Boba Fett quickly adjusted to his new surroundings – the stench of the innards of the Sarlacc replaced by crisp, clear air. He found himself in some sort of city – certainly not on Tattooine. Tall, pristine buildings swooped upward on all sides of him. With a quick burst from his jetpack, the bounty hunter flew to the top of one of these to survey his surroundings. There were buildings as far as the eye could see, but Boba didn’t detect a single life form. Far in the sky above there floated some sort of orbital station. Far below, he suddenly saw another being blink into existence.
When Master Chief awoke, he was not aboard The Forward Unto Dawn any longer – not on any ship by the looks of things. Chief reached back and found his assault rifle attached to his back. At least he was armed. Suddenly a voice boomed from the sky.
“Listen up soldiers, now that you’ve both arrived, here is your mission: find each other. Neutralize your opponent. Use whatever means necessary.”
Master Chief grunted. He didn’t relish the feeling of being used a pawn or play-thing for some unseen creature, but he certainly wouldn’t let himself be caught unawares. He cocked his rifle and began moving cautiously through the streets of this labyrinth of streets.
Boba Fett, however, did not feel any such resentment. Moments ago he was trapped in the maw of some horrendous sand beast. Taking out a single man all alone was a welcome reprieve. He watched from above, his sensors scanning his opponent. The man was built like a tank – huge, and very well-armored. Boba flew down to street level falling behind, the armored man walking through the streets, and pulled out his carbine rifle. He landed, lined up his shot, and blasted Master Chief in the back. The blast dissipated in what appeared to be a personal energy shield, and the man immediately dropped in a roll, diving for cover down an alleyway – he moved faster than almost any man Boba had seen, certainly far faster than anyone so heavily armored.
Master Chief remained crouched behind some heavy concrete slabs which appeared to have been places in the alley for this specific purpose. The man had caught him by surprise, but Chief’s shields were already recharging from the blast. His assault rifle was pointed at the opening of the alley, and when the bounty hunter came flying around the corner, he immediately opened fire. The blasts didn’t seem to overly affect Fett, however they did force him to the ground. Chief’s opponent had also continued firing his rifle, scoring few hits against the soldier behind cover. However, Master Chief knew that he couldn’t take many more blasts from that rifle.
The fuel-tank of Boba’s jetpack had been punctured by a bullet, forcing him to land – not that it really mattered, as he only had about 20 more seconds of fuel left anyway. But, much to the bounty hunter’s annoyance, his prey had holed himself up behind a barrier. Boba ran forward, flooding the air fire from his wrist-mounted flamethrower, hoping to flush out the soldier. The effort was a success, but to Boba’s surprise, the huge Spartan-II soldier leaped over the concrete barrier and charged headlong into the flames, the fire seeming to have little effect on him.
Master Chief had switched his assault rifle for his pistol, and charged forward. He knew he couldn’t wait the barrage out – his shields were gone and the masked man did not appear to be anywhere close to out of ammo. So he charged, depending on his sturdy MJOLNIR mark VI armor to protect him from the flames. He fired off a few shots, mostly to throw off his opponent as he dove in to tackle him to the ground. Boba Fett’s feet left the ground as the huge man plowed into him, and he tossed his rifle as he fell, reaching instead for his blaster pistol. Before he had a chance to pull it forward, however, Master Chief had the hand pinned in a vice-like grip. His other hand fell again and again with hand clanks against the bounty hunter’s helmet, adding a few more dents, and his heavy foot pressed against the armor plate on his chest. Boba Fett ceased his struggling as Master Chief pressed his pistol against the hunter’s throat. “Surrender,” Chief commanded in his gravelly voice.
Before he even had a chance to respond, Boba Fett vanished from beneath him. Master Chief stood, confused. The voice from above boomed once again.
“Congratulations soldier. You’ve made the team. Now rest up until I need you again.” The world faded to black.
Victory – Master Chief. A very close match, and thank you all for your feedback. Having some technical advantages, Boba Fett may gain an immediate advantage – however, his jetpack can only sustain short bursts of flight, and once the fight is on the ground, Master Chief has the advantage in movement and strength. If the battle comes to close quarters, Master Chief dominates the match.