A cloud of smoke emerges. The marine is lying on the floor. Blood. Lots, and lots of blood starts coming out of the marine. But. The marine stands up. He starts walking. His helmet falls over to the ground and uncovers his black hair. He continues walking. He hears shouting. He starts following it. He reaches the area of noice. He sees a very simmilar figure. What? It's the spartian!
Oh My God! He is back! But a blast between our heroes pushes them away from eachother. The covenant want us spreading out.
They spread out. They start going towards the sound of the plasma shots. The fog starts clearing up. The spartian notices a machine. A giant, crab-like machine.
This is going to be living hell.
Everyone knows about it.
HALO : CARGO BAY
CHAPTER 4 : SPREADING OUT
SPARTIAN 152 AND MARINE MARCO
DAY 2
"GUILTY SPARK 343"
That ain't what you want to hear... but that's what ill do.
The marine chatches up to the spartian. The marine notices the crab-like machine. "Looks kinda like a scarab." Says the marine. "I thinks it looks more like a scorpion." Says loudly the spartian. But the thing fires. Miss. The spartian starts shooting at it. He misses every shot. The spartian starts reloading but he is interupted by a shot from the machine. The marine shouts at the spartian : "Hey! This is how its done!" Pow, a shot from a leftover sniper rifle was fired from the marine. Ping, pam, woosh, the marine misses his shot. The spartian reloads. The spartian tries again, but this time, he uses his throw-gun. Boom. The shell lands on him. The spartian whips out his pistol and shoots the shell. Kaboom. A giant explosion. "WHAT THE *cough* F**K DID YOU PUT IN THAT SHELL?" asks the marine. "Nitroglicerine with a lot of pressure." Answers the spartian. The giant mech is now destroyed. Out of the mech a purple and blue elite. The elite is dusty. "*cough, cough* Eghh. Oh f**k. You're still alive." Says the elite worryingly. The elite runs away. They shrug it off.
The fog starts clearing up. "Hey. Do you see that ship?" Says the marine.
A ship is now visible because the fog cleared up. "Oh yeah... wait... that's not a ship, that's a banshee!" Screams the spartian. The banshee rises up. A bunch of marines storm in and they notice the banshee. The banshee starts firing at the squad. The marine ducks down and starts to burst-fire at the flying vehicle. It takes some small hits, but nothing too serious. The spartian starts climbing on a near rock. He tries to jump at it and to kill the elite driving it, but he misses by a centimeter and falls to the ground. Splash! His armour starts regenerating. "S**t" muffles the spartian.
The spartian starts running at the banshee again and grabs a rock from the ground. He throws the rock at the vehicle. A dent appears on the banshee. The banshee boosts up and escapes.
"Shit. I guess we are fucked now."
The marine sits down onto the ground. The spartian sat down too, taking down his helmet.
"You know what, Marco?"
"What?"
"Was this useless?"
"Yes. Yes this was. Sorry."
"Oh okay. Goodbye then."
THE END?
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Halo : Cargo bay
Science FictionA story about the last spartian 3. At the pilliar of autumn he delivers packages to the cargo bay and sends them to earth, but one day the covenant attacked and he had to flee the ship onto the mysterious ring world, called Halo. What will happen to...
