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Subject: (Story) Halo: The Second War (Chapter One Up!)

There once was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died.

The end.

SCFH

Prologue: This Story takes place in the year 2570, 18 years after the Human-Covenant War. The Covenant has reassembled their army. The Elites are back with the Covenant. The UNSC has founded other Colonies, one of them is a large outer colony named "Maeko". It is where the story begins. It also happenes to be home to the new "Spartan IV Project." Now the UNSC must defeat the Covenant again. And now with the Elites back with the Covenant, it will be another long and bloody war.

Chapter One - Flashback

"The Navy put up a good fight." Captain said.

"They sure did take a beating though. The whole fleet was nearly destroyed." Sergeant replied.

"They got the job done. That's all we needed."

"The Covenant will be back soon enough."

"We'll be ready this time. Last time we weren't, humanity was almost destroyed." Dallas smirked.

"Yea, but we ended up winning the war. Show some respect Dallas." Reed spoke up.

The room was dark. It was silent except for the buzzing of the holo-table.

"Sergeant McCormick, the Covenant was looking for something outside the city. That's why they didn't dedicate so many ships to the battle."

"What were they looking for?"

"That's what we are trying to find out. Whatever it is, they will use it against us."

"So, that means..." Reed began but was cut off by Captain.

"Covenant forces have captured Hotel Bravo, a supply base near the Covenant search site. Eliminate all Covenant forces, take back the base, and find out what the Covenant is looking for. "

"Understood, Captain.

"Excellent. You know what to do. Good luck."

"You heard the man, squad. Lets go kick some ass."

"Hell yeah!" The squad said in unison.

Sergeant McCormick's squad went back to their quarters to prepare for the mission. Palmer loaded up his MA5B and Magnum, and took out his switchblade. Palmer stared at it with pride. The switchblade was a symbol of his past. It killed things, but it also saved his life before.

Then it all came back to him.

Palmer ran through the streets of Chicago. It was nighttime, and fire filled the sky. Civilians were scattered and screaming everywhere in the city as Covenant phantoms and banshees raced in the sky. Everyone was in shock, terror, and bewilderment.

The 16-year-old teenager finally arrived at his home. Breathing heavily, he slammed the door opened. He ran throughout the house in search for any signs of his family.

"Mom? Dad? Chris?" Palmer yelled frantically. He had one last glimpse of hope as he opened the door to his parent's room. And then all his hope was lost.

There, by the bed, stood a Golden Elite - A Zealot. It grasped his father's neck in one hand with a sword secured in the other. The Zealot sneered as he impaled him with the sword. The father made a faint "Ah!" and then slowly, his head tilted and his eyes closed. He was dead. There was no doubt.

Palmer stood motionless at the doorway as the body fell to the floor besides his mother's. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. Time stopped. Time was nothing.

The Elite immediately saw Palmer and approached him, cornering Palmer at the wall. Palmer made a desperate escape but was swiped by the neck. He was in a death grip.

The two stared at each other for a long time. The silence was broken when Palmer spoke up with courage.

"Well, if you're gonna kill me, then do it. Don't waste my time." He sniffed and looked down at his parent's dead bodies. "You already killed them."

The Elite pondered the statement.

"Very well, boy. You death is the will of the Prophets." The Elite said honorably and prepared to lunge his sword. But that's exactly what palmer wanted.

He had a switchblade that he carried with him. He quickly took it from his pocket and stabbed the Zealot in the neck. The Elite let go of both him and the sword while he stumbled back in pain. Palmer picked up the sword with two hands. It was heavy, but Palmer was strong. He injected the sword into the Elite, who never saw it coming.

The foe fell back. He was dead. Palmer survived. But his parents didn't.

He suddenly heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and pointed his blade in the direction of the doorway. He was greatly relieved to see his older brother and a squad of Marines there.

"Chris!" Palmer said in joy and ran over to him, relieved to see his brother still alive. Chris and the Marines looked at the dead Elite, and his parents.

"Oh, god, no." Chris said in sorrow, looking at his parent's dead bodies. The leader of the squad looked down at the boys. "I'm sorry, son." The Marines went over to the dead Elite and inspected it while the two brothers were escorted out of the city...


Sergeant smacked Palmer in the shoulder. "Let's go, kid. We got some ass kickin' to do."

Palmer blinked a few times until he remembered what he had to do. He let go of the memory and placed the switchblade back in its holster. If it weren't for that blade, he would be dead. He followed his squad to the Pelican. A Long War was ahead of him. And it barely even started.

"Here we go again."

  • 05.03.2010 12:57 PM PDT

This doesn't make sense. Why would the Elites rejoin the Covenant? They know the Great Journey is false, and they all hate the Prophets. At least give an explanation.

  • 05.03.2010 1:00 PM PDT

How'd you find me?

I agree with Wolvers, but still, that was a pretty good story.

  • 05.04.2010 2:31 PM PDT