- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
heres the 1rst half
Battle Of Zanzibar
The Battle-Narrator strongly Sais “Assault”. This is a four Vs. four Assault map, with all weapons on. The players have been split up into Spartans and Elites. The Spartans will have to Infiltrate The Elites base via boarding room. The Base is heavily guarded, but it is possible to breach with teamwork, speed, stealth, and sheer power. We will se the Battle Between the eyes of Our Well Known Spartan, The Master Chief, and our less know counter-part Zuka Zamzee, of the Great Covenant. There is no Time limit and 1 score point, its not over until one of the lead units are killed. So, to get started, lets start with the Master Chief as he is spawned on the beach.
Jon doesn’t quite know why he’s here, but all he has is his instinct to grab the elite’s flag, and return it to the beach. Around him he sees two other Spartans. Fred, and Joshua. He noticed the Battle rifle in his hand. Good choice he thought. He said, “ Lets lock and load Spartans, Move out!” The 3 Spartans shifted across the beach, like sharks in the sea. So far no enemy’s were sighted, yet he knew that it would be a tough fight ahead. He spoke in his internal speakers and told the others to split up, and neutralize all targets. As the master chief made his way into a dark room, Fred jumped in a ghost, and sped off into the inner corridor of the compound. As he veered around the corner, he accidentally clipped a
Elite in the back killing it instantly. Fred maliciously grinned in his helmet…
Zuka Zamzee had found himself on a cement sniping platform. He scanned around and found a Beam Rifle lying on the hard cement plating. He picked it up and charged the Inner Plasma core. The rifle made a satisfying groaning sound. He met up with one of his brothers named Sena Xenarl. Sena held two plasma pistols in his vice grips. Zuka Grumbled a deep thrilling moan when he was suddenly hit by one of those blasted human snipers. His shield was at minimum. One more hit and he would have been Jackal food. He contemplated his action, and proceeded back to the sniping tower. This time around he picked up 2 fragmentation grenades. He told Sena to go around the left and flank out the humans position. As Sena went around he went back to the door entrance he had previously been to. This time he was ready. Sena Fired his plasma pistols rapidly at the Spartan.
Its shield weakened to a minimal. Just then Zuka rolled out of the doorway and took position under the metal staircase. He charged his Beam, and let loose 3 crushing blast. The Spartan hadn’t seen him, yet his shot had seen the target. 2 of the shots landed dead on the Spartans head, crisping it instantaneously. He Powerfully yelled a “Wart, Wart, Wart!”
The master chief now was entering the west part of the complex. He ad just heard an echo of Plasma fire, ripple through the ground. He sensed trouble ahead. While he was walking through the corridor, he spied a solo elite, quietly sneaking through an underground passage. He had to be extra cautious, this baby was wielding a shotgun, and at this range, one shot positioned correctly could take him out in 1 shot. He gripped his battle rifle and unloaded 3 shots above the elite to confuse it. The chief then darted back into the shadows. The enemy was unaware of his position, and started scouting the perimeter, gun in hand. The Chief inched closer toward the unsuspecting elite. He grabbed a plasma grenade from his utility belt, and gracefully hurled it towards his nemesis. The arc was true, and it had landed on the elites back. It was destiny now, as the grenade fused to the elites armor. The scrutiny of the realization of death was inevitable. The master chief heard one last roar, then a cluster of splats, and explosions. The elites own grenades must have detonated as his own had. He then relentlessly ran into the inward area of the complex.
Zuka Zamzee was now heading out of the complex. As he searched he found what looked like a drawbridge to the central windmill. He gracefully jumped 8 feet vertically to the platform of the bridge. It looked old and rusted. He examined it if there was a lowering mechanism. Nothing. So he improvised. One power-full drop kick landed the bridge with a metallic crash. He then picked himself up and made his way to the center of the mill. To his surprise, there was a great weapon laing in wait for his blessed hands. The plasma sword, one of the pride defenses for a worthy elite. He stashed away his Beam rifle on his back, and handed the sword in his right hand. As he activated it he could feel its crisp power vibrate through the grips of its demise.