PROLOGUE

    An honor guard elite was watching through a visor in one of the phantoms under his control, earlier he had sent one grunt into the arks control room to stop truth. He was now watching how it would turn out, he saw the grunt stab truth. The grunt was then stabbed with a honor staff, thrown by a brute. The elite smiled when the grunt shot the brute that threw it, then he watched the grunt die. He proceeded to watch as the demon shut off the ark and arbiter killed truth. Then something awful happened, as a pelican was leaving the ark graveminds tentacles wrapped around the facility.

    "We need to get into the ark, i want that grunts body." Said the honor gaurd elite. He pulled out two energy swords, he turned to see five of his most trusted gaurds pull out there weapons. It was mostly duel plasma rifle but one of them favored the carbine. The phantom drove through the crashed window and opened fire on all the flood in the structure.

    The honor gaurd dropped out of the grav lift followed by his five gaurds, the honor gaurd sliced a tank form which quickly fell. More flood jumped onto the platform but his gaurds quickly killed them. The honor gaurd looked and saw the body of the grunt, he felt his body and sensed a pulse. But as the elite went to pick up the body, one of graveminds tentacles picked up the grunt and pulled him underneath the facility.

    "NO!" Shouted the gaurd and he unleashed plasma fire from the plasma rifle he just picked up. One of his gaurds picked up what was left of the grunt, his methane breather. The honor gaurd elite just got on his knees as tears came from his eyes. The honor gaurd elite picked up the methane breather and got in the phantom. The elites followed as they fired at some flood that were still walking around.

                                                                CHAPTER 1-  2 years later

    The honor gaurd elite now had armor of gold, he commanded five phantom dropships that he lead into battle all over the prophets capital planet. The elites were at war with the prophets, the prophets may be outnumbered 7 to 1 but they had something the elites didnt, brutes. The golden elite, whos name was Vral 'Zeranee, was in the heat of battle right now. His scarab was walking through the prophets capital city, the elites had established a base on Zroiks moon, Zephreas two months ago. Now the moon was their main base, the scarab rocked to the side and Vral ran up the ramp to see what was going on. The citys skys were full of smoke from the last scarab attack, Vral was just smiling when an armada of blue balls of fire flew through the air. Vral looked up and pulled out a shield grenade.

    "Activate shields!" Shouted Vral as one large circular shield went around the scarab. The blast knocked the shield loose and sent Vral off his feet. Banshees flew to pick up the scraps, a blue elite that had just pulled out a fuel rod cannon was hit in the chest by a blast. He fell off his feet but was able to get back up and send a volley of rockets into the sky. One of the rockets hit the side of a banshee that was thrown into another banshee. The explosion blinded another driver that went hurtling into the side of the scarab, the blast didnt even shake the war machine.

    "Attack those wraiths!" Shouted Vral down to the pilots. He felt the scarab turn and saw the blast as the scarabs main cannon blew up a wraith tank. He out of the scope of his beam rifle some elites in ghosts attack the others, Vral shot the beam rifle at a brute that had just poked its ugly head out of a window with a carbine. Its body fell on the street, he saw the brute move but was then shot by ecouple elites. Vral laughed and looked to his right, three purple phantoms just dropped troops on one of the elites scarabs.

    "Get some snipers up here!" Shouted Vral to the elites downstairs, a few seconds later five red elites with beam rifles came up the ramp. Vral pointed to the elites scarab and the snipers nodded their heads. Then on the other scarab the brutes were killing the elites, the brute captain had a gravity hammer. He took a swing for an elite with a carbine and killed him. He looked at the ramp and a golden elite came out with an energy sword. He took a swing at the brute and the brute backed up off the ramp. Some brutes with brute shots jumped down from the phantom they quickly killed the elite who fell to the ground dead. Then shots from beam rifles hit the brutes in the head, they all fell except for the captain. He looked at the scarab down the street, he could barely make out some elites on board with beam rifles. The shots hit his armor and shut down his energy armor, he dove into the cockpit of the scarab and killed an elite blocking the way.

    Back at Vrals scarab he gave the order to shoot, a few seconds later a green beam of plasma hit the other scarab and blew it up. He padded the elites on the back who were shooting some brutes on the ground. A wraith blast hit the side of the scarab but Vral didnt care, he just went back into the cockpit of the scarab.

                                                                     CHAPTER 2

    A phantom was flying above the capital city of Zephreas, there were eleven elites inside seven were blue, three were red, and only one was gold. They were chatting in a friendly manner while they were readying their weapons.

    "Well, looks like were going to kill us some prophets." Said one of the blue ones, the other blue ones nodded their heads in agreement.

    "Oh ya, i feel like shoving this sword so far down a brutes mouth that when he bends down well see it." Said a red elite as he pulled out an energy sword. The gold elite laughed and pulled out duel needlers.

    "What i want to know is the sound a brute makes when hes blown up be needler rounds." Said the gold elite, one of the pilots walked out into the cargo bay.

    "Or the sound a brute makes when hes attacked by a phantom." The pilot said as he walked back in. One of the red elites stood up and pulled out a fuel rod cannon.

    "Or the look in a prophets face when you kill his gaurds with one of these." Said the red elite as he held out the fuel rod cannon. Another blue elite was rolling on the floor laughing, when he stood up he pulled out a carbine.

    "I wonder what a brute would say if you pointed this down their throat and told them when you were going to shoot." Said the blue elite with the carbine. The pilot peeked his head out again but with a worried look on his face.

    "Strap yourselves in, theres a brute ship following us." The pilot said as he retreated back into the cockpit, the golden elite got up and started walking towards the door when the phantom suddenly jerked to the side. The elite was thrown off his feet and slammed up against the side of the wall. The phantom made a quick corkscrew which shoved every elite against the wall, all of the elites grabbed the safety bars above them and hung on for dear life.

    The pilots were in the cockpit freaking out, ahead of them was the prophets capitel planet. All the ships in the elites fleet were in orbit of Zroik. Not one ship was around Zephreas, all our defences were land defences. Some of Zephreases planetary guns shot at the brute ship but they didnt damage it enough to make the brutes retreat. The radio sparked up and the elite pilots looked at each other, one of the elites put his hand on the button.

    "This is phantom number 2555, what are we going to do about that ship." Said one of the pilots as he made the phantom do a barrel roll to avoid some banshees.

    "This is command, we sent in a strike team to shut it down. We will inform all the phantoms when they open up the hangars." Said a voice over the radio. One of the elites put his hand on the button again.

    "Very well, we will stand by until then." Said the elite as the brute ship turned around, one of the elites pointed at the brute ship as a blue haze formed underneath it.

    "There going to glass command, that strike team better hurry." Said the elite that was pointing, as the haze became stronger the elite mouths widened. Then just as the haze formed into a beam the brute ships engines exploded, the beam disappeared and backfired on the ship. The explosion sent a beam hurtling towards the phantom the elites were in, the phantom exploded in a ball of flames.

                                                                              CHAPTER 3

    Deep underground in the planet of Zroik eleven zealot elites were walking through tunnels, the elites all had duel plasma rifles.

    "The commander issued an evac from the tunnels." Said one of the elites, one of the others turned around.

    "He ordered that because of the scarab assault, but there are no scarabs around here." Said the elite that turned around. The elites heard a boom above and some dirt fell from the ceiling.

    "What do you know, a scarab. We best get out of here." Said the elite at the front of the line, the elites got to a grav lift and jumped in. As they got to the surface they saw an elite scarab walk down the street and tear down a building. Then grenades bounced off the sides of the building beside the elites, they turned around and saw a squad of brutes with brute shots. The elites opened fire and the brutes jumped out of the way of the wave of plasma. A brute chieftain jumped out of the wreckage of a building and charged the elites, the elites jumped out of his way as he swung the hammer. One elite was caught in the blast and his dead body was thrown against the side of the building.

    The elites focused all their fire on the brute chieftain who jumped back into the destroyed building. The elites turned to wipe out the seven brutes with brute shots, one of the brutes was swept up by fire and killed. One of the elites was hit in the head with a grenade and collapsed, dead. One of the zealots was angered by this and pulled out an energy sword, he charged after a brute who tried to jump away from the elite. The brute was too late and was killed by the elite. The battle continued as the elite with the sword killed another brute.

    Down the street Vrals scarab turned around, out of the zoom camera in the cockpit Vral saw the elites battle. Vral smiled as he typed in the code to activate the anti-infantry turrets on the legs of the scarab. He signaled for the scarab to get over to that battle immediety, the scarab started walking when the whine of banshees filled the air. Vral ran up on the scarabs deck and he saw some elites with plasma cannons shooting at the banshees. One of the banshees fired a rocket that blasted an elite and his plasma cannon off the scarab, another elite was hurt by the impct and his shields were disabled. Another bashee shot at the wounded elite until he was dead. Now there was only Vral and two elites on the scarabs deck, Vral pulled out duel plasma rifles and shot a banshees pilot. The banshee crashed into another banshee which set them both ablaze. As Vral was about to put his guns away the banshees burning hull flew towards the scarab, Vral almost jumped out of the way when the scarab dragged onto the deck of the scarab but the banshee knicked his leg and pinned him against the wall. The elites ran over and were able to pull the bashee off of Vral but Vral was badly hurt.Vral was holding his leg and moaning in pain.

    Back at the other end of the street the zealots were losing against the brutes. The zealot with the sword was killed when the brute chieftain came back out of the building, after a five minute fight with the brute the zealot was killed by the hammer. The reamaining five zealots were getting creamed by the five brutes with brute shots and the brute with the hammer. Another zealot was killed by a grenade when the scarb shot its plasma cannon the spot where the brutes were, fire shot up and the elites heard the brutes scream in agony. A green phantom flew down and picked up the zealots, the phantom dropped them off on the scarab. Vral was there to meet the zealots, Vral shook there hands.

    "So you were the one that saved us." Said one of the elites who was smiling. Vral just flinched in pain.

    "Anything you need just ask." Said another zealot. Vral just looked at the four zealots.

    "Well, a few of my elites were killed on my way here. Just suit up and get ready for defence against snipers and banshees." Said Vral, the zealots smiled and ran down in the cockpit. They came back up a few minutes later with beam rifles and fuel rod cannons.

CHAPTER 4

    Over the sky’s of Zroik there were twenty-three banshees flying in a V formation. The banshees at the front had a stripe up front instead of a green one. Inside an elite was piloting it.

