31 July 2010, 8:15 pm
The Master Chief was having a dream. Explosions dotted the sky as he drove his warthog at top speed to escape the exploding unfinished halo ring. Sentinels flew upon him, firing their lasers at him. Flood infection forms began climbing onto his wheels to heed his progress. Then, suddenly a tank form rose to him. Its elephant like legs could easily hold back the fast moving vehicle. Its droopy mouth with its red feathers stretched out toward him as it roared. Long tentacle like hands reached for the grill of the warthog. It spit out a group of infection forms. They tangled his wheels. “Shoot it, Arbiter!” He yelled toward the gunner seat in back. He looked back to find the Arbiter infected, holding a plasma rifle to his head. The Chief quickly knocked the gun out of his hands. Then the Arbiter took out his deadly plasma sword. Its sleek two-pronged design was menacing. The warthog swerved back and forth, dodging the tank form just barely. An explosion blew a sentinel to bits. The chief saw a bright white flash as the arbiter plunged the blade into his skull. He woke up in a base mess hall, an uneaten, cold plate of steak and potatoes in front of him. He looked at the plate in disgust. Then a soldier walked up to the spot where he was sitting. The soldier suddenly transformed into a human sized form of Cortana. “Wake up Chief,” she said, looking upon him with hope. That is when the cryotube opened. Cold still chilled him and freezer burn made him want to scratch his skin raw. However, he drifted to the holotank where Cortana was. She appeared before him.... Read More »
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