Is it worth it?

Disclaimer: I do not, and would not ever, mislead anyone that I ever owned Halo or Bungie's characters. -shrugs- besides, no one would believe me.

A/N: Reviews rock. Be truthful. And if possible give helpful suggestions. -grins- No yaoi in this chapter.A/N

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Master Chief cursed as the ship jerked again from another blow. Stumbling only slightly, he managed to stabilize himself quickly before his feet shot out from underneath him. He made it to the bridge in record time.

"Who's attacking us?" He demanded, not caring that he was snapping at what was probably a higher ranker officer.

Drajha-Lee barely glanced back, "Demon. We were hailed by one of the Covenant vessels. Our intelligence, as of late, has been lacking. The password we gave was incorrect."

The ship recieved another hit and the Spartan lurched forward. He corrected himself and lunged for the back of Drajha-Lee's seat, gripping it until the vibrations had subsided.

"Why don't you fire back?" Master Chief suggested in his gruff voice.

"Do you not think we TRIED that, Demon?" The golden Sanghelli replied roughly, "It seems the Covenant have stolen another type of technology. One that breaks the flow of the energy core which powers the ship."

"A jamming device?"

"In human terms, yes Demon. We are barely managing to manuever as it is."

Master Chief growled, crossing his arms. This is why he hated space battles. He would pick a ground fight any day. At least when you were on the ground, you wouldn't have to rely fully on machinery and weapons. Such things were known to fail at critical moments. Fists, on the other hand...

"So what's the plan?"

"The plan?" The Sanghelli swiveled his head to look at the Demon with in incredulous look, "Why, to survive to fight another day."

--Slipspace?--

Drajha-Lee shook his head, "That requires much power. Power that is currently being cut off."

With his skilled eye, the Chief was able to spot something through the monitors. He pointed, "What's that?"

At the same time, one of the Renegades in front of the navigational controls spoke up, "Leader, a planet has been spotted on the sensors."

Drajha-Lee's look was grim, but he had no other option, "Bring us to the planet. We will face them on solid ground."

Straightening, Master Chief stared hard at the screen, his mood suddenly lightened, "Now that's what I'm talking about."

"Care to join us, Demon?" The Arbiter asked, striding up behind the Chief.

Crossing his arms, the Spartan turned around to face the cobalt Sanghelli fully, "Do you even have to ask?"

::::several moments later::::

The ship finally landed with a bone-jarring quake. Everyone not secure in their seats were practically thrown off their feet. The Master Chief and the Arbiter were barely able to stay standing as it was.

"Will they take the bait, Drajha-Lee?"

"Either that or the Covenant will simply incinerate us on the spot." Drajha-Lee replied to the Arbiter.

"Like hell they will." Master Chief hissed, grabbing a plasma cannon off a startled grunt before racing out of the ship.

The Renegades in the bridge stared after the armored figure disappeared. Turning to Arbiter, the golden Sanghelli commented, "...I like his spirit."

The cobalt Elite nodded his head in agreement, "That the Demon has a lot of, leader."

On the Covenant ship, startled jackals chittered their unhidden surprise to the Brutes behind them. Regarding this as one of their jittery companions' usual traits in battle, a huge Brute sighed lazily from his chair, "What?"

He had assumed the battle was won. The Renegade ship was down. What more excitement could be derived besides seeing the stolen ship blast into a million pieces? His assumption turned out to be dead wrong.

Raido's eyes latched onto the screen the moment a certain armored individual filled its zoomed in screen. Green armor. Reflective visor. The air of danger, strength and experience radiating from the lone, single form. The Brute gnashed his teeth in a very beastly way, "The DEMON."

Then he finally tuned into what nonsense the jackals were attempting to spout in his ear. The Demon was armed.

--Awww, they look so happy to see you.--

"Greetings from a certain friendly Spartan." Master Chief growled wryly under his breath. His target locked, he let loose.

A barrage of huge green blobs filled their screen before the Covenant ship shuddered under the attack. Brutes were yelling viciously at their underdogs, blaming them for not manuevering in time. Raido, angered, swung his arm. One of the jackals just about exploded at the force of the impact, splattering purple and blue blood over the controls. Not that the Brute noticed. Or even cared.

Taking the spot of the opening he had just cleared, the Brute lurched the ship forward. He had no clue how in all hells the notorious soldier had appeared before him, out of this Renegade ship no less, nor did he particularly care at the moment. If it was a fight the Demon wanted, it was a fight he would get.

Down on the ground, the Chief shot a look over his shoulder as Renegades piled out behind him, "Hmm, seems I got their attention."

Drajha-Lee nodded his thanks, "It seems they have not forgotten you yet, Demon."

--Who could forget him?-- Cortana replied, --We always take the chance to say hello to our bitter enemies. A little friendly exchange of fire. A few explosions. They could never forget.--

"We should get moving." The Arbiter stated the obvious, "Standing here will only be asking for trouble."

Their silence consenting their agreement, the Renegades and the Spartan spread out into the tree line, armed and ready.
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Yeah, its short. I just need to know if people are still interested in this storyline. Wouldn't want to waste my time for nothin', now would I. Hell, even if it's just one person... -shrugs-