    “This is gold leader Imran, command what’s going on I just saw a hell of an explosion down there in the city?” Said the elite pilot into his mike.

    “You won’t believe this. One of our scarabs was just shot down by a group of brute phantoms. They dropped some kind of bomb on it.” A voice said over the radio, silently Imran cursed under his breath. Then Imran saw another explosion on the planet.

    “There went another scarab. I’m sending every banshee after the brute phantoms. That means you to gold team.” Said a voice over the radio which was easily distinguished as Commander Alsee.

    “Alright boys, did you hear that?” Asked Imran over the local radio, twenty-two voices rang into the radio. Then the banshees all pivoted right and swooped towards the capital city.

    “Imran, you got a problem. A platoon of brute phantoms are coming your way. All five of them have bombs strapped to their bottoms, Alsee says you need to take them out.” Said command over the radio as three scarabs dropped out of a carrier into the city.

    “Roger that, men take out the phantoms.” Said Imran over the radio. A phantom flew to Imrans right.

    “Banshees scatter, take them out.” Said Imran, the order was followed by all twenty-three banshees going different ways. The phantoms guns shot at everything in sight, Imran and three other banshees surrounded a phantom. The phantom flew to the right and crashed into a banshee, the banshee spun out and blew up when another phantom blew right threw it. The two phantoms looked untouched, Imran made his phantom do a barrel roll. When his phantom quit spinning he launched a missile at the phantom. The blast rocked the phantom but didn’t do much damage to the exterior, then a brute got on the phantoms plasma cannon and started shooting at a banshee beside the phantom.

    Nine banshees teamed up and launched missiles at a phantom that was flying a few yards below Imran. The blast knocked Imran around a little bit but didn’t cause too much damage. As the phantoms hull flew towards Zroik, Imran saw the bomb hit a building and collapse it. The brute was still firing the plasma cannon and Imran was getting mad. Imran got down behind the brute and sped the banshee up, the banshees wing knocked the cannon and the brute off of the phantom. The phantom was flying towards a scarab tank, Imran knew he had to stop the phantom. One of the banshees got underneath the phantom and launched a missile at the bomb the phantom was carrying. Imran barrel rolled to the right to avoid the explosion, Imran watch the brute bodies fall and laughed a little bit.

    “Sir look out!” Shouted one of the elites into the radio. Imran looked up and saw a scarab leg right in front of him. Imran pulled up and just barely missed the scarab. He saw the shock on an elites face as he passed over the scarab.

    The surviving phantoms regrouped and flew towards a brute cruiser. Just as Imran thought the brutes were going to get away, at least fifty banshees came out of the mist of a cloud and launched missiles at the phantoms. The explosion was so large Imran had to close his eyes out of fear of blindness.

    “This is blue group, whats going on gold team?” Asked a voice that apparently came from the leader of those banshees.

    “Not much, we’re returning to our post now. Thanks.” Imran said as he took a swoop upwards, the other banshees followed. Out the back camera Imran saw the huge fleet of banshees engage the brute cruiser. Imran knew what there fate was going to be, so he didn’t join them. The banshees returned to patrolling around the atmosphere, in V formation as usual.

                                                                                         CHAPTER 5

    Five phantoms touched down on a brute cruiser that was crashed into a floating space stations. Out of the phantoms grav lift seven elites wearing solid black armor pulled out plasma rifles. One of them was pure silver.

    "Men as you all know my name is Raus Bearda. You all will know me as the most well trained elite in flood defence affairs. So of course you know why im here, that brute ship was full of flood from some system aways away." Raus smiled and the black elites walked past him to a metal doorway.

    "The flood will have plenty of numbers, there were probably around five thousand brutes on that ship, and this space station will have about ten thousand men controlling the station." Said one of the black elites by the door. Raus just laughed and walked up to the door.

    "The fllod won't stand a chance against our plasma weapons. There are ten groups of seven elites, we are team zulu. The elites are spread all over this station, but dont worry. All we must do is confirm that there are flood here, then there will be an army of thousands of elites here to clean the flood up." Said Raus as he pressed a button on the control panel to the door. When the metal of the door slid back five combat forms jumped out. They attacked Raus before he could pull up his rifles, the intense plasma of the seven elites quickly took out two of the flood but then the other three jumped off the ridge of the station.

    "And wallah, the flood is confirmed." Said Raus as he directed an elite to contact command.

    "OK we will send the strike force there." Confirmed the voice of the command radios. As the radio silenced the elites saw thousands of phantoms fly towards them. Two phantoms dropped off at leats fifty gold elites with swords, the elites rushed into the building and slashed at some combat forms that jumped through the doors.

    "And so it begins." Raus said as he rushed into the building. Raus was met with a terrifying sight as he walked through another door. There was a brain form the size of your average control room connected to the engines of the space station. There were hundreds of elites firing at the form, infection forms were spewing out of the form at the speed of sound. Raus opened fire on a golden elite that was just swarmed by infection forms, after the flood were eliminated off the elite he stood up and waited for his shields to recharge. After the ring of energy went up his torso he rolled out from behind the wall and shot a fuel rod at a squad of combat forms that came out of a door at the other end of the room.

    At the sides of the large circular room some brutes weilding gravity hammers popped out of the door, Raus pulled out an energy sword and charged the brutes. He jumped back as a swarm of infection forms jumped on the brutes, the brutes screamed and swung their hammers at the flood. However there were too many, Raus listened to the brutes scream in agony then sliced at their infected bodys when the deformed puppets ran after Raus. Raus screamed in triumph and looked at the brain form light on fire as some elite spec ops came in with specalized weapons. The room was filled with a deep screaming then tentacles popped out of a vent in the room. The tentacles then unleashed tank forms that quickly killed the elites, Raus jumped to dodge a tank form and threw a grenade at the flood. He then ran out of the room and jumped in a banshee. As he left the station and headed back to Zephreas he saw an elite cruiser glass the station.

                                                                                              CHAPTER 6

    In a long mountain range on the planet of Zroik there was a small brute outpost, the silence was only broken by brutes playing there pathetic games with the bodies of dead elites. Then there was a group of elites with carbines, a few of them had beam rifles on their back. They were all silver and were speaking coordinates into their mikes.

    "This is elite sniper group ten, we have visual contact with the brute outpost." Said one of the golden elites, he was obviously the commander. He pulled out his beam rifle and looked through the scope. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a glare.

    There was a group of human snipers just across the valley hiding in the mountains, they all had battle rifles except for two of them. The other two were ODSTs with sniper rifles.

    "This is red team, we see the brutes." Said the ODSt with a red patch on his shoulder

    "Sgt. Sanchez, what should we do about the radio tower?" Asked one of the marines as he patted the ODST with the sniper rifle.

    "Lets let the tanks think that up, i want to kill these brutes myself." Said Sgt. Sanchez as he looked in the scope. Sanchez looked up and saw the light bounce off of something in the distance. He raised his gun and saw a group of elites in the mountains across from him. The elite heard a shot ring and blood poured from the brutes, the bullet had gone through one brute and killed another. The elite stood up and was almost hit by a tank shell. The elites looked to the west and saw five scorpion tanks drive over the trees and run over brutes. The elite stood up and put his hand over his mike.

    "This is elite sniper team 10. I need banshees and phantoms. Alot of banshees and phantoms." The elite said into his mike.

    "Roger that, sending reinforcements your way now." Said a voice over the radio. The elite raised his gun but couldnt find any sign of the human snipers anywhere.

    Across the valley Sgt. Sanchez was leading the soldiers down a cliff, he threw the sniper rifle over his shoulder and pulled out his BR. He was smiling as he watched the brutes attack the tanks, he laughed while the brutes screamed and jumped on the jumpseat of a tank. He looked through the scope of the battle rifle and saw a brute getting out a fuel rod gun. Sanchez unleashed an entire clip into the brute and smirked at the falling body. He threw in another clip and looked around, he thought he heard the scream of banshees.

    A few minutes later the sound of bombs filled the air and sanchez's tank was blown on its side. Sanchez looked to the skys and banshees were flying everywhere. When the UNSC called in rhinos to deadl with the problem the elites brought in banshees that dropped off elites to slay the marines. Sanchez ran into the mountains and hid in them until the covenant quit slaughtering the marines. Finally the UNSC brought in elephants to scout the area, sanchez was able to hitch a ride and continued his trek to Zroiks capital city.

                                                                                     CHAPTER 7

    High above the skys of Zroik seven halycron class battle cruisers were sitting idle as they released hundreds of pelicans. One of these pelicans had a very specail cargo, inside a pelican heading to the capital ship of the human fleet. There were seven humans standing around an elite, the elite was in solid gold armor and was layin in a heap on the ground. One of the humans was holding a shotgun.

    "Ya, you like that split lip." Shouted the human as he hit the recovering elite in the back of the skull with his shotgun. The elite started to pick itself up when the pelican made a tight turn. The elite was in a weakened state and wasn't able to hold itself up. The elite fell to the ground and the humans laughed. The elite was bleeding awfully, the cargo hatch of the pelican had quite a bit of blood on the floor.  The humans heard the hangar doors of the cruiser open up, the back hatch of the pelican opened and they dragged the elite out of the back.

    The elite was only seeing the ground as he was drug around the halls of the cruiser. As he heard doors slide open he looked up ad saw the captain of the ship, she was a woman that looked like she was around six feet tall. If the elite had the energy he could wring her neck on the spot. She bent down to where they were eye level and smiled.

    "Well well well, look who we have here. An elite that was commanding a ship that attacked my fleet." As she said this she kicked the elite across the face, blood poured out his mouth and he growled. He stood up and wrenched the marines around him away. They fell back and pulled out assault rifles, they put the barrels so close to the elites face he could smell the lead.

     "Why are you humans interfearing with the elites campaign against the brutes?" Said the elite as he put his fists down, the woman turned around to where she was facing the elite.

    "We perfected our space travel, we now have ships that can rival your ship speed. Tell me, how does it feel to be in our grasp." Said the woman as she got right up in the elites face. The elite bent down to where he could smell her breath.

    "We can still destroy your ships with the press of a button." Said the elite as he smiled, the woman smiled too.

    "Not anymore." She said as she made a signal to the pilots. The pilots nodded and a rumble echoed throughout the ship, it rocked and the pilot gave the thumbs up. The woman walked up to the main screen and pressed a button, the big window unshaded and the elite saw an awful sight. An elite capital ship was exploding and falling to the ground. The woman turned around and smirked.

