- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
no offense to any one and im not tring to pose this guys saga. i read it and that dude thats so cool. and the more i thought about what he said the more pictures of battles just started floating through my head. so with all do respect im going to take a crack at it to. and i do give him credit for the insperation. that person is elite hunter1206
Standing on a beach in south africa codenamed zanzibar the master cheif plans their next course of action with his fellow sparatans. Their mission to purge earth of the covie bastards. Already in doing this the sparatan numbers had been whiddled down from seventy-five to a precious few. While answering the questions of his fellow sparatans he contemplated where and why Dr. Hasley had taken Kelley from them and jumped to slip space to who knows where. Will brought his attention back to focus when he cried out over the channel.
"Sir we have got movment. its only 4. Possibly a patrol."
Deciding on the best course of action the mc replies,
"Will get Linda to post on top of the encapment. But dont give away our posission. We will only engage them when they cross the meat grinder. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir"
The mc was going to be prepared how ever unlickely that an attack did come thats why he placed a network of Antillian mines in the valley to the north. If they can make it through that our meat grinder than they deserve a crack at a couple of us. Two min later he felt rather than heard the subsonic wham of that antillian mines going off.
"Linda, i want a headcount."
"Roger that cheif i see 1...2...3...and wait.Will u said there was 4 i only 3. O wait there he is hes... whats that little pad. Chief im going to send you an uplink."
In the top right hand corner of his hood a little window displayed a rather big lookin radio. Or thats what it apeared to the mc.
"Chief", said a voice rather in his head than through the speakers,"It appears t be a radio of some kind. Hold on detecting a narrow beam transmission. Chief its the same message reapeating over and over. The infedels are here 160 degrees north and 96 degrees west."
"roger that cortana. Linda take him out." just as he had finised out he heard the short strained sound of a sniper rifle. In the uplink he saw what looked like a grunt's hand on the radio and what looked like a bluish blood with grey chuncks slpattered on the screen of the radio. He could only assume it was brain but it didnt really matter to him as long as he couldnt get up and fight his team.
The master cheif only had a few scant seconds to tell linda to get inside the complex before the the covenant's purpilish drop ship floated over their encampment and began its hellish fire to clear a drop zone.
Thats all for now i have to get readdy for football conditioning. Tell me if it was good and if i should finish it or not.