User:Sgt.johnson/Halo: Chronicles

Halo: Chronicles is a collection of shorts written by Sgt.johnson for his own enjoyment, as well as to improve his own writing. Any constructive criticism is appreciated, and should be left on the talk page as well as compliments and other comments. Enjoy!

Overrun
JANUARY 12, 2535 JERICHO VII, LAMBDA SERPENTIS SYSTEM

A quick turn, a sudden step, and a spray of gunfire. A spray of bright-blue blood appeared behind the little guy’s head, and he turned his attention to another of the berserkers.

It was like the mythical banzai charge that American combat troops experienced in the Pacific Theater; waves upon waves of fanatical enemies charging a foe that was on their last leg, despite the fact that the bodies continued to pile up on their side.

And the bodies did continue to pile up.

When he pulled the trigger on his assault rifle, it clicked empty. He dropped his rifle; the sling caught it mid-drop, and he quickly switched to his sidearm.

Just like he was trained to do, he fired two quick shots to the alien's chest, and a third to the head. Of course, he only really needed one round – these exploded when they impacted their target.

Another alien had flung itself over the wall of bodies, and Lance Corporal Dawes heard its battle cry, forcing an immediate reaction. He turned around; weapon at the ready, but it was no good now.

The alien, mask off, bared its teeth and dug its claws into Dawes' shoulders. He released a scream of pain and promptly attempted to head-butt the alien.

The alien reeled back, releasing its grip before catching a spray of seven-six-two rounds to the face. Dawes reached for his M6, and as he was dragged towards his unit’s corpsman he continued to fire on the massed waves of his enemy.

He ran out of ammunition, and quickly reloaded his assault rifle before letting loose with several bursts, dropping more grunts before the recoil became unbearable.

He was dropped onto his back, and he stared at the stars as his corpsman kneeled over him with a canister of biofoam.

"This will sting a little," he heard. "You'll be alright."

Bad thing was, he wasn’t going to be alright.

As the corpsman was injecting the biofoam into his wounds, he saw his head explode from a purple dart.

He then saw as his squad leader caught several plasma bolts to the side before being knocked over by several of the alien bastards.

He attempted to grab his assault rifle, but one of the other aliens had noticed his movement. That alien began its fanatical charge toward him before being dropped by a sudden – yet abruptly ended – spray of gunfire.

He continued to look around in a dazed state as the other members of his platoon were simply swarmed, and knew that he would be next.

He one-handed picked up his assault rifle and fired wildly, enough for the enemy to stagger back, but they soon regrouped. They encircled him, and as they did, he placed his rifle over his chest, crossed his arms, and looked up at the sky, and solemnly watched as one of the Covenant ships in high orbit exploded in a dazzling flash of light.

SPARTANs Can Die
JULY 27, 2531 VICTORIA, 111 TAURI SYSTEM

The lumbering man in green armor swiftly moved through the dense growth that had populated this forest. His other teammates were not far behind, but they had sent him ahead to find the exact position of their target: a rebel base. After reaching a small footpath, SPARTAN-013 looked around for any signs of threats, and clicked the green acknowledgement light meaning "clear".

After deciding that it would be dangerous to cross it here, he turned to his left and followed the side of the footpath until he heard a slight click.

SPARTAN-013 immediately halted his movement, and looked down for any sign of a wire.

There was none.

After carefully taking a knee, he tried to see what kind of mine it was. If it was anti-personnel, he would live. Anti-tank was more questionable. He prodded the ground with his knife, and he decided that it would be best to take off, placing his faith into the high-tech armor.

He lifted up his foot, and a second later he was catapulted into the air by the massive explosion, dying immediately from the shockwave.

After he heard the armor of the SPARTAN hit the ground with a thud, the young rebel took off from his position to observe his quarry.

"Hey, whaddya know? THEY CAN DIE!"