Halo: Broken Spade

It's hunter vs pack on Zeta Halo...	It's hunter vs pack on Zeta Halo...	It's hunter vs pack on Zeta Halo...	It's hunter vs pack on Zeta Halo...	It's hunter vs pack on Zeta Halo...	It's hunter vs pack on Zeta Halo...	It's hunter vs pack on Zeta Halo...	It's hunter vs pack on Zeta Halo...	It's hunter vs pack on Zeta Halo...	It's hunter vs pack on Zeta Halo...	It's hunter vs pack on Zeta Halo...
It is the end of the year 2559 and the Banished have just destroyed the UNSC Infinity and forcefully scattered the UNSC armed forces all over Zeta Halo. The Banished now hunt down human survivors all over the ring to capture or kill. A lone Spartan-IV, Johan Helnwein, barely escapes with his life as Banished hunting parties capture his fireteam and leave their fates unknown. With no other choice but to fight, survive, and evade the Banished; Johan will take to the wilds of Zeta Halo and take on overwhelming odds just to save his fireteam and turn the tables against the Legionmaster, Gorycius. The hunt has begun for both sides, and only one shall walk away from this alive.	 	 	 	 	 	 	 	 	 	
===PROLOGUE===
The storm came down hard on the campsite today as thunder and rain pounded down on the prison camp. The grunts slept peacefully in their small groups; the brutes were barking orders to the lower ranking species of the Banished or interrogating their human prisoners, and the Jackals either patrolled around the area or stood in their watchtowers looking to the large empty fields and cliffs ahead of them, on the eastern watchtower two jackal snipers had been there for what felt like days, and one of them was getting rather tired of it.
"This is stupid." The first jackal said in their own language to his partner. "I thought working for the Banished would be us getting to kill nonstop, not sit in this stupid watchtower waiting for nothing." He was clearly annoyed he wasn't getting to participate in any kind of action as a mercenary for the Banished.
"You complain too much Mokk, I'm happy we're getting an easy pay this time around. They pay us to sit here and do nothing but look at this scenery? This is the best job I've done in my years of work, not every job needs to be violent. Sometimes you just need that one job that pays you to do nothing." The other jackal said snickering at his partners complaining over such easy work, it was laughable no doubt from someone who had been doing this for a long time. Mokk didn't even bother to respond to his partners comment as he walked over to the edge to look down on the camp, he looked up back to the cliffs that shadowed over the camp and became focused on them swearing he had just seen a glint in the rocks. He raised his stalker rifle to get a better look at rocks and began to scan over them. Mokk was always sure of himself, and he wasn't going to let that change now. Anything that looked suspicious he focused on until moving onto the next. 
"Mokk! There's nothing out there. We control this ring, the humans lost everything." His partner said watching him keep looking over at those empty cliffs behind him. 
"No, there's something out there I ca-" before Mokk could even finish his sentence when the thunder struck down with a loud bang, a single shot from a SR99-S7 AM sniper rifle silenced Mokk and his partner as the lined-up shot dropped them both, Mokk was shot through the head while the second round tore apart the other jackal's throat, no one even noticed the two had been killed, let alone knew a sniper was watching them from nearly a mile away with a hateful intention of bringing death and pain to their lives. 
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Johan took a deep breath and sat still in the same hiding spot where he had been sitting for days. He could see everything in the camp from his position in the cliffs. He didn't have his mjolnir armor on him, but he didn't need it. His outfit was covered with dirt and mud to blend in with his surroundings. He wore a hoodie-like outfit on his upper torso covered in leaves and such to act like a ghillie suit. His outfit was just scavenged gear he took off dead soldiers he found while out here surviving the lands of Zeta Halo. His SRS99-S7 AM sniper was wrapped in similar ghillie gear.
With blood now spilt it was time to get to work. the storm was starting to pick up right as he needed it to be. Thunder drowned the cracking of the sniper rifle as Johan picked off another duo of Jackal snipers at the western watchtower.
He then watched an elite enforcer patrol the walls around the camp and kept his reticle aimed right on him waiting for that moment to open up. Once the thunder came down, so did the bolt inside the rifle and sent the 14.5x114mm APFSDS round flying right into the enforcer's chest to where his heart would be. Johan watched the elite pointlessly cover his wound as he leaned against a barrier and fell down dead. 
Johan scanned the towers and walls to make sure he didn't miss any enemy that was on overwatch. He hadn't missed a single one, he slowly moved his reticle over to where prisoners were being held and saw a brute chieftain interrogating an ODST captain in front of his men, he couldn't make out what was being said or asked, but it didn't matter it was about to all be pointless as he readied his next shot.
His finger rested on the trigger and was ready to pull, all he needed was that thunder to come down again for cover. He watched the chieftain beat the trooper down through the scope, praying that thunder would come very soon. After a few minutes it finally came and Johan jumped at the moment pulling the trigger and killing the chieftain by blowing his face inward. Now there was no time to wait, he quickly shot the device holding the other troopers prisoner and moving to begin dropping as many targets as he could.
He spotted a group of grunts surrounding a methane tank to refuel their shells and took the shot, a loud explosion killing the grunts and alerting the rest of the camp. He zoomed out a bit and watched the camp scurry around to figure out what had just happened. Suddenly he saw something kill a skirmisher. It was the troopers; they had armed themselves with their confiscated weapons and began to fight back. 
Now the fight was really on, the Banished began to close in on the troopers, but still hadn't known a sniper was providing overwatch and they were leaving themselves exposed, but who was gonna let them know that? Johan smirked as he followed an elite mercenary and shot him dead as he ran for cover. Johan was focused on getting those fellow troopers out though, he couldn’t afford to let this entire time be wasted and let good soldiers die he had to get them out and he would do just that, one shot at a time.
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“Keep moving troopers! We gotta get the hell outta here!” the captain yelled as they ran through the forest to get away from the camp as far as they could and they had been running for what felt like miles nonstop, they didn’t know if they were still being followed or if their guardian angel was still watching over them. “Sir, how far have we even ran?” One of the troopers asked as they all stopped to catch their breath until the rustling of leaves caused them to all to take aim at the origin of the sound. 
“You ran far enough.” Johan said in a thick German accent as he stepped out and took off his hoodie to show his muddied face as he looked at the troopers, he had seen much better days clearly and his tired looking face only enforced it, but he kept pushing on because he had too. 
It may have been another successful operation; but Johan still hadn't found what he was looking for - where was Fireteam Spades?
 
===CHAPTER I===
===CHAPTER II===
===CHAPTER III===
===CHAPTER IV===
===CHAPTER V===