User:MasterGreen999/Halo: Contamination

Hi, everyone! School started about 3 weeks ago for me, and this is the first chance I've gotten ton the computer to get back on the site. So, here I am. This is the final part of the fanon, and I hope you like it. And also, plz give comments and criticism on the talk page when you're finished. If I start a new fanon, I want it to be even better than this one.

Rated PG-13 for Violence, Blood and Gore, and Language

dramatis personae
Humans
 * SPARTAN-007 CJ; Vice Admiral, Supreme Commander of UNSC forces
 * SPARTAN-117 John; SPARTAN super-soldier, leader of Blue Team
 * SPARTAN-099 Mark; SPARTAN super-soldier, member of Hammer Team
 * SPARTAN-128 Donna; SPARTAN super-soldier, member of Hammer Team
 * SPARTAN-150 Cody; SPARTAN super-soldier, leader of Hammer Team
 * Fred; SPARTAN super-soldier, member of Blue Team
 * Linda; SPARTAN super-soldier, member of Blue Team
 * Kelly; SPARTAN super-soldier, member of Blue Team
 * Lieutenant Colonel Avery A.J. Johnson, second-in-command of UNSC forces
 * General Carl Parkins, POW detained on High Charity

Covenant

Loyalists:


 * Noble Prophet of Truth, Monarch of the Covenant
 * Dargon, Brute Supreme Chieftan
 * Mammothine, Brute Vice Chieftan
 * Kinth'Or, Jackal Pack Leader

Separatists:


 * Supreme Admiral, Monarch of the Covenant Separatists
 * Rtas 'Vadum, Traitorous Second-in-command
 * Dundoon, Unggoy Councilor
 * Ssfa 'Jcor, Sangheili Imperial Admiral
 * Ark 'Nahum, Sangheili Field Master
 * Gaul 'Nahum, Sangheili SpecOps Officer

Forerunner:


 * 343 Guilty Spark
 * 2401 Penitent Tangent

Prologue
Truth knew it. The Covenant as a whole knew it. The heretics and humans were coming. It was time for war.

Over the last few weeks, the Human-Covenant war had completely shifted gears; from the Covenant on the brink of victory, now teetering, ready to collapse. Truth had had enough.

''This is where they die. I shall end this today.''

Truth would get his chance soon enough. As Monarch of the Covenant, he knew everything. If it was known by his subjects, it was known by him. It was the way of the Prophets to be all-knowing, and to keep his civilization from falling, he would need to keep that disguise well.

All of High Charity was on the edge of its seat, as they anxiously, and nervously awaited the arrival of the Human-Separatist alliance. One way or another, this war was about to end.

Finally, the wait ended. A massive white rip in space larger than the planet High Charity orbited appeared, and through it came more ships than could be imagined. If the Covenant had a fleet this large, the entire war would have ended in days, not years. A COMM channel hailed Truth, and he granted it access. The face of a SPARTAN-demon appeared on a screen in front of him.

"Truth, you can't win. Surrender now, and we promise you and your people will be spared."

"I will not surrender to heretics such as yourselves! That is a worse fate than death."

The demon sighed. "Somehow I knew you were going to say that. Very well, then. Keep in mind that we gave you a chance to surrender. Remember it for all the time you have left."

The screen shrunk and disappeared. Truth wondered if he had made the right choice, but immediately corrected himself for such heretical thoughts, and gave the order to send the fleet to engage.

The final battle had begun, and it would not be pretty.