    "We've updated our MAC rounds, one blast to the ship and we can destroy it." She said as she turned back around.

    "You will pay, your huan blood will be spilt until your retched ships are but crimson." Said the elite as he made a dash for the woman. She turned around with a shotgun and blew the chest right out of the elite.

    "Marines, get the body out of here. Then send up the janitors to clea up this pathetic mess. Pilots i want the fleet to bomb the blood out of the brute capital." The woman said as she turned back to the screen, a sly smile spread across her face. A slight patch of blue was on her cheek but she wiped it off with her hand.

                                                                                       CHAPTER 8

     There was a long road that led from Zroik to the brutes main hangar. The elites were launching a high scale attack consisting of twenty three phantoms, seventy-three ghosts, twenty-two wraiths, one hundred twenty two banshees. The elite that was leading the attack was a pure gold elite that was riding in the gunner seat of a wraith. But the elites didnt know that the humans were launching an attack of epic proportions as well, but on the elites.

     Three-hundred pelicans were preparing to launch inside a phoenix class battleship when one of the marines looked outside the hangar and saw the ship exit slipspace. The planet came into view and he saw all the brute ships, elite ships, and human ships. The pelicans engines fired up and the marine jumped inside as the hatch closed. The sun rose over the clouds and the pelicans came over the horizon.

     The elite stuck his head out from under the plasma cannon and he saw the hundreds of dots in the sky. He jumped back in the wraith as thousands of missles were launched off, the impact sent hundreds of banshees out of the air. A phantom hull landed on the ground in front of the ghosts. The vehicles opened fire and the pelicans seemed to get close to the ground, minutes later hundreds of warthogs came flowing over the hills in the distance. A gauss round bounced off of the elites wraith, machine guns came out of nowhere and  killed many elites in the first few seconds. The pelicans dropped off marines that were shooting at the elites. The golden elite jumped out of the wraith and pulled out a plasma rifle.

    Sgt. Sanchez jumped out of one of the pelicans with a Sniper rifle and blew the head off of a silver elite coming at him with an energy sword. He pulled out a battle rifle and shot at a ghost that was charging for a warthog. The machine gunner on the back of the warthog opened fire on the ghost and blew it up quickly. Sgt. Sanchez ran to the front lines and looked over the wreckage of a phantom, the surviving phantoms were unleashing waves of elites and sent them towards the humans. The pelicans had just come back from restocking their missiles and unleashed another wave of missiles on the elites. Once again banshees and phantoms fell out of the air, one of the banshees knicked Sanchez's elbow and blood came out. Sanchez grinded his teeth and pulled out his sniper rifle, the bullet went through an elite then killed the driver of a ghost.

    Sanchez smiled as a blast echoed in the distance, sanchez took no notice and pulled out more ammo for his sniper rifle. As he looked over the edge of the wraith infection forms started pouring over the side of some hills. He heard some elite scream and the pelicans came close to the ground, marines started abandoning their vehicles and jumped in the pelicans. Sanchez watched out the back as many humans were infected, he pulled out an assault rifle and covered the marines as they jumped in the pelican.

    The elite commander was standing on top of an ammo case shooting at the flood, half of the army he came with was either infected or their bodies were so mutilated they couldn't be infected. An elite form jumped up with an energy sword and sliced the goden elites arm off, the elite screamed in pain and ignited a plasma grenade. He threw it at the location of the phantom that was holding all the ammo crates of plasma grenades. The blast ignited an explosion so huge it wiped out all the flood in the area, Sanchez watched from the back of the pelican.

    The blast shook the pelican so much the emergancy lights went on.

    "Were going down!" Shouted sanchez as he buckled up. The pelican hit the ground with a massive jerk, sanchez watched as everything went dark.

                                                                                         CHAPTER 9

    A UNSC frigate was engaging an elite frigate, the MAC rounds bounced off of the elite ship and sent it plummeting to the planet. The blast temporarily blinded the female captain who laughed.

    "That is what happens when you mess with the marines corp." Shouted the pilot as she sat down at a chair. Little did she know that a banshee was able to leave the wreckage before his crew was killed. The banshee flew and crashed into the hangar when the doors closed.

     A gold elite popped up with duel plasma rifles. He shot at two marines who quickly crumpled to the ground.

    "HELLOOO. Its the shangheli grim reaper here." The elite souted as he shot another marine. He walked on through a door that quietly opened. In the room were five engineers and a marine with a shotgun. They turned around and screamed as the elite killed the marine and walked towards the engineers, the elite laughed as he saw that they had no weapons. He slowly killed all the engineers one at a time, he kicked in another door and killed a marine who had his back turned.

    "Captain, we have some heat." Shouted a pilot who was in the bridge with the captain.

    "What ind of heat?" She asked as she turned to him.

    "An elite that got into our hangar." Said the pilot. The captain just laughed.

     "Just let the marines handle him, and dont tell the marines about him. We'll see how long it takes for them to kill him." Said the captain as she turned back to the main screen.

    The elite  broke into the motor pool and threw a grenade at a canister of gasoline. The blast destroyed most of the vehicles and killed all the marines inside. The elite walked through the wreckage and was met with some fifty calibers, the elite backed behind a wall and plled out a fuel rod cannon. He dove out from behind the wall and hit the warthog in between the guns. The blast killed all the marines gaurding the door and the elite walked through them. He put his head up against the door and listened. Past the door he heard a womans voice.

    "I want this ship to release all the cargo and blow up that city. Do you hear me, this is your captain speaking." The womans voice shouted at some obvious idiots. The elite piled up ten plasma grenades then backed up. He threw a frag at the pile and backed off, the blast weakened the door and the elite kicked it in. He stepped through and saw ten pilots, then he eyed the captain. She was a tall woman that looked like a total jerk. He pulled out two plasma swords and sliced the pilots, he ran at the woman and she pulled out a shotgun. She shot at the elites chest and the blast knocked him down. She stepped on his chest and pointed the barrel at his face. He pulled out a red button and pressed it. A blast rocked the ship and the battleship exploded so violently that back on Zroik Vral watched the explosion. He knew by the following smell of gas in the air that a human ship had just blown up. He turned and watched as peices of machine fell on the scarred pavement that was once a large battlefield. An elite capital ship flew low over the scarab and picked it up.

                                                                                  CHAPTER 10

    An elite cruiser was flying alone over a distant portion of Zroik, the shipmaster was sleeping in his chair, and the pilots were pressing buttons without excitement. Then a blast rocked the ship and the shipmaster stood up.

    "What just hit us?" He shouted to the pilots. The pilot in front of the radar just turned to him.

    "Its strange sir, we're being hit by banshees and phantoms. There flying into the hangar." Said the elite, the radio turned on and the elite running the radio signaled for everyone to quiet down.

    "This is eight group, we were preparing the banshees for an assault on the ruins of the brutes planetary hangar when we were attacked by some infection. Send help, wait get it off meee AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Shouted a voice into the radio before moaning a death gurgle. The shipmaster looked at his pilots.

    "Put us in emergancy situation five, i want every crewman to carry a gun with them at all times. And Deren, give our old friends a warm welcome." Said shipmaster to a podium, a small hologram popped up.

    "I've already begun." Said the hologram before disappearing.

    A few miles away from the elite cruiser a brute cruiser was flying in a small asteroid feild, they were completely undetectable. Inside the ship, down in the hangars, and spread throughout the halls. A gravemind was attacking the elite ship, planning to extend his fleet to seven cruisers and a space station. The vessels he was sending was already seven thousand banshees and five hundred phantoms, but only a small fraction were making it to the ship. Gravemind was getting angry and had decided to send the cruiser a specail surprise, He was putting seven of his tentecles into seven different phantoms and was going to send them to the same hangar. Once they regrouped they would connect and release thousands of infection forms all over the ship.

    The phantoms were loaded with flod and the tentacles went up in them, gravemind released a scream as the door cut the tentacle off. The phantoms flew across the vacuum of space and flew into the hangars, the phantom doors burst open and they were met with seven elites with energy swords. Two of the elites were swarmed with infection forms and infected instantly, another elite was killed by a combat form with an energy sword. The four remaining elites pulled out plasma rifles and attempted to fight off the rampage of flood, another elite was killed when a tank form swiped him in the head. The three elites backed up and shot at the infection forms, they all popped which ignited plasma grenades. The flood were all apparently wiped out until a tentacle came out of the phantom, six more tentacles connected to each other and then crumpled into thousands of infection forms. The elites were so shocked by the wave of flood they didnt respond in time to kill the flood, they were infected before they knew it.

    In the bridge the shipmaster was watching through the cameras, the flood were killing all the elites they saw. The elites in the bridge jumped when a banging wen toff on the door. The door was broken through and tons of combat forms jumped through, the shipmaster ran to the radio and picked it up.

    "This is shipmaster Xaphen, my ship was attacked by a gravemind and now im recording this in my last minutes. This is a warning to all other ships in the area, the flood overtook my ship in seven minutes. A brain form is being constructed as i speak and my pilots are almost all dead. There is no time to abandon the ship and by the time anyone gets this i will be dead. Most likely i will be part of the brain form that will crash this ship into Zephreas. Im sorry but i failed, i will not join my brothers on the journey." As shipmaster said these words an infection form jumped on his face, he screamed and every shipmaster heard his fateful speach over the radio. When the time passed and the radio silenced every shipmaster gave the same order.

    "Prepare the cannons!"

                                                                                          CHAPTER 11

    The skys of Zroik were filled with bursts, a massive space battle was occuring between humans, elites, brutes, and flood. Overall there were about 200 cruisers in the air and millions of fighters. One of the brutes phantoms was just leaving a brute capital ship. Inside were twenty brute cheiftains and one prophet. The prophet walked up to the front of the pack.

    "This battle will prove to be the final resting place of those elite scum, we will tread through there burnt ships and board the elites capital ship. We will cut through all there puny gaurds and kill there commander. Then we will leave these fools on the great journey, there will be blood spilled tonight. And by morning, we will be gods." Said the prophet and the brutes growled and raised there hammers. A blast rocked the phantom and knocked it to the side. The prophet screamed and the brutes looked at a horrid sight. The prophet had been stabbed by an energy sword, an elite came out of active camo and the supposed pilots came out of the cockpit. The pilots were elites, there was now seven elites with active camo and energy swords versus twenty brutes with hammers. The elites turned on there active camo and shut off the lights in the phantom, they snuck around stabbing brutes. The brutes that weren't stabbed launched gravity hammers all over the place accidently killing more brutes, the final brute ran to the cockpit to turn on the lights and was sliced before he could. The brute pulled out a brute spiker and turned on the lights, when they flicked on there were seven elite standing around him. One of the elites was the arbiter who stabbed the brute with a brute shot, arbiter smiled and threw down the measly weapon. He pulled out a carbine and got back inside the cockpit.

