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When You Need Me	By : DarkWolves Category: +G through L > Halo Views: 6908 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Halo and i don't make money from writing this. I do however own Siri.

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Chapter 2- Landfall

Darkness consumed her. She felt its presence crawling beneath her skin. She felt its wet claws forming around her mind. It’s disgustingly warm breath forming droplets on the nape of her neck. “My claws form a cage around your mind. I shall ask, and you shall answer” its hollow voice rang harshly in her head. She clawed at her forehead, trying to rip the invisible tendrils from inside of her mind. But she failed to find the source of the enduring pain.
Warmth suddenly touched her mind, banishing the tentacles and keeping the voice at bay. The pain began to subside, her mind cleared; her thoughts became hers once again. She was suddenly thrust back into the moment, the searing heat, the stale tension, the overflow of raw animal fear. “We are rapidly approaching the planet, we need to thaw your soldier and get out of here”
Cortana resumed her work on attempting to release the bindings holding the Chief in place. “Chief wake up” the Cryotube hissed open with a calm rhythmic click as the locks disengaged. She turned to face the viewport looking out over their trajectory. The terrain below them was a lush green forest. They were barely scrapping the tree tops, singeing the leafy crowns they passed over. They’d run out of time. The ship hit the dirt, the Cryobay filling with a bright flash of burning flames. And then nothing.

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The Chief awoke to be greeted by darkness. His array of dull scars and bruises he had accumulated upon entering the Cryotube seemed to have dissipated. In their place a fresh blanket of bruises all across his body seemed to have formed. His vision was shaken and disoriented, a side effect of having been suspended in cryo sleep for so long. But what was strange is that he did not feel the cool after burn against his guarded skin, the stiffness of the joints of his armour.
His vision started to clear, he saw past the daze that clouded his eyes. The world outside the Cryotube had changed; the walls were slick with a sickly orange glow. The pristine Cryotube was now cracked and damaged.
He pressed his gauntleted palms against the glass, pushing outwards and forcing the lid off of the tube. The motor controlling the lid groaned as it resisted, but eventually gave with a sharp crack. He clamped his hands against the sides of the canister he climbed out. The entire bay was in ruins. The walls were scorched harshly by the flames that had once consumed the room but were now reduced to smouldering embers slowly eroding the grassy terrain outside.
His keen military mind engaged. He searched around the wrecked ship, hunting for the secure lock box where he had stored his weapons before entering cryo sleep. He salvaged it from amongst the other damaged wreckage. He snapped the lock, prying away the jagged metal. Inside sat an assault rifle, side arm, ammo and a few spare grenades.
“Chief!” A voice called out. He grabbed his pistol, swinging round to face the source of the noise. On top of the holoprojector lay a meshed packet of living blue light. The packet suddenly untied, limbs emerged from the centre, the mass dissolved into two bodies. He instantly recognized the first, putting a voice to a name.
“Cortana?”
She rose onto shaking feet. “Chief. The ship, it was destroyed. We were caught in the planets gravity and…” Sakura raised herself to stand beside Cortana. “This is Sakura” Cortana introduced her. “She was the ship AI aboard the Dawn. She was a friend of Commander Keyes until…”
“I know” the Chief said sharply, ending the conversation before more bad memories could surface. “What happened?”
“The ship was dead after the slipspace gate severed it in half. We have spent most of our time since then attempting to maintain what few systems remain. We only just managed to restore emergency power to the Cryobay after the crash” Cortana played with her hands, accessing her recordings in an attempt to decipher an explanation for what had transpired. “The Dawn was caught in the planets gravitational pull, it forced us down here. The planets terrain seems to consist mainly of thick forest punctuated by mountain ranges, no signs of development”
The Chief pondered this while he secured the remainder of his gear. “Our first objective is to establish whether this planet is inhabited. Then we find a way off the planet and back to UNSC space”
The constructs agreed “I am going to try and dissolve us both into a chip for transport” Cortana clutched Sakura closely, their programming meshing and moulding into one single packet of data. The avatars shattered. An AI chip ejected from the base of the projector. He took the wafer, examining it he saw a wash of colour cascading across the usually dull surface, different tints of purple and blue washing together in a sea of colours.
He inserted the chip into his helmet, feeling Cortana’s warm presence wash over his mind. But behind laid another, Sakura, she felt distant and alien to him. He put the thought aside and readied his assault rifle, ready to begin searching this new and distant planet for even a fiscal shred of hope of return.

