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Halo : The Johnson Chronicles
Halo
The Johnson Chronicles
Chapter 1
The Johnson Chronicles
Chapter 1
The Warthog shook and rocked as it sped away from the Covenant pursuers. Young Private Johnson drove the vehicle quickly. Rushing to get to the outpost about 10 miles away down the rivers edge. He was being chased by three covenant ghost,and he had a wounded soldier in the passengers seat. "Damn!" the greenhorn yelled. The man had been shot in the arm and leg repeatedly by a brute spiker. Blood leaked from the wound as the soldier laid his hand over it to try and stop the bleeding. A plasma bolt sped pass Johnson head. "What the-?" he looked back. The enemy was firing at them. Johnson quickly turned sharp to the left, to enter the woods. Suddenly, another ghost emerged the from where he was heading. The Warthog spun around and stopped dead in the road.
The two Ghosts circled him, and he grabbed a grenade from the wounded greenhorn by his side. He pulled the grenade pick and threw it towards a ghost. The Grunt driving must of not been to smart, since got out and picked up the grenade and tried to throw it back. To late. there was loud explosion, and blood was splattered on the hood of the Ghost. The other three Ghost caught up...Johnson was surrounded, and he had two grenades and an Assault Rifle with half ammo. The soldier by his side yelled in pain, and ran out of the Warthog and tried to run. The ghost took fire and Johnson jumped out in the way.
Three plasma bolts caught him in the chest. Both soldiers were on the ground and Johnson's chest was severely burned. He quickly grabbed the rifle by his side, he shot the elite driving the ghost in the side of the head. He then threw (literally) the soldier into the Warthog and he jumped on the turret. He unloaded on the three ghost facing him. He took one out, while the others fired at him. He got hit two more times in the leg, and he dropped to one knee. He continued his fire. He leaped from the back of the Warthog out onto the ghost and kicked the brute driving it out. He then tail whipped the Brute in the chest and it dropped dead. He then sped towards the other ghost. then the ghost charged at him. The two vehicles were a foot away when he jumped out and dove to the ground. The two ghost collided and blew up in a burst of blue flame.
Johnson laid on the ground, clutching his chest. The wounded soldier staggered out of the Warthog and limped over to his leader. They laid next to each other and closed their eyes. A few minuets later, they heard a loud noise, Johnson leaped up in surprise and pain and looked up. A Pelican was landing right by them, a fellow marine waving to them. A group of medical specialist ran over to the two men, and helped them over to the bird. "Nice one mate" the marine said. Johnson smiled and sat down in the seat. The greenhorn who was with him was passed out in the seat across him. They took off in matter of seconds and flew back to the outpost.
The two Ghosts circled him, and he grabbed a grenade from the wounded greenhorn by his side. He pulled the grenade pick and threw it towards a ghost. The Grunt driving must of not been to smart, since got out and picked up the grenade and tried to throw it back. To late. there was loud explosion, and blood was splattered on the hood of the Ghost. The other three Ghost caught up...Johnson was surrounded, and he had two grenades and an Assault Rifle with half ammo. The soldier by his side yelled in pain, and ran out of the Warthog and tried to run. The ghost took fire and Johnson jumped out in the way.
Three plasma bolts caught him in the chest. Both soldiers were on the ground and Johnson's chest was severely burned. He quickly grabbed the rifle by his side, he shot the elite driving the ghost in the side of the head. He then threw (literally) the soldier into the Warthog and he jumped on the turret. He unloaded on the three ghost facing him. He took one out, while the others fired at him. He got hit two more times in the leg, and he dropped to one knee. He continued his fire. He leaped from the back of the Warthog out onto the ghost and kicked the brute driving it out. He then tail whipped the Brute in the chest and it dropped dead. He then sped towards the other ghost. then the ghost charged at him. The two vehicles were a foot away when he jumped out and dove to the ground. The two ghost collided and blew up in a burst of blue flame.
Johnson laid on the ground, clutching his chest. The wounded soldier staggered out of the Warthog and limped over to his leader. They laid next to each other and closed their eyes. A few minuets later, they heard a loud noise, Johnson leaped up in surprise and pain and looked up. A Pelican was landing right by them, a fellow marine waving to them. A group of medical specialist ran over to the two men, and helped them over to the bird. "Nice one mate" the marine said. Johnson smiled and sat down in the seat. The greenhorn who was with him was passed out in the seat across him. They took off in matter of seconds and flew back to the outpost.