    Arbiter walked up to the radio as two other elites got back in the pilots spot. The arbiter laughed and started talking into the radio.

    "This is phantom 283, the cargo has been killed and we are in route to the objective. Does anyone hear me?" Asked arbiter into the radio.

    "Loud and clear arbiter, we have your reinforcements heading your way." Said a voice into the radio. A few seconds later five green phantoms came out of active camo and started following the arbiters green phantom. The space around the elites ship was filled with seraph fighters, for some reason the brutes used just enhanced banshees in space now. The back was closed off and it was now equipped with an air recycler, but nothing beat the seraph fighters. The humans even easily destroyed the brute space banshees. As the phantoms neared a squad of space banshees a blast echoed through the air and a flood space station came out of slipspace. The station sent pods everywhere and one of the pods crashed into arbiters phantom. 

                                                                                   CHAPTER 12

    A prophet in a mighty room filled with many other prophets was standing on a long stage talking into a speaker. The prophets were all in shairs around the stage, the room was so large that some of the audience in the far back had screens to look at. The head prophet had a mighty golden head dress that stuck up two feet over his head, his voice had a mighty ring to it that grasped everybodies attention with great aspiration. There were hundreds of prophets in the room and thousands of brutes. The head prophet was sitting on a blue floating chair that was trimmed in gold, on the sides of the chair were three barreled plasma guns that could wipe out an elites energy shields in half a second. Concentrated fire could kill an elite in a second, even with this great power the prophet was always accompanied with twenty of the finest brute gaurds. They were sitting on the far sides of the stages.

    "The humans and flood are new advocates to this war, but we will burn them in their paths. I will not stand to see our mighty planet burned to shreds. I will make sure that this is the end to these three fowl factions." The head prophet said as he smashed his hand on his thrown, during this pause many cheers of agreement rang through the crowd.

    "I want you all, even the prophets to combine your brains and brawn to kill these other species. The great journey waits for no one, especailly those who fail to protect their men." As the head prophet said this some brutes dragged a grey brute and pushed him on the stage. The prophet floated his chair over the the brute.

    "You failed to protect your ship from the flood and now five prophets are dead. We need a warrior without honor to replace as an arbiter, and your just the lowlife scum to do this." The head prophet whispered the final protion of this into the brutes ear so no one else could hear.

    "Go to the sanctuary, collect your armor, and prepare to be shipped to the ruins of Rastarius." The prophet swaid into the mike as he kicked the brute in the gut, the brute flinched then walked off the stage.

    "As i speak, our forces are preparing to attack the frontlines." When these words left the prophets mouth he pointed at a screen ten yards tall and ten yards wide. On the screen was a long line that curved to the bottom of the screen, one side was green while another side was purple. A small portion in the northeast corner was red, while there was small black patches all over the map. This is the frontlines of our planet, green is the elites, red is the humans, black is the flood, and we are the mighty purple. My forces are spread at every frontline we have, so far the flood are spreading but the humans are being pushed back." The prophet turned around and looked at the crowd, the crowd seemed quiet but cheered when they soaked the news in. The prophet turned to a brute beside him, the brute was wearing solid gold armor and was weilding a gravity hammer.

    "I want you to get all of our packs HUDS that have this map, they need to know the frontlines constantly." The prophet whispered this to the brute as the prophet was sent down an elevator on the stage.

    An elite jumped on the stage with active camo on, he jumped behind the curtains and stole a small HUD prototype. The elite looked at his radio and smiled.

    "I have it, get me out of here." A small ring of energy circled the elite then he disappeared faster than he appeared.

                                                              CHAPTER 13- A year later

    The year had waged on for about a year, the flood were dominating the ruins of Zroik. The UNSC realized that they couldnt't win with a normal fight, they brought in the only weapon they had. The NOVA bombs were sent off March 21st, by July 4th there were barely any flood on the planet. The prophets retreated into the depths of their planet, the elites continued to scour the planet for months. They gave up September 1st and started glassing the planet. The flood started swarming Zephreas and the humans NOVA bombed the elites only hideout. The elites retreated into the asteroid fields when the humans started sending MAC rounds at everything. The only visible thing in space was now the crisped rocks that were once Zroik and Zephreas, there were about twenty-three human cruisers circling the planet.

    The humans were watching outside the main screens of the capital cruiser, the captain was a tall man that had full grey hair. He was smiling and was looking around at the other captains.

    "What about that planet, some of the prophets were bound to survive?" Said Lord Hood who was standing in the far corner. The other captains looked at him, these meetings usually were filled with distress.

    "We could send a cruiser filled with NOVA bombs to the surface." Said a captain who was kneeling on the table, she was smiling at these sadistic thoughts. Her jet lack hair was over her eyes, giving her that look that just froze you with fear.

    "Thats the only thing there is to do, whos willing to sacrifice their ship?" Said Hood as he crossed his arms. The woman raised her hand.

    "I'll go activate the NOVAs and send my ship hurtling, i'll evacuate all the crew and send them here. A quick and easy job." She said as she walked out the door and jumped in a pelican, the pelican took off for a small cruiser in the middle of the pack.

    She stepped into the ship and ordered the crew to activate the NOVAs, she stepped into the barracks and the ship rocked. A screen on the wall flipped on and it showed a pilot.

    "Captain, something is going on. We activated the NOVAs and a spike issued in radiation, a ship came off of Zroik and it shot at us." The pilot said with a worried look in his eyes. The woman just nodded.

    "Crash the ship into that ship, i want whoever shot us to die." The captain turned around and walked to the window, out it she saw a dreadnought hurtling towards her ship.

    In the command cruiser Lord Hood was looking out the window as a dreadnought crashed into the womans cruiser. The explosion decimated the cruiser and rocked all the other ships, but somehow the dreadnought made it through the explosion untouched. A beam issued from the tip of dreadnought and made a slipspace rupture in the sky around it.

    "Follow that ship." Lord Hood told the other ships over a radio. A burst of light came from the planet and five other dreadnoughts came from the surface of the planet. One of the dreadnoughts smashed through an elite cruiser that came out of the asteroid feild. The dreadnoughts entered slipspace and disappeared.

    "Did you track their location?" Lord Hood asked a pilot, the pilot nodded, and Lord Hood pointed to the rupture. The human cruisers flew into the rupture and elite cruisers closely followed.

    When the ships left slipspace they saw a huge space structure that expanded he length of the entire solar system, for some strange reason on the structure their was different weather climates. Oxygen was seen making the water move, the human ships had come out of slipspace at a totally different side than the elites. The dreadnoughts were circling around the middle of the structure and releasing phantoms.

    "This is war." Lord Hood said into the radio as the elites got close to the surface and released phantoms.

 

                          

                                                                                                 CHAPTER 14

    The mountains of the northeast rim of the artifact were long chains of entire fields of snow. The elites had gained a particular interest in the metal buildings on the edges of the mountains, they had invested hundreds of thousands of troops to investigate the origin. Five phantoms were full of elites heading to a small building at the peak of the mountain. Out the windows the elites saw hundreds of phantoms circling around the strange structures floating above the mountains. The elites were dropped off beside a building that stood about twenty feet high, it stretched for around thirty feet. It had a ten foot archway with solid metal doors, a control panel in the shape of a square about twelve inches high was beside the door.

    The elites walked up to the metal and looked around, the wind was biting at their exposed eyes causing most of them to blink quite often. A gold elite walked up and felt the door.

    “This metal wont be penetrated by anything in our arsenal, I doubt a scarabs gun could bite through this door. Whoever built this did not want their labs to be found.” Said the gold elite as he eyed the control panel. A black elite came up and touched the panel, he flinched and backed off quickly.

    “That stuff shocks you, Datch, could you hack into this?” Asked the black elite as he looked at the scorch marks on his hand. A silver elite walked up with a chip. He plugged the chip into the panel and eyed the writing that came up on the screen, it consisted of strange markings that looked strangely familiar to the elites.

    “These are forerunner markings. Well more like pre-forerunner markings. Except its more advanced, more like the forerunners forerunners. I’ve got to admit, I’ve never seen anything like this. The technology inside the building is more advanced than the ark.” Said the silver elite as he opened up the door. He smiled and turned to the gold elite.

    “Well Sarc, your discovery awaits.” Said the silver elite as the rest of the elites walked through.

 

    Inside the building was just a small room with a bunch of screens all over the walls that showed the same markings.

    “Alright men, I want Hoffer, Ristel, Mazra, and Datch to come with me. The rest of you don’t let anybody in this room. Now Datch, I want to know what these symbols are.” Sarc said as he walked to another panel. Three of the black elites smiled, Hoffer was laughing as he wiped the scorch marks off his finger.

    “I think I know what these marks mean.” Said Datch as he eyed the screens. Sarc looked at him and walked up beside him.

    “Yes, I compared it to marks on the ark and t basically says the same thing. On the ark it says, Salvation lies beyond the gate of Eden. On this it says, Inside the labs, remake the past, to find the realm of peace.” Datch said as he crossed his arms and smiled. Sarc just looked at Datch and frowned.

    “What does that mean?” Sarc asked. Datch just looked at Sarc and laughed.

    “The land of peace is obviously a place previously untouched by infection remnants. In other words, Eden. Which was the resting place of the ark. I think the forerunners copy off of their so called gods.” Said Datch as he walked away.

    “Guys I found an elevator.” Said Hoffer, Sarc turned around to find Hoffer on the floor eyeing the cracks in the ground.

    “Down we go.” Said Sarc as he walked over to Hoffer.

                                                                                                 CHAPTER 14

    The mountains of the northeast rim of the artifact were long chains of entire fields of snow. The elites had gained a particular interest in the metal buildings on the edges of the mountains, they had invested hundreds of thousands of troops to investigate the origin. Five phantoms were full of elites heading to a small building at the peak of the mountain. Out the windows the elites saw hundreds of phantoms circling around the strange structures floating above the mountains. The elites were dropped off beside a building that stood about twenty feet high, it stretched for around thirty feet. It had a ten foot archway with solid metal doors, a control panel in the shape of a square about twelve inches high was beside the door.

