Episode 3: Autumm - Chapter 3
Cold, dark, dank, and depressing. This was the place. This was where the Holy Spirit rebel base was located. “Why did they have to pick out the most unpleasant shit hole to put their goddamn base in?” exclaimed Evan.
“Quiet, Spartan,” said Anne. “We have a long day’s work ahead of us.” The Spartans stood their on a large cliff inside of a gigantic cavern.
Evan kneeled down, took out his sniper rifle, and surveyed the area. “It looks pretty well guarded,” reported Evan. The building itself was like an enormous castle. It was obviously of Forerunner architecture, which means that the Holy Spirit took it over a long time ago. “A few Jackals on the sniper towers, some Elite chieftains guarding the front gates, and a couple of grunt camps.”
Jack took out his rappel kit, rigged it up, and lowered everyone down before he climbed down himself. “Are we all here?” asked Jack. The rest of the Spartans’ status lights winked green. “Good. C’mon, it’s quite a distance to the base. My GPS reads about 13 kilometers of enemy camps, bloodthirsty Jackals, and giant crevasses. We better get started.”
They started off through the dark cave, keeping a watchful eye on their radar, viewing their surroundings for anything that moved. “They’ve got this whole place to themselves,” explained David. “They could ambush us at anytime, anywhere. I could probably hack into their databases remotely, but we’ll have to get a few kilometers closer.”
The cave was enormous, there were several small trenches along the way, and it was actually well lit; the rebel base was literally glowing.
The Spartans were nearing a camp. In the jungle, the camps were small, temporary set-up with a few tents for shelter at most, but here, where it was the rebels’ domain, each camp was a medium sized building, even with a garage.
“Man,” exclaimed Jack. “They look like they’re planning to stay for a while!”
“I’m gonna go scout out,” said Carmine. “Expect the camp to be cleared up in, oh, say about 12 seconds.” He headed off into the darkness. Each rebel had a personal light strapped to them; unfortunately for them. The Spartans saw one light fall off the edge of the building, and then another. All of a sudden, a group of lights grouped together near the garage, when the Spartans heard a loud bang! and the lights went out. “Okay guys, coast is clear!”
When the Spartans got lucky: inside the garage was a makeshift “Specter”, or at least that’s what it was based off of. A pile of tubes, engines, gravity lifts, seats, and even a turret fastened to the top, all covered in random plates from destroyed covenant vehicles; this was what the Spartans were travelling in. “Shotgun!” said Evan. “Jack, I assume you’re gonna drive the, the uh… Cave Buggy?”
“Cave Buggy?” puzzled Jack.
“It’s the best I could think of. Anyway, let’s go!” The Spartans got into the ersatz vehicle, and Jack started it up.
“Whew, the things got a kick to it!” yelled Jack over the loud engine. “I can already tell we’re not going for the stealth approach if we keep drivin’ this thing around! Hey Vic, how’s the turret working out?” Victor fired off a few shots.
“Works like a charm!” yelled Victor. “Let’s get moving!” And with that, the Spartans set off into the dark abyss.
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Victus Papilla was having a bad day today. The little Unggoy had witness the death of many of his brethren. Maybe this was a bad idea; no, he must stay true to his rebel cause. He never liked delivering bad news. When the Shangheili got mad, they were really scary.
He had been travelling on foot, cautiously avoiding the pack of demons. He was smart, he knew how to mess with their radar systems. Those evil demons would not destroy the rebellion; it was all up to him.
He came up to the crevasse, and peered down into it. Though it was difficult to make out, he could see movement, he could see the evil glow of their visors. One of his brothers told him that the reason they hide their faces is because of how hideous they are. He had to get to Krivoverac quickly, he had to tell him that the demons were invading. Maybe he could fashion a portal device. He went back to the camp. Yes, there was definitely enough supplies for that. The little creature got to work.
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The Spartans were doing well in their Cave Buggy. Victor did a good job of shooting any enemy that they passed along the way. Every once in a while, when they came across a trench, they improvised, using explosives on stalagmites and making bridges. At every camp they came across, Carmine swiftly took out its inhabitants, and they moved on.
“Man, this is too easy,” said Evan. “I could do this all day.”
“We have been doing this all day,” said Anne. “This cave is huge, but we’re getting close to the base. Just a few more kilo-“ blam! They heard a huge explosion. A huge hole was tearing up the ceiling of the cave, and everything near the explosion was blown away, and evaporated soon after.
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Victus had collected everything he needed for the device. He tied it up with some stripped tree bark and dragged it with him until he got inside the crevasse. He set it up on a the large cliff that hung over the inside cave. The portal device had to charge up. He looked around and thought were to fire the portal. He found it: A large overhanging glass room, in the center of the cave ceiling,. A large hallway coming from the base, connected to the ceiling, connected to the large room; this was where Krivoverac was.
The device was all charged up, and he got ready to fire. “This better work, or we all die!” whispered Victus, as he fired the device. As it fired, it appeared as a large glowing plasma ball, soaring through the air. As he thought, it went through the glass and onto the ceiling of the room, but something went wrong: when the portal opened up into the ceiling, it sent a huge shockwave through the rook, and shattered the glass beneath, sending several rebels down with it.
“Oh no, master!” cried Victus to himself. He took out a scope he had picked up earlier. He saw Krivoverac hanging on to the edge of the glass floor for dear life. “I better charge it up again, I need to save the master!” The Unggoy started up the machine again. To his horror, he saw that it would take several hours to get it ready again. He had to find more supplies for a smaller portal gun while the device was charging up. And off to the jungle he went.
