Bumper cars anyone? (Cheap Death) Three Elites driving Standard Reconnaissance Rapid Attack Vehicles (S.R.R.A.V. or Ghost) are racing towards a navigational point in Alpha Halo for the first time in daytime. Time is not on their side. The Ghosts are perpetually boosting through a narrow, linear, deep valley. The Nav Point is at the end of the valley, a couple of kilometers ahead. All three are driving line astern. The lead Elite is covered with gold-colored armor. The second, following close behind, has red armor. The last one, also close behind, is blue armored. As he reaches the end of the valley, the gold Elite spots a drop a few meters ahead. He brakes at the edge of a very sheer cliff. A dead end. The red Elite brakes as well, slightly bumping into Goldie. Unfortunately, the blue Elite, who possesses slower reflexes, rams into the red guy who slams into the gold guy who yells in guttural, frustrated, desperate agony as he plummets to his death in ten minutes.
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.
The Master Chief, spurred to action by Cortana?s cry, rushes to the nearest tele? er? warthog, and drives off to find the longsword.
Chief Maguire (You're freaking me out) Cortana, who had gone rampant throughout the movie, is standing amid the rubble that is the Ark. Master Chief has destroyed it and rid the universe of the flood forever.
The chief spots Cortana standing there and stops short.
Cortana (tears running from her eye): Chief?
They look at each other, then rush towards a fierce embrace.
Chief: Cortana I? I love you! You? complete me!
Cortana (emotional): Shut up! Just? shut up! You had me at ?hello!?
The camera pans to Johnson, who whose cigar falls out of his mouth. A single tear falls down his face, which is wrinkled in a knowing smile. The camera zooms in on the tear, and the movie ends.
Old Ironsides? (Confrontation) The Arbiter enters the Control Room. Covered in ash; his armor charred and burned, he looks down in the chamber; and basking in the white light of the core is Tartarus.
Then Ironside, by Quincy Jones, plays; the camera cutting to each character's face with the rise and fall of the siren in the tune.
After the song finishes, the Arbiter draws and energy sword and with a guttural yell leaps down on Tartarus, sword raised high, clutched with both hands. Tartarus in turn hefts his hammer, ready to swing a mighty undercut blow. In slow-motion the two foes close. As they approach the camera shifts to below the falling Arbiter and pointing up at Tartarus, sillouetted by the light of the core behind him. The closer they get, the brighter the light swells until it envelops the scene.
Listen to the old stuff (Music) So the flood has taken over IAC, and landed on High Charity - everything looks bad for everybody.
Then one of the more intelligent flood forms finds Sgt. Johnson's music chips or whatever they will be called in the future, and the flood tries to read the title and it says something like "Rock in Hell" By a group called "Death Machine." "Death Machine" sounds pretty good to the flood, so it pops it into the computer and some loud rock music starts blaring out - suddenly all the flood thingies start to tremble and pop and all their guts and stuff bubble and spew out and they die.
"What the hell" says Sarge, "who's playing my music?"
"You mean some of the old stuff" interrupts one of the Marines.
"And what the hell is going on? What is killing these flood?"
Cortana chimes in "I know what it is, Sarge" she says. "It's the music, it's killing the flood."
"I Guess, I'm not the only one who thinks you have bad taste in music Sarge" says the marine. So then the Sarge gets in one of the Pelican dropships. "Hey mothers, get a load of this" he yells out and pops another chip into the dash of the Pelican and loud rock music blares out. Cortana makes the music play on all the band frequencies and the Sarge flies around High Charity in his Pelican killing all the flood.
ROFL ? sorry couldn?t help it after watching Mars Attacks on TBS the other night?