    The elites walked up to the metal and looked around, the wind was biting at their exposed eyes causing most of them to blink quite often. A gold elite walked up and felt the door.

    “This metal wont be penetrated by anything in our arsenal, I doubt a scarabs gun could bite through this door. Whoever built this did not want their labs to be found.” Said the gold elite as he eyed the control panel. A black elite came up and touched the panel, he flinched and backed off quickly.

    “That stuff shocks you, Datch, could you hack into this?” Asked the black elite as he looked at the scorch marks on his hand. A silver elite walked up with a chip. He plugged the chip into the panel and eyed the writing that came up on the screen, it consisted of strange markings that looked strangely familiar to the elites.

    “These are forerunner markings. Well more like pre-forerunner markings. Except its more advanced, more like the forerunners forerunners. I’ve got to admit, I’ve never seen anything like this. The technology inside the building is more advanced than the ark.” Said the silver elite as he opened up the door. He smiled and turned to the gold elite.

    “Well Sarc, your discovery awaits.” Said the silver elite as the rest of the elites walked through.

 

    Inside the building was just a small room with a bunch of screens all over the walls that showed the same markings.

    “Alright men, I want Hoffer, Ristel, Mazra, and Datch to come with me. The rest of you don’t let anybody in this room. Now Datch, I want to know what these symbols are.” Sarc said as he walked to another panel. Three of the black elites smiled, Hoffer was laughing as he wiped the scorch marks off his finger.

    “I think I know what these marks mean.” Said Datch as he eyed the screens. Sarc looked at him and walked up beside him.

    “Yes, I compared it to marks on the ark and t basically says the same thing. On the ark it says, Salvation lies beyond the gate of Eden. On this it says, Inside the labs, remake the past, to find the realm of peace.” Datch said as he crossed his arms and smiled. Sarc just looked at Datch and frowned.

    “What does that mean?” Sarc asked. Datch just looked at Sarc and laughed.

    “The land of peace is obviously a place previously untouched by infection remnants. In other words, Eden. Which was the resting place of the ark. I think the forerunners copy off of their so called gods.” Said Datch as he walked away.

    “Guys I found an elevator.” Said Hoffer, Sarc turned around to find Hoffer on the floor eyeing the cracks in the ground.

    “Down we go.” Said Sarc as he walked over to Hoffer.

                                                                                                 CHAPTER 14

    The mountains of the northeast rim of the artifact were long chains of entire fields of snow. The elites had gained a particular interest in the metal buildings on the edges of the mountains, they had invested hundreds of thousands of troops to investigate the origin. Five phantoms were full of elites heading to a small building at the peak of the mountain. Out the windows the elites saw hundreds of phantoms circling around the strange structures floating above the mountains. The elites were dropped off beside a building that stood about twenty feet high, it stretched for around thirty feet. It had a ten foot archway with solid metal doors, a control panel in the shape of a square about twelve inches high was beside the door.

    The elites walked up to the metal and looked around, the wind was biting at their exposed eyes causing most of them to blink quite often. A gold elite walked up and felt the door.

    “This metal wont be penetrated by anything in our arsenal, I doubt a scarabs gun could bite through this door. Whoever built this did not want their labs to be found.” Said the gold elite as he eyed the control panel. A black elite came up and touched the panel, he flinched and backed off quickly.

    “That stuff shocks you, Datch, could you hack into this?” Asked the black elite as he looked at the scorch marks on his hand. A silver elite walked up with a chip. He plugged the chip into the panel and eyed the writing that came up on the screen, it consisted of strange markings that looked strangely familiar to the elites.

    “These are forerunner markings. Well more like pre-forerunner markings. Except its more advanced, more like the forerunners forerunners. I’ve got to admit, I’ve never seen anything like this. The technology inside the building is more advanced than the ark.” Said the silver elite as he opened up the door. He smiled and turned to the gold elite.

    “Well Sarc, your discovery awaits.” Said the silver elite as the rest of the elites walked through.

 

    Inside the building was just a small room with a bunch of screens all over the walls that showed the same markings.

    “Alright men, I want Hoffer, Ristel, Mazra, and Datch to come with me. The rest of you don’t let anybody in this room. Now Datch, I want to know what these symbols are.” Sarc said as he walked to another panel. Three of the black elites smiled, Hoffer was laughing as he wiped the scorch marks off his finger.

    “I think I know what these marks mean.” Said Datch as he eyed the screens. Sarc looked at him and walked up beside him.

    “Yes, I compared it to marks on the ark and t basically says the same thing. On the ark it says, Salvation lies beyond the gate of Eden. On this it says, Inside the labs, remake the past, to find the realm of peace.” Datch said as he crossed his arms and smiled. Sarc just looked at Datch and frowned.

    “What does that mean?” Sarc asked. Datch just looked at Sarc and laughed.

    “The land of peace is obviously a place previously untouched by infection remnants. In other words, Eden. Which was the resting place of the ark. I think the forerunners copy off of their so called gods.” Said Datch as he walked away.

    “Guys I found an elevator.” Said Hoffer, Sarc turned around to find Hoffer on the floor eyeing the cracks in the ground.

    “Down we go.” Said Sarc as he walked over to Hoffer.

                                                                                                 CHAPTER 14

    The mountains of the northeast rim of the artifact were long chains of entire fields of snow. The elites had gained a particular interest in the metal buildings on the edges of the mountains, they had invested hundreds of thousands of troops to investigate the origin. Five phantoms were full of elites heading to a small building at the peak of the mountain. Out the windows the elites saw hundreds of phantoms circling around the strange structures floating above the mountains. The elites were dropped off beside a building that stood about twenty feet high, it stretched for around thirty feet. It had a ten foot archway with solid metal doors, a control panel in the shape of a square about twelve inches high was beside the door.

    The elites walked up to the metal and looked around, the wind was biting at their exposed eyes causing most of them to blink quite often. A gold elite walked up and felt the door.

    “This metal wont be penetrated by anything in our arsenal, I doubt a scarabs gun could bite through this door. Whoever built this did not want their labs to be found.” Said the gold elite as he eyed the control panel. A black elite came up and touched the panel, he flinched and backed off quickly.

    “That stuff shocks you, Datch, could you hack into this?” Asked the black elite as he looked at the scorch marks on his hand. A silver elite walked up with a chip. He plugged the chip into the panel and eyed the writing that came up on the screen, it consisted of strange markings that looked strangely familiar to the elites.

    “These are forerunner markings. Well more like pre-forerunner markings. Except its more advanced, more like the forerunners forerunners. I’ve got to admit, I’ve never seen anything like this. The technology inside the building is more advanced than the ark.” Said the silver elite as he opened up the door. He smiled and turned to the gold elite.

    “Well Sarc, your discovery awaits.” Said the silver elite as the rest of the elites walked through.

 

    Inside the building was just a small room with a bunch of screens all over the walls that showed the same markings.

    “Alright men, I want Hoffer, Ristel, Mazra, and Datch to come with me. The rest of you don’t let anybody in this room. Now Datch, I want to know what these symbols are.” Sarc said as he walked to another panel. Three of the black elites smiled, Hoffer was laughing as he wiped the scorch marks off his finger.

    “I think I know what these marks mean.” Said Datch as he eyed the screens. Sarc looked at him and walked up beside him.

    “Yes, I compared it to marks on the ark and t basically says the same thing. On the ark it says, Salvation lies beyond the gate of Eden. On this it says, Inside the labs, remake the past, to find the realm of peace.” Datch said as he crossed his arms and smiled. Sarc just looked at Datch and frowned.

    “What does that mean?” Sarc asked. Datch just looked at Sarc and laughed.

    “The land of peace is obviously a place previously untouched by infection remnants. In other words, Eden. Which was the resting place of the ark. I think the forerunners copy off of their so called gods.” Said Datch as he walked away.

    “Guys I found an elevator.” Said Hoffer, Sarc turned around to find Hoffer on the floor eyeing the cracks in the ground.

    “Down we go.” Said Sarc as he walked over to Hoffer.

                                                                                                 CHAPTER 14

    The mountains of the northeast rim of the artifact were long chains of entire fields of snow. The elites had gained a particular interest in the metal buildings on the edges of the mountains, they had invested hundreds of thousands of troops to investigate the origin. Five phantoms were full of elites heading to a small building at the peak of the mountain. Out the windows the elites saw hundreds of phantoms circling around the strange structures floating above the mountains. The elites were dropped off beside a building that stood about twenty feet high, it stretched for around thirty feet. It had a ten foot archway with solid metal doors, a control panel in the shape of a square about twelve inches high was beside the door.

    The elites walked up to the metal and looked around, the wind was biting at their exposed eyes causing most of them to blink quite often. A gold elite walked up and felt the door.

    “This metal wont be penetrated by anything in our arsenal, I doubt a scarabs gun could bite through this door. Whoever built this did not want their labs to be found.” Said the gold elite as he eyed the control panel. A black elite came up and touched the panel, he flinched and backed off quickly.

    “That stuff shocks you, Datch, could you hack into this?” Asked the black elite as he looked at the scorch marks on his hand. A silver elite walked up with a chip. He plugged the chip into the panel and eyed the writing that came up on the screen, it consisted of strange markings that looked strangely familiar to the elites.

    “These are forerunner markings. Well more like pre-forerunner markings. Except its more advanced, more like the forerunners forerunners. I’ve got to admit, I’ve never seen anything like this. The technology inside the building is more advanced than the ark.” Said the silver elite as he opened up the door. He smiled and turned to the gold elite.

    “Well Sarc, your discovery awaits.” Said the silver elite as the rest of the elites walked through.

 

    Inside the building was just a small room with a bunch of screens all over the walls that showed the same markings.

    “Alright men, I want Hoffer, Ristel, Mazra, and Datch to come with me. The rest of you don’t let anybody in this room. Now Datch, I want to know what these symbols are.” Sarc said as he walked to another panel. Three of the black elites smiled, Hoffer was laughing as he wiped the scorch marks off his finger.

    “I think I know what these marks mean.” Said Datch as he eyed the screens. Sarc looked at him and walked up beside him.

    “Yes, I compared it to marks on the ark and t basically says the same thing. On the ark it says, Salvation lies beyond the gate of Eden. On this it says, Inside the labs, remake the past, to find the realm of peace.” Datch said as he crossed his arms and smiled. Sarc just looked at Datch and frowned.