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The Chief skulked through the dense foliage, stopping only when a sudden sound roused his high strung suspicions, forcing him into a crouch and scan the tree line for signs of movement. Upon finding the area clear he would dismiss it and continue to move through the jungle. This sequence of noise, crouch, scan, and move was repeated over and over again in some unending cycle. Until the threat of the noise eventually became real. He heard a rustle in the trees beside him. He crouched, faced it, ready to fire. But nothing appeared.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a dash of moving colour, camouflage armour. He fired into the moving mass, the target moved with unparalleled speed.
The target had merely been a distraction, from the brush behind him launched another figure draped in the same dark green armour, allowing him to mesh flawlessly into the terrain around him. The figure thrust John into the dirt. The figure pulled a combat knife from his belt, bringing the blade up to the lip of his armour beneath John’s chin, attempting to jam it into the exposed area between his armoured plates.
The Chief gripped the attacker’s wrist, snapping the bone and wrenching the blade free. He brought his knee up into his attacker’s chest, throwing them into the dirt beside him. The Chief rose to his feet, punching his gauntleted fist into his opponent’s chest. The Chief scanned the tree line for additional threats. “That impact wouldn’t have killed him, they still pose a threat” Cortana’s voice of reason resonated through his skull.
“It’s better to leave at least one of them alive, we may be able to decipher some important information from him” The surrounding area appeared clear, but the Chief knew better than to attempt to interrogate the target here. Instead he raised his assault rifle tightly to his chest, glancing over at his defeated opponent. Their armour seemed to be familiar, almost as if he had seen it before.
A rustle. He snapped around to face another target emerging from the brush behind him. He raised his assault rifle, letting fly with a barrage of slugs, the rounds bounced harmlessly against an energy field that emerged to protect him. That technology was only available to two groups, the Covenant and-.
The second attacker charged him, smashing his assault rifle aside and slamming the Chief to the ground beneath him. They each fought for a hold over the other. Out of the corner of his eye the Chief saw the glint of the combat knife he had used to dispatch the first target. And if it was visible to him, it was visible to his aggressor.
He reached out for the blade, his fingers collapsing into the dirt far short of his target. His assailant lashed out at his arm, clasping their gauntleted hand around it and pulling him back. He fought against their pull, attempting to wrestle himself on top, but his adversary was unwilling to relinquish his advantage.
But the Chief persisted, straining his muscles and buckling his strained joints he fought to overpower his adversary. Eventually he managed to break the stalemate. He brought his armoured forearm to bear on the side of his opponents’ helmet, knocking him off balance enough for him to smash his fist against his helmet, knocking his assailant off of him and leaving him free to scramble after the knife. The rubber covered grip met his hand; he rolled onto his back, bringing the blade up in an arc to face the enemy that was already leaping on top of him once again.
“Olly, olly oxen free” Suddenly blared through his helmet speakers, the blade stopped just short of his enemies neck, had it continued its ascent it would have severed the carotid artery, a clean and instant kill. That tune meant only one thing.
More targets skulked stealthily out of the woods around him, as if emerging from inside the trees themselves. Each was armed with an array of UNSC weaponry, from SMG’s all the way up to antitank rocket launchers. Dressed in a bizarre new type of camouflage armour it was only his highly augmented sight that allowed him to discern them from the surrounding forest.
He threw their companion off of him, he allowed it. John rose to his feet, sensing no hostility from them he made no move for his weapon. He did not recognize any of these soldiers as part of the UNSC or Insurrectionists. Out of the surrounding trees came another target, this one broader and larger than the others. And if size was anything to go on he had to assume this to be their leader.
John could tell from the way they moved, the heavy movement of his shoulders, the harrowing burden of his stance. “Nick?”
The soldier nodded “Been a while”
John asked “It has. What’s our situation here?”
“Not here” Nick gave out an array of fast paced hand gestures, one of his comrades breaking away at each completed gesture. They all took up positions around the clearing, a pair of them busy dismantling a placed turret positioned behind a layer of exotic plants. “Follow me”
Nick and the others melted back into the forest, melding flawlessly with the surrounding foliage. John followed suit, following them into the surrounding woodland. John was forced to follow him, he was probably the only with a way off this rock.

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“Wait here” Nick raised his clenched fist, his comrades and John ducking down into the surrounding terrain. Nick himself stepped forward, holding his hand to the side of his helmet. A sudden wave of static flashed through the channel, accompanied by a series of timed clicks. The static ended. A clear silence looming. It was broken by another series of clicks in response to the first. Nick stepped down from his perch on the edge of the forest, ushering the others forward. John stepped up with them, emerging into the glint of the blazing sun.
Before them lay an open clearing, a half a mile of open space before meeting a rise leading into a deep crater. He noticed a flash of light emanating from the ridge, a snipers scope. The team moved with speed and grace, covering the distance between them in seconds, even with the heavy load of the dismantled cannon array weighing them down. They threw themselves over the lip of the ridge, dropping past the sentries into the security of the rocky crater.
The group accompanying him began to fan out at this point, each moving towards one of the prefab buildings erected inside of the hollowed out crater. Nick however remained beside him, hopefully to explain exactly what this was. “We have an Armoury, Com Centre, and Command Building, everything we need to survive out here”
“And where exactly is here?” Cortana’s voice vibrated from the helmet speakers.
“This” Nick indicated the ragtag base. “This is Thermopylae. This is where Spartans go to die”
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