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We have come from a place far from home Time long passed since we have seen the sun rise A place where peace can finally come A place where we can rest and laugh and sing and love once more
Halo: Ghosts of Onyx chapter 41
Me: I don't really like it when authors kill off a bunch of characters in a short time.
Every Halo author ever: Orly?
He had long ago learned to trust his instincts--and they nagged at him now. Something felt wrong. It was quiet, with only a hollow booming sound to disturb the otherwise perfect silence. He was close to something, he could feel it, but what?
The Chief descended the ramp. He arrived on the level spot at the bottom, and saw the hatch to his left. Weapon at the ready, he cautiously approached the metal barrier.
The door sensed his presence, slid open, and dumped a dead marine into his arms.
The Spartan felt his pulse quicken, as he bent slightly to catch the body before it fell to the ground. He held the MA5B one-handed and covered the room beyond as best as he could, searching for a target. Nothing.
He stepped forward, then spun on his heel and pointed the gun back the way he had come.
Damn it, it felt like eyes bored into the back of his head. Someone was watching him. He backed into the room, and the door slowly slid shut.
He lowered the body to the ground, then stepped away. He noticed a Marine helmet, and bent to pick it up. A name had been stenciled across the side. JENKINS.
The Spartan removed the camera's memory chip, slotted the device into one of the receptacles at the back of his own helmet, and watched the playback via a window on his HUD.
The picture was standard quality--which meant pretty awful. The picture bounced and jostled, and intermittent spots of static marred the image. It was pretty routine stuff at first, starting with the moment the doomed dropship touched down, and their arrival in front of the A-shaped structure.
He spooled ahead, and the video became more ominous after that, starting with the dead Elite, and growing even more uncomfortable as the team opened the final door and went inside. Not just any door, but the same one the Master Chief had passed only minutes before.
He was tempted to kill the video, back his way through the hatch, and scrub the mission, but he forced himself to continue watching as one of the Marines said something about a "...bad feeling." A badly garbled radio transmission came in, odd rustling noises were heard, a hatch gave way, and hundreds of fleshy balls rolled, danced, and hopped into the room.
This is when the screaming started., when the Master Chief heard Keyes say they were "surrounded," and saw the picture jerk as something hit Jenkins from behind, and the video snapped to black.
For the first time since parting company with the AI back in the Control Room, he wished that Cortana were with him. First, because she might understand what the hell was going on, but also because he had come to rely on her company, and suddenly felt very much alone.
-- Excerpt from The Flood, chapter eight.
I'm so glad that the Halo games aren't as gorey as the books because omg
There's people gettin' impaled by wood splinters
people exploding
blood everywhere
more people exploding
Chief beating Grunt's skulls in with his weapons
more freAKING EXPLODING BECAUSE OF FREAKING NEEDLERS.
Dat voice.