I own a Spartan Laser for point-defence, since that’s what the UNSC intended.
Four Sangheili breach my mess hall.
“What the Devil?”, I mutter, as I grab my CH252 standard issue combat helmet and Weapon Anti-Vehicle Model 6 R Grindell Galilean Nonlinear Rifle.
Splaser a golf ball sized hole through the first Elite, it’s dead on the spot. Draw charge on the second Elite, miss it entirely since the targeting optic wasn’t smart-linked to my HUD and splash-atomise the bulkhead instead.
I have to resort to the M68 ALIM at the back of the mess hall loaded with depleted uranium slugs, “OOHRAH!” a single slug shreds two Elites in the Mach 40 blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off various hull-breach alarms.
Fix my grandfather’s contraband Kemuksuru and charge the last terrified split-chin. It bleeds out waiting on an ONI exfil to arrive since in-tissue Blamite detonations are impossible to stitch up, just as the UNSC intended.