Monday, January 03, 2005

"Chief! Glad you could make it! Been holding position here all morning, waiting for someone to come get us." The Master Chief looked at a Grunt on the floor. He booted it halfway across the field, looked up, and said, "I know."

*Back on Earth, New Manhattan, American protectorate, military calendar 18 October 2552*

Master Chief, the Spartan 377, strode down the corridor, en route to the briefing room for his new mission. Heads turned as he passed them. He already knew what would be stated. It was all the same, loads of military jargon like star charts, galaxies and other stuff that played no part in helping him keep his helmet on in an actual battlefield situation. The only place he did not feel anything against was the bunk, where he could get some much-needed rest; he hadn't slept for about three weeks. However, this time he just had to listen, as he would be going on a trip to a place where the Covenant would never expect to find him. The Covenant Holy City of High Charity.

*High Charity, near Delta Halo, military calendar 02 November 2552*

A drop pod streaked in across the purple 'sky' of High Charity, having plowed through the rock cover to reach the interior of the giant satellite. A pair of Grunts sitting in a corner pointed at it, and chattered excitedly in the alien tongue of the Unggoy. As it got bigger and bigger, the two Grunts suddenly realised what it was and, yelping, ran out of the courtyard. Seconds after, the drop pod crashed down right where the two Unggoy had been, obliterating the surrounding surface. The door popped open, and a pair of green boots stepped out. The Chief was back, and with a BR99 in hand, he strode to the door in the corner, opened it, and stepped into the unknown beyond.

m_ho returning to base at 6:19 pm

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