I decided to write a halo story, based on the Forrunners, like 900,000 years ago. here it is.
“Shoot them! Shoot them!”
“Sir! We can’t hold them off much longer. I suggest that we evac, right now, before they overwhelm us.”
“That’s not an option. There are a lot of people in the damned city behind us, and we need to make sure nothing breaks through this wall until everyone is out of the city! Is that clear, soldier?”
“yes sir.”
General Shooka hadn’t wanted to defend this city…this whole planet from the flood. The little infection forms had taken control of a cargo ship, landed in a valley, and now this 20 meter high, titanium wall was the only thing protecting the city, Trite, from the overwhelming flood. Sure, ever since their race had found creatures on other planets, bluntly called aliens, they’re had been war. The city was armed well enough, to withstand a full garrison of troops, but the flood were so different. Instead of blind killing, they would sneak up behind you, attack you, and within hours, you would be another half-dead corpse, added to their great army. The Flood were a perfect example of imperialism.
Personally, he would rather have faced an army of one Billion of the greatest warriors, instead on the 3,000 flood he was facing. He couldn’t understand them, and they threw themselves into battle, without a thought about it, which went against all of his own military training. When the flood was discovered, 20 years ago, it warped his way of thinking. He expected strategy, and for the other side to want to live.
But the flood had no order, no strategy, no leader that he knew of. No want, or need to live. Only to kill. And in a weird way, it made them stronger, and Harder to kill. The sheer knowledge that the opponent wasn’t afraid, and wouldn’t stop made them very impending. Of course, the fact that they were resilient to pain, obtained superb strength once they were infected, along with terrorizing whips for close quarters combat, made them that much more hard to kill. He had seen a combat form’s spine broken, both it’s arms shot off, along with it’s head, and shot twice by a sniper, and it still continued it’s attack by using it’s legs. Yet one scatter gun blast into it’s chest cavity seemed put it down for good.
Just as General Shooka was thinking about this, an infection form leaped off it’s hundreds of tentacle-like legs. Shooka moved and the infection form landed, just in time for the general’s plasma pistol’s bolt to catch it, and pop it. The green blood it would usually shoot into the victim’s body to make it even more corpse like, exploded, and covered him, along with his hastily set up tent.
That was enough. Time to drop the nuclear bomb, evac, and hope most of the people in the city had evacuated as well. He gave the order over his UVT radio, and felt his body swarm into a million pieces, only to be put back together again inside his own Flagship. The feeling of disorientation, and unexplainable anger washed over him for what must have been the thousandth time.
He was inside his office. A lightly lit room, with control screens taking up most of the walls. He went to one, touched a button, and saw on the forward camera #7, the dropship slowing down, dropping the bomb, and accelerating again, to 400 kilometers per hour. He then touched another button, and the screen switched to Forward camera #13, to see the bomb falling, and hitting the ground. As he expected, it exploded, taking the flood, along with the entire city they fought so dearly to protect, away. He couldn’t stop looking at the giant mushroom-shaped cloud expanding. It reached the city. Buildings first swayed, then instantly fell. The level of destruction was huge. But it was one city to save the entire planet, and it had to be done.
General Shooka made his way to the bridge. It was put at the center of the ship, so that it would have to be bombarded to near scrap to stop the ship from fighting.
He found it with only one person in it. Where the hell were the other 15 crewmen, usually here?
“Narkel, put the shield up to 60% power, and give me a reading on how many people made it out of the city.”
“My estimates are around 378 thousand, Sir.”
Damn. More than one million people lived in that city. To only have had slightly more than one third evacuated was a pricey cost to have saved the rest of the planet. But he knew they weren’t safe anyway. What the flood wanted, the got, and he knew that the flood would find their way onto that planet, and many others like it, again. And once the flood toke control of the planet, then it would become a restricted area, and then glassed when it became too flood ridden, and couldn’t be saved. Then a giant plasma blast into the center of the planet would send shards the size of small moons skidding away, into the endless darkness of space.
“Sir!”
“Yes.” Shooka said, having been interrupted from his train of thought by Narkel.
“A flood controlled cruiser is dropping into orbit around the planet. I think they’re going to try and wipe us out, and continue onto the planet.
“Alright. Send out a hailing frequency to make sure that they’re flood. If you get no response within 2 minutes, open fire.
It was mind numbing how dumb the Flood seemed on the ground, yet took control of ships, and executed remarkable strategic moves. He knew why too. They would take control of captains, or the brightest on board, and made a giant, sometimes 10-meter high cocoon-like thing. It wouldn’t destroy the mind of the victim, but slowly tap into it, erase all non-vital pieces of the brain, like memories, and personalities, and soon, the brain itself would become the flood. It would then tell all other flood around it what to do, which is why they usually found them on the bridges of ships. It was horrifying, and made him hate being the captain of this ship, along with being a high ranking general.
“No response, Sir.”
“Alright…fire plasma cannons 1-5, and keep 6-10 charged, to 80% power, incase we need to fire again.
Suddenly, five super-heated bolts of blinding light streaked across space.
“Impact in 16 seconds, sir.”
“Thank you, corporal.”
And with that, Shooka saw five giant, blue bursts that melted away the hull, and exposing the ship to a vacuum. He saw five mini-tornadoes extruding from the ship as hundreds of flood, mostly bits and pieces of them, drifted into space.
“Damage report.” Shooka said.
“Around 20% of the ship, at minimal is uninhabitable, Sir”
“Good. Fire cannons 6-10 all at where the bridge is. Maybe we can kill the head controller, and-“
“Sir! They’re firing!”
“Shields up to 85%, double time the recharge of cannons 1-5, and after that, fire cannons 1-6 at where their bridge should be.”
“It’s going to take all of cannons 1-5, and three torpedoes to make it inside the hull of the ship, captain.”
“Do it.”
After around 20 seconds, he saw 8 different bolts fly from their ship, just as the flood’s impacted them. The shields flickered, and died. Each of their own bolts impacted the flood controlled ship one right after the other. A giant hole had been melted all the way threw the ship, as the metal glowed a bright red. Just then, a ninth, bright blue explosion, that seemed to come from inside the ship, engulfed it.
“Sir! I hit the main engines room, instead of the bridge. I should have remembered that all ships built within the last 3 years have their bridges more towards the front-“
“It’s okay, soldier. It got the job done, a lot better then what I had planned. Set course for the Endriies system via slipsteam.”
And with that, General Shooka went straight to his quarters for some well deserved R&R. The instant his head hit the pillow, he was asleep.
I doubt anyone read all that. It’s like, 3 pages on Microsoft word.
