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Here you will find a fanfic of Halo. It is on fanfic.net, but here you will get exclusive chapters, character charts, an opportunity to chat with the author, and more!
Author’s note: This story is set before the first Halo game, the same time as the book, “The Fall of Reach” by Willam C. Dietz. Please enjoy this fanfic, knowing that only one character not from the games has been introduced.
The Master Chief slid a new clip into the assault rifle as a swarm of Grunts and Jackals flooded the encampment. He blinked, which flipped his navcom to all channels.
“Red One to all Teams, I could use a little help here…” The Master Chief said as he sent half a dozen armor-piercing rounds towards the Covenant.
“Roger that, Red One. We’re on our way,” replied SPARTAN-124 as he swung the strap of the MA5B Assault Rifle around his shoulder. He began running towards the Alpha Base, signaling to his comrades as he went. They had some Covenant butt to kick, and Marine lives to save.
The Master Chief squeezed off three rounds into a grunts chest, imploding his methane tanks that were essential to the gas-guzzler’s survival. The explosion slaughtered three Jackals, and the chunks of flesh from their comrades were enough to make the rest of the horde hesitate. This moment was enough for the Master Chief to mow them down with Assault rounds. The Master Chief heard a sound to his right, and turned to find an Elite, visor to visor. Instinctively, the Master Chief squeezed the trigger of the assault rifle at his hip, tearing the Elite apart at the waist.
SPARTAN-124, named Tom, swung around to face the swarm of Hunters that were flanking him and the rest of the Marines. A Marine’s body went flying past as the Hunter’s fuel rod cannon fired. Tom took out his pistol, dodged an oncoming Hunter, and shot three rounds into the Hunter’s back. A chunk of flesh went flying off to the right, revealing a hole in the Hunter’s back. The Hunter paused, which gave Tom enough time to bend down, and in one motion, sweep a frag grenade for his calf holster and pull the pin, then tossing it into the hole in the Hunter’s back. The Hunter blew up immediately. SPARTAN-125 spun around and instantly began putting armor-piercing rounds from his Assault Rifle into the nearest Hunter.
Master Chief ran sideways, firing his weapon into an Elite, who fell, and began engaging the other three Elites. A plasma shot from a plasma rifle sputtered on his shields, lowering them by 1/8. He dodged the plasma grenade heading his way, and returned the favor by throwing one of his own. The Elite desperately tried to take the grenade off of his chest, but with no avail. In two seconds, the Elite exploded in a flash of white light, slaughtering another Elite and severely injuring another. The Master Chief paused to put a new clip into his weapons, and aimed his assault rifle at the incoming Covenant dropship. It was going to be hard taking them by himself, but he had help coming soon, though he didn’t know it.
Tom and the remaining Marines, there were ten of them left, ran as fast as they could towards Alpha Base. He flipped on the combat channel of his navcom, then selecting the Master Chief, SPARTAN-117, from the available personal.
“Chief, the party has started.”
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