    “What does that mean?” Sarc asked. Datch just looked at Sarc and laughed.

    “The land of peace is obviously a place previously untouched by infection remnants. In other words, Eden. Which was the resting place of the ark. I think the forerunners copy off of their so called gods.” Said Datch as he walked away.

    “Guys I found an elevator.” Said Hoffer, Sarc turned around to find Hoffer on the floor eyeing the cracks in the ground.

    “Down we go.” Said Sarc as he walked over to Hoffer.

                                                                                                 CHAPTER 14

    The mountains of the northeast rim of the artifact were long chains of entire fields of snow. The elites had gained a particular interest in the metal buildings on the edges of the mountains, they had invested hundreds of thousands of troops to investigate the origin. Five phantoms were full of elites heading to a small building at the peak of the mountain. Out the windows the elites saw hundreds of phantoms circling around the strange structures floating above the mountains. The elites were dropped off beside a building that stood about twenty feet high, it stretched for around thirty feet. It had a ten foot archway with solid metal doors, a control panel in the shape of a square about twelve inches high was beside the door.

    The elites walked up to the metal and looked around, the wind was biting at their exposed eyes causing most of them to blink quite often. A gold elite walked up and felt the door.

    “This metal wont be penetrated by anything in our arsenal, I doubt a scarabs gun could bite through this door. Whoever built this did not want their labs to be found.” Said the gold elite as he eyed the control panel. A black elite came up and touched the panel, he flinched and backed off quickly.

    “That stuff shocks you, Datch, could you hack into this?” Asked the black elite as he looked at the scorch marks on his hand. A silver elite walked up with a chip. He plugged the chip into the panel and eyed the writing that came up on the screen, it consisted of strange markings that looked strangely familiar to the elites.

    “These are forerunner markings. Well more like pre-forerunner markings. Except its more advanced, more like the forerunners forerunners. I’ve got to admit, I’ve never seen anything like this. The technology inside the building is more advanced than the ark.” Said the silver elite as he opened up the door. He smiled and turned to the gold elite.

    “Well Sarc, your discovery awaits.” Said the silver elite as the rest of the elites walked through.

 

    Inside the building was just a small room with a bunch of screens all over the walls that showed the same markings.

    “Alright men, I want Hoffer, Ristel, Mazra, and Datch to come with me. The rest of you don’t let anybody in this room. Now Datch, I want to know what these symbols are.” Sarc said as he walked to another panel. Three of the black elites smiled, Hoffer was laughing as he wiped the scorch marks off his finger.

    “I think I know what these marks mean.” Said Datch as he eyed the screens. Sarc looked at him and walked up beside him.

    “Yes, I compared it to marks on the ark and t basically says the same thing. On the ark it says, Salvation lies beyond the gate of Eden. On this it says, Inside the labs, remake the past, to find the realm of peace.” Datch said as he crossed his arms and smiled. Sarc just looked at Datch and frowned.

    “What does that mean?” Sarc asked. Datch just looked at Sarc and laughed.

    “The land of peace is obviously a place previously untouched by infection remnants. In other words, Eden. Which was the resting place of the ark. I think the forerunners copy off of their so called gods.” Said Datch as he walked away.

    “Guys I found an elevator.” Said Hoffer, Sarc turned around to find Hoffer on the floor eyeing the cracks in the ground.

    “Down we go.” Said Sarc as he walked over to Hoffer.

                                                                                                 CHAPTER 14

    The mountains of the northeast rim of the artifact were long chains of entire fields of snow. The elites had gained a particular interest in the metal buildings on the edges of the mountains, they had invested hundreds of thousands of troops to investigate the origin. Five phantoms were full of elites heading to a small building at the peak of the mountain. Out the windows the elites saw hundreds of phantoms circling around the strange structures floating above the mountains. The elites were dropped off beside a building that stood about twenty feet high, it stretched for around thirty feet. It had a ten foot archway with solid metal doors, a control panel in the shape of a square about twelve inches high was beside the door.

    The elites walked up to the metal and looked around, the wind was biting at their exposed eyes causing most of them to blink quite often. A gold elite walked up and felt the door.

    “This metal wont be penetrated by anything in our arsenal, I doubt a scarabs gun could bite through this door. Whoever built this did not want their labs to be found.” Said the gold elite as he eyed the control panel. A black elite came up and touched the panel, he flinched and backed off quickly.

    “That stuff shocks you, Datch, could you hack into this?” Asked the black elite as he looked at the scorch marks on his hand. A silver elite walked up with a chip. He plugged the chip into the panel and eyed the writing that came up on the screen, it consisted of strange markings that looked strangely familiar to the elites.

    “These are forerunner markings. Well more like pre-forerunner markings. Except its more advanced, more like the forerunners forerunners. I’ve got to admit, I’ve never seen anything like this. The technology inside the building is more advanced than the ark.” Said the silver elite as he opened up the door. He smiled and turned to the gold elite.

    “Well Sarc, your discovery awaits.” Said the silver elite as the rest of the elites walked through.

 

    Inside the building was just a small room with a bunch of screens all over the walls that showed the same markings.

    “Alright men, I want Hoffer, Ristel, Mazra, and Datch to come with me. The rest of you don’t let anybody in this room. Now Datch, I want to know what these symbols are.” Sarc said as he walked to another panel. Three of the black elites smiled, Hoffer was laughing as he wiped the scorch marks off his finger.

    “I think I know what these marks mean.” Said Datch as he eyed the screens. Sarc looked at him and walked up beside him.

    “Yes, I compared it to marks on the ark and t basically says the same thing. On the ark it says, Salvation lies beyond the gate of Eden. On this it says, Inside the labs, remake the past, to find the realm of peace.” Datch said as he crossed his arms and smiled. Sarc just looked at Datch and frowned.

    “What does that mean?” Sarc asked. Datch just looked at Sarc and laughed.

    “The land of peace is obviously a place previously untouched by infection remnants. In other words, Eden. Which was the resting place of the ark. I think the forerunners copy off of their so called gods.” Said Datch as he walked away.

    “Guys I found an elevator.” Said Hoffer, Sarc turned around to find Hoffer on the floor eyeing the cracks in the ground.

    “Down we go.” Said Sarc as he walked over to Hoffer.

                                                                                                 CHAPTER 14

    The mountains of the northeast rim of the artifact were long chains of entire fields of snow. The elites had gained a particular interest in the metal buildings on the edges of the mountains, they had invested hundreds of thousands of troops to investigate the origin. Five phantoms were full of elites heading to a small building at the peak of the mountain. Out the windows the elites saw hundreds of phantoms circling around the strange structures floating above the mountains. The elites were dropped off beside a building that stood about twenty feet high, it stretched for around thirty feet. It had a ten foot archway with solid metal doors, a control panel in the shape of a square about twelve inches high was beside the door.

    The elites walked up to the metal and looked around, the wind was biting at their exposed eyes causing most of them to blink quite often. A gold elite walked up and felt the door.

    “This metal wont be penetrated by anything in our arsenal, I doubt a scarabs gun could bite through this door. Whoever built this did not want their labs to be found.” Said the gold elite as he eyed the control panel. A black elite came up and touched the panel, he flinched and backed off quickly.

    “That stuff shocks you, Datch, could you hack into this?” Asked the black elite as he looked at the scorch marks on his hand. A silver elite walked up with a chip. He plugged the chip into the panel and eyed the writing that came up on the screen, it consisted of strange markings that looked strangely familiar to the elites.

    “These are forerunner markings. Well more like pre-forerunner markings. Except its more advanced, more like the forerunners forerunners. I’ve got to admit, I’ve never seen anything like this. The technology inside the building is more advanced than the ark.” Said the silver elite as he opened up the door. He smiled and turned to the gold elite.

    “Well Sarc, your discovery awaits.” Said the silver elite as the rest of the elites walked through.

 

    Inside the building was just a small room with a bunch of screens all over the walls that showed the same markings.

    “Alright men, I want Hoffer, Ristel, Mazra, and Datch to come with me. The rest of you don’t let anybody in this room. Now Datch, I want to know what these symbols are.” Sarc said as he walked to another panel. Three of the black elites smiled, Hoffer was laughing as he wiped the scorch marks off his finger.

    “I think I know what these marks mean.” Said Datch as he eyed the screens. Sarc looked at him and walked up beside him.

    “Yes, I compared it to marks on the ark and t basically says the same thing. On the ark it says, Salvation lies beyond the gate of Eden. On this it says, Inside the labs, remake the past, to find the realm of peace.” Datch said as he crossed his arms and smiled. Sarc just looked at Datch and frowned.

    “What does that mean?” Sarc asked. Datch just looked at Sarc and laughed.

    “The land of peace is obviously a place previously untouched by infection remnants. In other words, Eden. Which was the resting place of the ark. I think the forerunners copy off of their so called gods.” Said Datch as he walked away.

    “Guys I found an elevator.” Said Hoffer, Sarc turned around to find Hoffer on the floor eyeing the cracks in the ground.

    “Down we go.” Said Sarc as he walked over to Hoffer.

                                                                                                 CHAPTER 14

    The mountains of the northeast rim of the artifact were long chains of entire fields of snow. The elites had gained a particular interest in the metal buildings on the edges of the mountains, they had invested hundreds of thousands of troops to investigate the origin. Five phantoms were full of elites heading to a small building at the peak of the mountain. Out the windows the elites saw hundreds of phantoms circling around the strange structures floating above the mountains. The elites were dropped off beside a building that stood about twenty feet high, it stretched for around thirty feet. It had a ten foot archway with solid metal doors, a control panel in the shape of a square about twelve inches high was beside the door.

    The elites walked up to the metal and looked around, the wind was biting at their exposed eyes causing most of them to blink quite often. A gold elite walked up and felt the door.

    “This metal wont be penetrated by anything in our arsenal, I doubt a scarabs gun could bite through this door. Whoever built this did not want their labs to be found.” Said the gold elite as he eyed the control panel. A black elite came up and touched the panel, he flinched and backed off quickly.

    “That stuff shocks you, Datch, could you hack into this?” Asked the black elite as he looked at the scorch marks on his hand. A silver elite walked up with a chip. He plugged the chip into the panel and eyed the writing that came up on the screen, it consisted of strange markings that looked strangely familiar to the elites.

