At the link below I posted an old piece of fan fiction. This is the second one I referred to that is independent from the first, but was just a fun thing to do one day: write about Master Chief in a cut-scene fight kind of way. I have always been intrigued by any exploration into Chief’s personality, without ruining any of the cold mystique. This barely scratches the surface but provides a subjective view into his thought process during this fictional moment.
There were six men standing on the bridge. The Master Chief, Spartan 117, was crouching silently below it. An Insurrectionist versus a Spartan was never an even match, but six of them - that was different. Equipped with rocket launchers, shotguns, and a revolutionary newly developed secret weapon known as the flash-piece, these humans were a significant threat to the genetically enhanced, superhuman Spartan.
The Master Chief was a hardened warrior. A brutal killer and an experienced negotiator. He knew the latter option would not come into play on this day. The foul odor of death would permeate the ozone, and blood would flow. Oh, it would flow. Armed with a Covenant energy sword that was pirated and customized for his own personal use, the Master Chief was indeed a lethal weapon. A Mauler was strapped to his left ankle, and fragmentation grenades were holstered in his MJOLNIR armour. John was prepared for intensive and personal close-range battle.
Planting fear in the enemy’s minds was a tactic that John was taught in his extensive Spartan training, which began when he was just the tender age of six. Although the Master Chief knew that stealth was an important component of success, he was so skilled with the art of inflicting death that he preferred to toy with his prey.
The game was on. The Master Chief struck with fear. Tossing a fragmentation grenade one kilometer away in the Insurrectionists’ direct line of sight, Spartan-117 flanked their party and rolled two fragmentation grenades towards the center of them. As the frags were rolling, the Chief broke into a dead sprint for the center mass of his enemies. The two closest to the explosions were killed instantly upon the detonations. The surviving Insurrectionists were weak — three dove for cover and the fourth stood his ground with his rocket launcher. The Master Chief rolled as the Innie fired high, not knowing that shooting at the ground with the rockets would devastate his opponent’s energy shields. Spartan 117 activated his energy sword on the run, jumped five meters into the air and came down with a crushing blow on the Innie’s head, ending his life with a blue flash. There were three enemies left. Multiple explosive shotgun shells erupted on the Chief’s left, while flash-fire came from his right.
The flash-piece was a gun developed by the Covenant and shipped off to its Insurrectionist allies for their use against the United Naval Space Command (UNSC). It had a dual function in that it blinded its target with a flare while also emitting a ray of plasma that melted on impact. Luckily for the Chief, his MJOLNIR armour and energy shields could absorb concentrated plasma fire: however, the flares, when fired direct and at close range, blinded the Chief, even with his visor polarized to 100%.
He was momentarily blinded by the flare and felt a hot plasma beam strike him in the left arm. Using the radar in his HeadsUp Display (HUD), he ripped his Mauler off his ankle and surged forward with a shot where the radar detected his enemy. The Chief moved with superhuman agility for a beatdown on the fourth hostile. Only the two with shotguns remained. Even the Chief knew this would require some tactical thinking and deft skill, as his shields were drained from the flash-piece and he was still temporarily blinded. As his vision came back to him, the Chief calmly held his ground and scouted the area for his targets. Unleashing his energy sword, he took cover behind a rock and assessed the situation. Just moments ago, there was shotgun fire from his left, and now his targets were nowhere to be seen. Not a problem for the Chief. Activating his thermal imaging on his HUD, he strafed around the corner of the rock. Immediately noticing two red images separated from each other, he knew the remaining Insurrectionists were ripe for the picking. The Chief darted to his left and jumped over a rock, kicking his victim brutally in the forehead and killing him instantly. He rushed forward and stuck his energy sword into the chest of the last enemy and pulled up, lifting him a meter off the ground. Just another day at the office for Spartan 117, John, the Master Chief. His commanding officer wouldn’t be overly pleased with his decision to take on six heavily armed enemies at close range, but they couldn’t control him. He was a Spartan, one of the saviours of the world. And he was a darn good one, at that. The Master Chief was cocky, and he knew it.