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He's not a Spartan...but he'll have to do. by Silverknight
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He's not a Spartan...but he'll have to do. Part 1
Date: 24 December 2004, 7:42 PM
Corporal Jeice Andris had no idea at all what he was getting himself into. Joining the UNSC seemed like a great idea. Kill some 'Covies. Make some money. Simple, right? Better yet, he'd been posted at an Earth station. Cairo defence platform. He couldn't help but feel as though he was getting over on the whole "war" thing. Looking out at that huge MAC gun, and the whole battle cluster surrounding, he found it hard to believe he'd EVER see any combat. Which suited him just fine. News had reached him, not too long ago, about the events on Halo---or at least those that the higher-ups weren't protecting like a newborn baby. All he knew was there was supposed to be a SPARTAN coming on board. Number 117---the one who supposedly destroyed the entire thing single handedly. He was a HUGE fan, though he couldn't really let that off. He WAS military personell, after all.
He could barely contain himself when the news that Seargent Johnson---another inspiration of his---would also be on board. And so it was, that he was amongst the crowd as SPARTAN 117 emerged from the tran in his flashy new suit. Jeice was positive he clapped the loudest, and fought off his urge to ask for an autograph. He wasn't allowed into the award ceremony, however, so he went about his way, boarding the tran and heading off still watching as the SPARTAN walked away.
"Man..." he commented to an officer beside him. "Are they all that huge?" There was a note of awe in his voice as he spoke.
"Pfft...oversized trash cans, they all are. That dang suit don' make them no better than us." Jeice watched him oddly as the officer crossed his arms and turned away from him to look off a the for now idle MAC gun. Jeice understood after a moment though, as he spotted an ODST emblem on his right shoulder. Jeice stood in silence, peering off into space, when he saw a faint shimmer. He creased his brow a bit, then took in a sharp gasp as Slipspace abruptly opened up, loosing Covenant fleet right into their midst.
"Look at that!" He yelled, even as the Captain came on the loud speakers.
"This is NOT a drill..." He heard the announcement.
Some of the MACs were already opening fire on the Covenant ships. "No...hadn't noticed Cap'n..." He grumbled as he piled out of the tran. He was non-combat personell, so as ordered, he took a full out sprint to the nearest evac area. He came to a sliding stop, however, when he entered a corridor, already brightly lit by a bulkhead near the breaking point. He glanced around at the others, backing away from the bulkhead. They were armed, but they were obviously non combatants like himself. He recognized one of them though---Miranda Keys.
The bulkhead erupted inward, and he laid eyes on the first Covenant he'd ever seen. A rush of fear came over him imediately, and he recoiled, lunging behind a box for cover. He eyed the doorway as the battle insued. He was certain he could make it...the Covenant were far too busy taking care of the armed soldiers. He wnet for it, a sprint straight for the door, but he never quite made it. He glanced behind him just in time to witness the death that would change his life from then on. A plasma grenage came soaring over the boxes they were using for cover...just as one unlucky soldier peeked above it. Jeice stood there stunned as the scream of agony reverberated off the walls, the grenade bonding to his face instantly. In one last effort though, the solider hurled himself over the boxes, the explosion taking out a few of the assailents with him. Jeice felt a rage bubble within him, his habitual fear fading.
"THIS is what they do...?" He stared in horror for a moment, steeling himself "What did he ever do to you!?" Before he knew what was happening he was dashing back toward the battle. "I'm gonna kill every last one of you!!!"
He dropped to a knee, sliding behind the box and picking up the fallen soldier's SMG. He didn't look above the box, but instead raised his hand over it and held down the trigger. He hadn't fired one since training, and the jittery report made his hand feel as though it were about to fall apart, but he was far too angry to consider that at the moment. He wasn't sure how he knew it was coming, but it didn't really matter. He knew, so he acted. Looking to the officer beside him---only faintly aware that it was Miranda Keys...someone who outranked him five times over...He grabbed her shoulder. "Incoming!!! Move move move!" Before anything else could be done he shoved her clear across the corridor, in a display of strenght he wasn't even aware he had. In the same motion, he reached down for the fallen soldier's second SMG. He sprung from his knee, even as the plasma grenade soared through the air at him. A smooth underhand cast, and the SMG was flung forward---at the grenade itself.
It struck, and the grenade bonded to the weapon, sent straight back at the Elite who hurled it. The grenade/SMG fusion struck the Elite and one startled warble was heard as it detonated. He did his best to roll himself behind better cover as it went off, the detonation igniting all of the ammo in the gun like a makeshift claymore. He felt two of the stray rounds enter his left arm, but his fury kept him moving. He raised himself over his cover once more as the now thoroughly-puncutured, shieldless Elite stumbled forward and raised his rifle to fire. With cold, terrible accuracy Jeice opened fire directly into it's face, watching in gory appreciation as it's helmet split and it fell limply to the floor. He turned his fire elsewhere, the defenseless and stunned grunts falling quickly along with one other Elite who'd been hit almost as hard. "YEAH!!! ANYONE ELSE WANT SOME!?"
At that point Seargent Johnson jerked him back behind his cover. "Damnit, soojah' Heriocs are great but I've seen too many of ya' die that way! Keep your disipline damnit!"
Jeice calmed quickly, shaking his head "S--sorry sir... I just..." He trailed off, shaking half in fury and half in his re-emerging fear.
Seargent Johnson gave him an odd look. "And I've only seen one other person move that way...you don't LOOK like big-green, but ya know I wouldn't be surprised.... speakin' of which, where the HELL is he!?"
Miranda, who had just recently ducked back behind their cover herself, glanced at him. "We can't worry about that right now." She shot a look at Jeice then nodded "He may not be a Spartan...but he'll have to do."
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