have enough time to fire another three bursts into its unprotected head when it blindly advanced with quick speed at him.
John had other problems. His energy shield was depleted and the warning system sounded constantly in his HUD. Somehow, the Chief had to take cover, and would only need a few seconds for his shields to regenerate.
At the corner of his eye, he saw the tunnel he was in minutes before, and then side-stepped into it just when the Brute ran into him. The Master Chief winced when he felt the creature�s broad shoulder hit him in his side when he did, and stood with his back against the wall, and pressed his hand to his side. He watched the Brute stand at the corner of the intersecting passageways for a moment; while at the same time as viewed the shields indicator in his HUD display gradually starting to restore.
Although, much to his dismay, the Brute turned to him and laughed.
�I will kill you demon with my bare hands,� he said in a vile growl.
The Spartan stood up straight, ignoring the sharp pain in his side, but held a stern smile beneath his helmet. His shields were back, and if the Brute wanted to fight hand-to-hand, then he will get it. John was aware though of their incredible endurance and strength. He even witnessed with his own eyes the Brutes he fought earlier were still alive after a blast from a plasma grenade attached to their fur.
The brute let out a loud warning growl when he saw the Jackals approach them. �Go back to your posts,� he ordered. �I don�t need any help.�
John soon brought his tight fists up and stood in a fighting stance, silently waiting for the creature to attack him. The Brute laughed in amusement, but said nothing as he rapidly started toward him. John blocked the beast�s strike to the head with his right, holding onto the large hairy wrist, and countered the Brute with two swift punches to the face. He stepped back, still holding the wrist as he grabbed with his other hand around it and sent the Covenant creature flying into the wall, cracking it behind him before falling to the floor.
That didn�t stop him when he immediately stood up and returned to the awaiting Spartan. The Brute rushed him, and the Master Chief caught the crazed beast with a sharp elbow to the jaw, sending him back with a painful growl. It spit out a broken tooth with blood, that was it. They really were strong aliens because that would�ve broke an Elite and a Human�s jawbone. It came to no surprise when the enemy shook off the pain as if it were nothing, and went at him again in a blind rage.
Next, the two combatants started battling relentlessly once again in the tunnel while the Jackals looked on curiously. John�s muscles tensed beneath his MJOLNIR battle armour, and his adrenaline pumping rapidly through his veins. His speed was quicker than the Brute�s but the Brute�s strength and speed were a little more above his own liking. As the beast swung both arms, the Chief blocked every one of them, landing a hard counterstrike in return.

The Chief struck the creature�s mouth and chin with pounding blows, breaking more of its sharp teeth. He also hammered the side of the Brute�s exposed ribcage where he wasn�t protected by the armour, and the side of the head. Bones were starting to crack on each impact, and everything looked like the fight with the Brute was going well. But on the verge of loosing, the beast snarled with rage, and suddenly attacked him with a formidable force.
The Brute wrapped its arms around John�s waist as it lifted him off of the ground and tackled him into the wall; bringing his shields halfway down and cracking the wall behind him. Just like the Master Chief did when he threw the Covenant into the wall on the opposite side. John gritted his teeth when it smashed him into the wall again, and that brought the shields down to about twenty-five percent and the warning alarm went off once more. John started hammering the Brute�s back, neck and skull with elbows and fists to free himself, which worked after several tries.

Spartan-117 then watched as it snapped it�s head up, and opened its mouth to let out a loud angry growl; while staring at itself in the reflected visor of the super soldier�s helmet. Quickly, the Master Chief pulled out a combat knife he had strapped around one of his gun holsters, and stabbed the sharp blade into one of the Brute�s eye and twisted it from right to left. The Brute let out a horrible howl of agony as it felt the weapon pierce through its eye and brain, and then let go of the human as it skittered back three times with Spartan still holding onto the knife.
He followed the enemy down, and kneeled beside the beast, and waited for a moment before taking out the blade from the eye socket of the dying Brute. Blood quickly oozed out of the wound, and the hairy creature laid their motionlessly, but its limbs twitched every now and then.
After making sure several times that the Brute was actually dead, the Master Chief stood up and shook the blood off of the knife before returning in the leather sheath. He walked over to the end of the tunnel they were fighting in, and looked around the corner to see where those Jackals were, and spotted them. The group of Jackals were looking up his way, and by the way they were standing nervously around with their shields held in front of them, guns drawn and ready to fire an over-charging bolt they seem fond to use.
He spotted where he dropped his Battle Rifle and went to retrieve it, and once he checked to see how many bullets it still had, he walked out into their view with the rifle raised at shoulder-level. John pulled the trigger once he had a clear shot on one. When the first Jackal dropped dead, the others launched the over-charged bolt at him. He moved out of the way and ducked, but to only have one of them hitting his shields nearly to the end.

When he was close enough to them, the five remaining Jackals quickly took off without any regard of their own survival. John dropped his rifle to the floor and opened fire on them with his Sub Machine Gun, and flooded each of their backs with bullet holes. All of them fell face first to the ground, surrounded by a pool of their own blood.

Master Chief breathed a sigh, and watched his motion-sensor for any more enemy targets he would need to get rid of. Finding none - so far - he reloaded his SMG to full, and returned it to the holster he carried it in before noticing the Brute Shot the squad leader dropped to fight him. He waked over and picked it up, checking to see how many grenades it still had left. The stupid Brute must have reloaded it when it noticed the other two dead, so he was lucky to have it filled to capacity. Now he had three weapons, including the combat knife just in case he would need to use it again, but fortunately for him, the blade on the Brute Shot would give him an advantage with fighting more Brutes who cross his path.
John turned his attention to the gap in the wall, and saw that there was an opened doorway to another room. He cautiously walked in, and observed the large rounded room that had a large hole in the middle. He approached it and stopped a foot away to peer down it. It was dark, and possibly a long way down. He took a step back when an object similar to the other Forerunner technology on the two rings came up from a slit in the floor. There were lots of buttons and shapes, and liked before on the rings he was venturing and fighting on, he pressed a button�but nothing happened for a moment.
He stood there, expecting something to come down from the ceiling or appearing in the hole to step on. Nothing at all. Frowning, he went to press on another button, but a hard, translucent surface finally appeared and covered the hole. Looked a lot like the bridges on Installation 04, so he stepped on and waited, but not too long when the surface started to move down.
This was it, he thought.
The Ark�s control room. It had to be where the Prophet and his guards were.
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Spartan Saga: Rise and Fall