    “These are forerunner markings. Well more like pre-forerunner markings. Except its more advanced, more like the forerunners forerunners. I’ve got to admit, I’ve never seen anything like this. The technology inside the building is more advanced than the ark.” Said the silver elite as he opened up the door. He smiled and turned to the gold elite.

    “Well Sarc, your discovery awaits.” Said the silver elite as the rest of the elites walked through.

 

    Inside the building was just a small room with a bunch of screens all over the walls that showed the same markings.

    “Alright men, I want Hoffer, Ristel, Mazra, and Datch to come with me. The rest of you don’t let anybody in this room. Now Datch, I want to know what these symbols are.” Sarc said as he walked to another panel. Three of the black elites smiled, Hoffer was laughing as he wiped the scorch marks off his finger.

    “I think I know what these marks mean.” Said Datch as he eyed the screens. Sarc looked at him and walked up beside him.

    “Yes, I compared it to marks on the ark and t basically says the same thing. On the ark it says, Salvation lies beyond the gate of Eden. On this it says, Inside the labs, remake the past, to find the realm of peace.” Datch said as he crossed his arms and smiled. Sarc just looked at Datch and frowned.

    “What does that mean?” Sarc asked. Datch just looked at Sarc and laughed.

    “The land of peace is obviously a place previously untouched by infection remnants. In other words, Eden. Which was the resting place of the ark. I think the forerunners copy off of their so called gods.” Said Datch as he walked away.

    “Guys I found an elevator.” Said Hoffer, Sarc turned around to find Hoffer on the floor eyeing the cracks in the ground.

    “Down we go.” Said Sarc as he walked over to Hoffer.

                                                                                         CHAPTER 15

    The rain was pounding on the beaches of an unkown island off the coast of the mainland, the beaches looked as if they hadn't been touched in centuries. The smell of the peaceful sands and the unforgiving rain made you want to fall asleep and forget about the war, but the humans had a different purpose for the island. At the top of the island was a huge wooden building with sandbad wall surrounding it, a metal gate was attached to the walls that only opened from the inside. Some marines were setting up fifty calibers on the roof and behind the walls and every other thinkable spot to give them a slight tactical advantage. Inside the main off five officers wearing different colored badges on their arms were talking.

    "The rain is stopping their radars, soon i think we can launch the counter-attack." Said Sgt. Sanchez, one of the other officers looked at him and nodded.

     "Hes right, my men have dug the tunnels and i we have them below the prophets base. Just give us the word my man, and we will kill those brutes leader." Said another officer that looked cuban. The other officers nodded.

     "A hurricane is about to hit, we will use that to mask our tracks." Saic Lord Hood who came in through a door. The other officers nodded again and started talking into their radios.

     Three hours later some brutes were lounging around outside a huge base, most of them were enjoying mutilating the bodies of humans but a couple were sitting by the pool. A prophet walked out of the building and sat down by the brutes by the pool. Then an explosion rang in the distance and the brutes by the bodies were all sent up into the air. Humans popped out of holes in the ground and opened fire everywhere, the brutes by the pool grabbed their guns and jumped up. The bullets quickly cut through the hide of the brutes and they fell dead. Rain started lashing towards the ground and the marines jumped up, plasma fire rang from the windows of the building and the marines jumped back in the holes. Out of one of the holes an RPG stuck up and a rocket blew up a portion of the house. The marines jumped out of the hole and burst through a door, on thew other side their were plenty of brutes but the marines killed them before they could reach for their weapons.

     The wind knocked out one of the windows and killed a brute that just stuck his head up, Sgt. Sanchez looked to the marines and laughed.

     "I'll get the prophet." He said as he ran upstairs, two marines followed him. In the upstairs hallway two brutes were shooting at them with spikers. The marines ducked behind a wall and looked at each other. One of the marines jumped from behind the wall and killed one of the brutes, he ducked back behind the wall and smiled.

     "I didnt get the other one." Said the marine as he reloaded his gun. Sanchez nodded and threw a flashbang out into the hallway. They heard the burst and ran out of the wall and killed the brute who was on the ground in shock. They ran through a room and a prophet was sitting on the bed with a spiker. Sanchez walked up to the prophet and hit him in the back of the head with the butt of his gun.

     "Ya you think your all tough, huh. Well guess what. You got the right to remain silent, that means shut the hell up. You got the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one we'll provide you with the dumbest mother fucker on the planet. If you get johnny cockrin i'll kill you." The prophet smiled as Sanchez said this. Sanchez put cuffs on him and mae them so tight the prophet flinched.

     "Oh, im sorry. Are they too tight?" Asked SAnchez. The prophet nodded and sanchez laughed.

     "Boys what do we do to punks who whine?" Asked Sanchez as he turned to the marines.

     "I think its this." The marine said as he walked up to the prophet, then the marine shoved his fist into the prophets gut so badly that the prophet fell to the ground while coughing up blood. Sanchez and the marines laughed as the prophet fell to the ground dead.\

     "Oh ***." Said one of the marines as he walked through the door. He kicked the prophets body as he shook his head.

     "Dead suspects can't say *** Sanchez. What the hell is your problem." The marine said as he walked towards Sanchez. Sanchez just shoved him away and turned around.

     "Don't worry about it." Said Sanchez as he walked through the door. The marines looked at each other and followed.

CHAPTER 16 

    The sky’s rumbled as the fury of a hurricane hit the islands of Rimes 5, Rimes 5 was the UNSC’s primary base. It consisted of fifteen small islands. Most of these islands played host to different causes including: hospitals, barracks, training fields, kitchens, and the main island which was twice the size of the rest played host to a command base. Inside the command base was a gauntlet of computers linked directly to the frigates in space. Flashing lights turned on and Lord Hood looked at the men running the computers. Most of the men shook their heads but one man was snapping his fingers at Lord Hood. Lord Hood ran over their as fast as he could and looked at the man.

    “What’s going on here Jenkins?” Asked Hood. Jenkins just sighed.

    “I did what you told me to do and had a team get me all the info I needed on this structure. Well, I was able to hack into the structure and found out how to look through the security cameras. The prophets are in the bowels of this structure and have found out how to light it. They want to activate something similar to the ark.” Jenkins said as he took a deep breath. Hood just frowned.

    “Will it activate the halos?” Asked Hood.

    “No it should do something worse, activate a bomb like interface that could wipe out everything.” Said Jenkins.

    “What do you mean, everything?” Asked Hood.

    “Earth, the halos, god himself. The people who created this made it as a weapon against something. And it wasn’t the flood. We have to stop the prophets, Dreadnought is the key and they have five of them.” Said Jenkins, Hood just backed up and walked over to the intercom.

   “I want every able soldier battle ready and to the pelicans ASAP. That means you too alpha group. And Jenkins, activate defense platform S.” Said Hood into the radio. Jenkins just nodded and pressed a few buttons into the computers. All of the screens flipped on to show a cryo-chamber where fifteen Spartans were getting rifles ready. Hood turned to Jenkins and smiled.

   “Sir, shall I send the Spartans into the structure?” Asked Jenkins. Hood just nodded and a few seconds later the Spartans had all their gear set up and were leaving the chamber.

    Out in the open air the Spartans couldn’t smell but they knew that it would be the mellow smell when your in the eye of the storm. The fifteen Spartans jumped in a pelican and took off into the horizon. They left the back hatch open because they loved the look of the storms. Most of them presumed it was from their long training that took place so close to Voi that you could see the storm from underground. They all knew what they were doing, fifteen Spartan III’s were supposed to break into a prophet held base and stop them from lighting a bomb that would wipe out everything. Every Spartan couldn’t help but remember Reach, the fall of so many innocent Spartans to the prophets wish. They couldn’t help but remember the master chief, one of the greatest Spartans didn’t even succeed to kill all the prophets. Of course he went missing.

    The pelican rode into the storm again and the wind lashed whipped into the back of the pelican. The Spartans listened to the rain lash at the sides of the pelican, the wind was going so fast that the rain looked as if it was going sideways. Then the Spartans heard it, the sound of brute AA wraiths blasted in the distance. The Spartans looked across at each other and they all knew what they had to do.

    “Ya, why not.” Said a Spartan in recon armor.

    “We only have one life, why don’t we live it to its fullest.” Said another Spartan in assault armor. A Spartan in rogue armor stood up and cocked his shotgun.

    “My friends, this is the first battle we’ve faced. I don’t want to be known as the commander of Spartans to ever lose the trust of his men. So I must know, are you with me?” Said the Spartan. The other Spartans raised there guns.

    “I didn’t hear you!” Shouted the commander.

    “SIR, YES SIR!” Shouted the Spartans in the cargo hold. A blast hit the side of the pelican and the Spartans fell out. When they woke up it was dark and the storm had passed. The commander was punching the ground and shaking his head. The other Spartans got up and looked around.

    “Oh, now I’m pissed. Men past that tree line are the prophets who plan to kill us the first chance they get. We all entered the UNSC with the dream to be heroes. Well now is your chance, we will die eventually. But history will remember us forever. Our faces will be remembered in time as the men that saved human kind from extinction. I want those covenant to hear us scream into the air, they think they killed us well lets tell them otherwise. Who’s with me!” Shouted the commander as he hoisted his BR.

    “YAAAA!” Shouted all the Spartans, the rumble spread faster than the prophets knew it. The time had come for the final battle.

CHAPTER 17

    The command base was full of hassle, papers were being exchanged from each desk so much that Hood was stepping on them every which way. Everyone in the command had been awake for 36 hours now. Coffee cups were everywhere. Hood was looking at the life signs of each Spartan, only one had gone critical and that was from the crash. Jenkins yelled for Hood to go over to him and Hood ran as fats as he could. When Hood got over to Jenkins he looked depressed.

    “Sir, I accessed the zoom feature on the cameras and the bomb has a timer.” Said Jenkins, hood just nodded.

    “That’s a good thing right. Bombs with timers are easier to defuse.” Said Hood, Jenkins just sighed.

    “Its set to go off in five hours. The Spartans wont be able to make it in time to defuse it.” Said Jenkins.

    “These are Spartan III’s they can do anything in five hours. We just have to believe.” Said Hood as he patted Jenkins shoulder.

    “Yes sir.” Said Jenkins. Hood walked up to the radio.

    “Spartan group A, I want you to hustle. You have five hours before that bomb goes off.” Said Hood. No sound replied.

    “Spartan group A are you there?” Asked Hood.

