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he is the one...
(Scenes from Hell) How about a corny flashback or two?
The Chief is in a hallway, a group of Elites face him, guns drawn. He takes a step back as the screen goes white.
John is younger. He is sitting in a meeting with his fellow Spartan trainees. Mendez has just announced that they will be undergoing surgery to enhance their fighting abilities.
John: ?Sir, is this a danger to my men??
Mendez: ?No. This will make you stronger, faster, smarter. A veritable killing machine. It will make you so effective you will be more God than man.?
John: ?What are you trying to tell us? That we can dodge bullets??
Mendez: ?No Chief. I?m trying to tell you that when you?re ready, you won?t have to.?
The scene shifts back. Master Chief stops backing away and holds out his hand. The Elites laugh and level their plasma rifles, preparing to fire.
Plasma flares down the hallway. Smoke and fire rises throughout the hall, blocking the chief from view. The dust slowly clears, showing the Chief standing tall without a scratch. The walls all around him are pockmarked. Save a little ball of plasma the Chief watches fall from his hands to the ground, he is unharmed.
Elite Leader: ?Well? shit.?
Master Chief throws his hands outward, and a warthog falls through the ceiling, crushing the Elites. He flexes mightily, bending the walls next to him.
Cortana: ?CHIEF!?
The Master Chief, spurred to action by Cortana?s cry, rushes to the nearest tele? er? warthog, and drives off to find the longsword.
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(toothie on 11-22-06 17:10 UTC, permalink)
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