- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
I'll begin my story by setting you a scene.
It's the end of the Two Betrayals, and you're coming up against the enemy covenant forces. You take aim with your sniper, and pick off as many as you can see on your scope, but they just keep coming. You fire again and again, the sickening blue blood smeared everywhere on the snow as you keep launching your relentless attack. Suddenly, your sniper runs dry, and you hear an all too familiar clicking sound as a signal to change weapons.
You curse and toss the sniper rifle to the side, and whip out your trusty rocket launcher. Taking careful aim, you launch a shot at the Wraiths down the other end of the valley, but they spot it and dodge out of the way. You manage to keep your cool and fire off another shot, hitting home on one wraith, but it doesn't destroy it. You go to reload and- DAMN! You're out of ammo once more. The only choice left to you is to go in on a direct assault on your enemy, blood dry. You take a deep breath, and steel yourself for the suicidal run.
Roaring at the top of your lungs, you leap off your sniper position and strike down the first grunt in your path. With a sharp yell of suprise, he gives to your blow, and crumples in a heap to the ground. Filled with a raging passion within, you continue on, stuck now in your mindless slaughter of the enemy. As you come over the next pass, a Jackal comes out and slams you hard, throwing you off balance as you reel towards a nearby tree. With a split-second decision, you drop down into a shoulder roll and regain your feet to take on the Jackal. An all-too-familiar green glow washes over the snow as the soft hum of the Jackal's Plasma Pistol taunts you from behind.
You only have one chance to survive.
As quickly as it took you to realise the danger, you drop to your feet and swing your arms around in an arc. The jackal lets out a yelp of suprise as you latch onto its legs and bring it to the ground, as you reach back and grab the nearest object - a rock. Without hesitation, you bring it down hard onto the Jackal's skull, as it cries its last cry. In an instant, it's over, and as you lie there in the mess of blood and plasma fuel, you realise what you were originally doing. Your team had all been killed in a covenant ambush, and you had no means of escape - so you decided to take out as many as possible before you went out too. You get back to your feet and head over the next hill, to the battlefield below--
--and see an aircraft of some sort. Filled with a new hope, you prepare for the run, when suddenly the roar of a Wraith's Engine comes up from the left of you. You dive to the side just in time to avoid a plasma mortar, and wonder how the hell you're going to take on a Wraith with no weapons. As you scan the surrounding area for any sort of weapon, the Wraith begins to round up and prepare for its next strike - and this one will be more accurate. You desperately search for something to defend yourself with - but come up empty handed. You have to means of survival at your disposal, and a massive covenant tank is about to take you out, once and for all. The whirring generator inside the Wraith powers up to a dull roar, and it shakes with the force of the strike it's about to launch on you. No choice left, you face your own fate, and throw your arms up reflexively. The Wraith reaches the peak of its energy, and fires.
An almighty explosion washes over you amidst a wave of heat, but you're not dead. Curiously, you move your arms down, and see the charred remains of a Wraith in front of you. From your left comes a scream of what could only be anguish, as the driver of the other Wraith realises that he had just hit his own teammate.
This, my friends, is a (somewhat talked up) true story. I was playing on Two Betrayals, with no ammo, and ran in to start bashing the Wraith with my fists, when suddenly a blue bolt came from my left and blasted it sky high. I jumped right into the banshee and flew away laughing, and left behind the chaos the covenant had caused themselves.
The End. =p