- Pink Menace
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It was a cold day near the southern base in Blood Gulch. Cortana and I were relaxing over a game of Go Fish, WHEN OUT OF NO WHERE 700 BANSHEES CAME FLYING IN!!! I GRABED MY SPARTAN LASER AND LET HELL REIGN DOWN UPON THEM. I HOPPED IN THE NEAREST WARTHOG AND TOLD CORTANA TO GET IN.
Well, I'm really bored, so read my futile/laughable attempt at fanfic. Some of the names suck, I know. I'm bored and tired.
Location: Unnamed Canyon, Desert of the Gods, Delta Halo
Johnson stepped over the mutilated corpse of a dead Brute. He stared at his empty Battle Rifle, dropped it, and hefted the large Brute Shot laying on the floor.
"Arbiter," he called. "We're still alive, but not by a lot. We got about 130 Grunts, 50 Elites, and 17 Hunters left."
The Arbiter sighed. "Still no sign of reinforcements?"
"Nope, and we shouldn't expect any. Bet hey, were gonna be fine."The Arbiter, Johnson and their troops had been marooned on Delta Halo for nearly a month now, and the Prophets seemed set on their anniahlation. They had managed to find a cliff face that would cover them for the most part. It was dry, hot and dusty, but that didn't phase the Arbiters troops. Wave after wave of Brutes, Jackals, and Drones had been sent at them, but the Arbiters' battle hardened troops had pulled through. Now, however, he had a perilously small group of his Covenant brethren left, and most of them were wounded. They had killed thousands of enemies and still no aid had arrived, despite the daily messages they sent to the last Elite-held Supercarrier, which was holding orbit around the planet Haven in the same Solar System as Delta Halo.
"Enemies!" the Arbiter heard a Grunt cry out.
"Prepare for battle!" The Arbitor shouted.
He grabbed two unassembled Plasma Cannons and handed each to the two Grunts at his side.
"Their attackin' in standard formation. Vultures up front, Apes in back, and the bugs givin' them air support." Johnson reported.
A Brute Shot grenade rocketed by, impacting an unmanned Stationary Turret behind them.
Johnson raised the Brute Shot he was weilding, aimed, and fired. Two Jackals fell dead to the ground.
"Unggoy, assemble behind the barricade!" The Arbiter shouted. The Grunts obeyed immediatly, assembling with their methane tanks to the barricade, their faces looking at the Arbiter. Behind him his Sangheili were fighting off the Brutes that the trio of Phantom had dropped off.
They had created the fortification out of downed Wraiths, Phantoms, and Shadows. They would hold, but not against anything as powerful as a sustained bombardment from Phantoms or Wraiths. They had a canyon surrounding them on three sides, their wall covering the fourth.
The Arbiter began to speak.
"My loyal Unggoy, we must destroy the heretics! On my signal, throw all of your Plasma grenades at the largest pack of heretics you can find."
"Yessir!" The Grunts replied enthusiastically as they each grabbed a Plasma grenade out of the barrel that was being passed down the line.
"Now!" The Arbiter shouted. Hundreds of Plasma grenades flew through the air, lighting up the dark canyon. They instantly adheared to anything they stuck to- armor or skin alike. Brutes and Jackals cried out in pain as the plasma boiled away their armor and melted their flesh.
"Fire at will!" The Arbiter bellowed...
Well, although it probably sucked, I might follow it up with something. Feel free to do some constructive critism.
[Edited on 12/12/2004 7:05:30 PM]