    “Ya we’re here. We’ll get right on that bomb.” Said the commanders voice over the radio.

    Back in the woods the Spartans were looking at each other.” Five hours! That’s not enough time to make it to the other side of this foliage. Let alone defuse an entire *** bomb. Are you insane commander.” Asked the Spartan in assault armor.

    “Its enough time. See that mountain in the distance?” Asked the commander, the Spartans looked at the horizon and saw a tall mountain peak.

    “Ya, what about it?” Asked the Spartan in assault armor.

    “I’ve calculated it up. When the sun goes behind that mountain the bomb goes off. And we’ll be dead.” Said the commander before laughing. The other Spartans looked at him.

    “What’s wrong?” Asked the Spartan in recon armor.

    “Do you know I passed thirty seven simulations like this. And now im about to be killed by the real thing. Just think about that for a moment, its actually pretty funny.” Said the commander, one of the Spartans just looked at him.

    “No disrespect sir but we don’t have a moment. We are ten clicks from the opening hatch of this place.” The Spartan said as she walked on. The other Spartans just nodded and followed her.

    “I suppose your right.” Said the commander before following.

    The swamp was sending mist five feet into the air, the Spartans were keeping a lookout for grunts. The sun was getting closer to the mountain. Everyone was nervous, but who wouldn’t be. For some strange reason time felt like it stopped but yet it felt like it was moving faster than ever. He slightest kaw of a bird made every Spartan jump. Trained war machines did not like the silence, a strange ticking noise spread through the air but the Spartans kept on moving. The radio flicked on and it scared all the Spartans half to death.

    “All right, you guys have 2 and a half hours left. We have a back up plan in case you guys cant make it. When you disable the bombs ignite green flairs and we’ll send hornets to your location. Do you got that?” Asked Lord Hood.

    “Ya, we got that.” Said the commander. He looked around at the Spartans.

    “Do we all have green flairs?” Asked the commander to the men. All the Spartans nodded.

    “Why do we all need two?” Asked the Spartan in assault armor. The commander just looked at him.

    “Oh.” He said quietly, then walked on.

CHAPTER 18

DEADLINE- 2 HOURS

    The muck was ankle deep in the swamp but the Spartans had done it, they had found their way to the small entrance tunnel. For some strange reason their had been no brute guards. The Spartans looked around, then took a look at the mountain in the distance. It was getting very close to the sun. The commander put his hand on the control panel and the door slid open very quickly. The Spartans raised their guns and slowly stepped inside. All throughout the walls their were screens showing a prophet talking in some strange language. But there was no doors leading outside the room. The commander scowled.

    “Command, this is Spartan group A. We’re in the room but I don’t see any doors.” After a quick pause the Spartans looked at each other nervously.

    “We know, do you see the vent on the floor?” Replied Lord Hoods voice over the radio. The Spartans looked around and saw a hole in the ground that had a blue blinking light inside.

    “Roger, what about it?” Asked the commander.

    “Every two seconds plasma is rushed from side to side in that chute. You must jump down then open up the door on the other side.” Said Lord Hood before the radio went dead. The Spartans looked at each other again and walked up to the chute. The commander bent down towards it.

    “I’ll do it. See you guys on the other side.” Said the Spartan in Assault armor. He jumped into the hole before anyone could stop him. After a few seconds of silence the guys looked around.

    “Maybe he died.” Said the woman.

    “Or he decided to attempt to be a hero and do it on his own.” Said the commander. The other Spartans nodded and a door slid open.

    “Welcome to the inside.” Said the Spartan in assault armor. The others laughed as they stepped into a long tunnel.

    “What is this?” Asked one of the Spartans bringing up the rear.

    “it’s a maintenance shaft, it’ll allow us to sneak to the prophets throne room undetected.” Said the woman, she turned to the others and laughed. “I read a lot of books about forerunner tech.” She said again. The other Spartans just nodded and continued to walk. After a ten minute jog they found a ladder leading up to what looked like a drain.

    “it’s a chemical shower, maybe when the employees got stinky.” Said the commander. They looked through the cracks in the drain and saw an orb sitting on top of it.

    “it’s a motion sensor, if we can cut the beam we can destroy it.” Said the commander again. The Spartan in recon armor lifted up a knife and put it against the beam. But the Spartans didn’t realize that they accidentally tapped the bulb with the edge of the knife.

    “OK done. Lets get up there.” Said the woman. The commander climbed up into the shower and left two Spartans down there. The others looked up and saw that a whole platoon of brutes were standing around the edges of the chemical shower. In the center of the brutes was a prophet.

     “Well well well, the gods have blessed my minions with a feast tonight.” Said the prophet. The commander looked around and coughed.

    “You don’t know what that bomb will do, you cant activate it.” Said the commander. The brutes laughed.

    “I will start the great journey, and now I don’t need a human hand to do so. Kill them.” Said the prophet as he walked away. The twelve Spartans raised their weapons as the brutes opened fire on them. The Spartans were quickly killed but not without taking plenty of brutes with them. The prophet only had fifty brutes on the whole structure. The Spartans were all killed and the two down the pipe ran for their lives. They heard the brutes laughing and joking about the bodies and that angered both of them.

    “What are we going to do now?” Said the woman, the Spartan in recon armor looked at her.

    “I don’t know Sarah, I guess all there is to do is defuse the bomb and kill that prophet.” Said the Spartan in recon armor. Sarah just looked back.

    “Listen Corey, I don’t care what score you got on your tests. I want to kill that prophet first.” Sarah said in an thrust of anger. Corey just backed off.

    “We have half an hour, we need to defuse that bomb.” Corey said as he climbed up another ladder. Sarah pulled out a shotgun and followed. As they got into a small room they saw a brute sleeping. Corey slowly put a silencer on his BR and shot the brute in the head. They stepped outside onto a deck and climbed up a ladder. They got to the top of a building and saw a big lump of metal that had a blinking bulb on top. Corey walked up slowly the bulb and pulled out pliers and small scissors. He removed the top of the bulb and started looking at the wires. There were around fifty orange wires and one red wire and one blue wire. Corey guessed that plasma would run this bomb so he cut the blue wire. The beeping stopped and Corey smiled, Sarah walked up to Corey and noticed the lack of annoying beeps. They both laughed and exchanged a quick hug. Corey walked to the edge of the roof and turned on his radio.

    “Command this is Spartan 258, the bomb is defused send backup to extract us.” After a long pause there wasn’t a reply.

    “Command this is Corey 258, do you read me.” Said Corey again, he started banging the sides of his helmet.

    Back at command Lord Hood was still standing in front of the main screen, he hadn’t heard anything from the Spartans in two hours. The bomb went off in ten minutes. The worse part was an EMP had hit the building and now radios and most of the computers were down. A man in sergeant clothing walked in and stood by Lord Hood.

    “Sir, the longswords are ready to bomb the temple holding the bomb sir.” Said the sergeant, Lord Hood just nodded and the man left the room. Moments later the sound of engines flicked on and Hood heard the longswords take off.

    Back on top of the temple brutes had attacked Corey and Sarah, Corey had been knocked out and Sarah was fighting the brutes below. As Corey got up he saw the Longswords in the distance, the sun was just behind the mountain. It was sending an eerie orange glow across the horizon. Then Corey remembered his instructions. When the bomb was defused to light green flairs and you would be picked up. Corey reached into his pack and pulled out the flairs, he banged them on the pavement and they went off. He stood up and held the two flairs at arms length.

    Lord Hood was watching out of the cameras at the front of the Longswords and he saw the flairs. Hr gabbed the radio as fast as he could, “ Abort abort abort, don’t you dare fire those missiles!” Shouted Lord Hood into the radio. The pilot of the Longsword was just about to press the launch missile button when he was give the order. He accidentally flipped the switch and the missiles went off.

    “***, too late.” Shouted the pilot.

    Corey saw the missiles coming and fell to his knees while holding the flairs, he screamed as the missiles hit the metal in front of him and sent him flying off the roof. The explosion accidentally reignited the bomb and set it off. The weakened explosion only killed the people on the structure. The last thing Corey saw was a huge green light and then the sight of the UNSC frigates in space.

    The surviving frigates entered slipspace and watched as the remaining elites left as well. The humans were crying for the next few months at the loss of Lord Hood and so many brave family members. In Washington D.C. there is a plat that says,

    For the men and woman who served on a strange Forerunner artifact under the command of Lord Hood we make this to honor you and your lives in the UNSC. The final battle on this strange installation was held between fifteen Spartan3s as they attempted to dismantle a bomb that the prophets set up. Although they succeeded a missile reignited the bomb and destroyed everybody on that artifact. A lot of soldiers were killed that day but history will remember them and those fifteen Spartans who gave their lives for the greater good.

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Restlessness You will read this fic.
Blood Ties its a sweet fic.

ohhh i was wondering how they got his methane thingy, thanks for that.

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Your fan-fic was my inspiration to write my own tale of what happened for the elites after halo 3. It may seem similair but i want it to be different. Sorry if thats confusing but youll see. Im going to search for a picture right now.

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Restlessness You will read this fic.
Blood Ties its a sweet fic.

i know how you can explain it. It is...... similaraly different.

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OK, the pictures been put up.

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Restlessness You will read this fic.
Blood Ties its a sweet fic.

wow that looks cool, did you make it?

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no, all my pictures i find on google and yahoo. It may take awhile but the pictures add a flair.

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Restlessness You will read this fic.
Blood Ties its a sweet fic.

well that one you got is probably the best non made one that i have ever seen on here!

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ya, the forums are pretty dull today. Are me and you the only ones online in the halo verse section.

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Restlessness You will read this fic.
Blood Ties its a sweet fic.

seems like it, it sure does feel lonely. But i got a can of beer so im content.

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lol, what i really want is for a fan-fic contest to start again. I think it would be cool to see how far one of my fics gets in there.

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Restlessness You will read this fic.
Blood Ties its a sweet fic.

Yeah i was just thinking about that, that or something like fan fic of the month.

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Well we could make a fan-fic of the month post right now. Maybe we could be one of those people whos post gets pinned. Ive always wanted to be someone to always be at the top of the forums.

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Restlessness You will read this fic.
Blood Ties its a sweet fic.

lol now thats what i'd call staying on top of things hahaha im so funny, yeah right. Anyway we should make one, loads of people would support it.

 

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Do you want to post it or me.

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Restlessness You will read this fic.
Blood Ties its a sweet fic.