Sergeant First Class Anton Morrison by Derek
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SFC Anton Morrison Chapter 1: Luck, Chapter 2: Base Camp
Date: 30 June 2007, 3:34 am
The End of the Beginning Derek
In the year 2540, the Human-Covenant War erupted tearing the delicate fabric of peace that blanketed the universe. In 2552, the human forces, the UNSC or the United Nations Space Command initiated the SPARTAN II program in which 200 children were specifically augmented with chemicals and rigorous training to increase strength, agility, etc… to make super-soldiers. Although these soldiers were outstanding in combat in space, on land, and even in the air, their numbers dwindled to a lone SPARTAN, Master Chief 117. The humans’ main fighting force were the UNSC Marines and ODSTs or Orbital Drop Shock Troopers. The Covenant fighting force was built like a hierarchy with Elites, Jackals, Hunters, and Grunts. They were also eons ahead of their human enemies. Instead of using projectile based weapons, the Covenant used plasma weapons which worked by sending small bursts of super heated plasma capable of burning through Class 3 titanium depending on if it was fired by a plasma rifle in the hands of an Elite or a plasma turret on a Covenant flagship. The UNSC lost control of 27 of its planets being left with only Earth itself. The UNSC was planning to make an enormous counter attack recapture the planet of Trines. Unfortunately for Anton Morrison, his was one of the first ODST platoons to land on the gritty dusty planet of Trines.
Chapter 1: Luck
Luck. Unfortunately for Sergeant First Class Anton Morrison of the 105th ODST Platoon, he had none. As the commanding officer for his platoon, he would be the first to be on the ground. Like most of the men in his platoon he was armed with the standard BR-55A3 assault rifle, the M90 shotgun, an M6C pistol, as well as a 9 inch blackened durasteel combat knife. However, unlike most other platoons, the 105th ODST Platoon was an elite unit, designed to infiltrate behind enemy lines and was considered the best of the UNSC Special Forces. The 30 man platoon would enter the atmosphere of Trines via HEV (Human Entry Vehicle) pods and impact approximately 2 miles away from Loven, a small city with a military base still under UNSC control. Anton looked around at his men as they performed last minute checks of their equipment and their pods. Anton talked to them via the COM (communications) set integrated inside the ODST helmet. “All right men, our target is eliminating opposition of the UNSC outpost Jericho and regrouping with the UNSC marines stationed there. Details will be on your D3 (D3- miniature computer located inside the ODST helmet.) Stack up and haul ass. I’ll see you planetside.” The 29 ODSTs entered their pods in unison, as Anton typed in the launch sequence for the pods and quickly entered his pod and sealed all compartments. He knew that this HEV was his one way ticket to hell.
Chapter 2: Base Camp
2330 hours March 3, 2560
Location: Atmosphere above Planet Praia
Anton felt the HEV pod burning up due to the atmosphere entry. He looked at his temperature gauge and saw it slowly rise all the way to 113°F. Beads of sweat poured off of his face and he nervously licked his lips. He had done these entries more than he could remember, but the feeling of fear always coiled up in his gut. He gripped the assault rifle in his hands for extra comfort waiting for the inevitable thump of the parachute and the jarring landing. Thump! Anton felt as though his teeth had been rattled out of his mouth. He quickly pressed the eject button on the side of the pod, activating 4 explosive charges to blow the front door off. Once the platoon secured the area, they began to scout out the military base. Anton quickly barked “Jackson, Stern, get your asses over here. I want you to secure a line between me and those Marines over there pronto. Private Stern, use your sniper scope to watch for any movement at all. If you encounter enemy resistance, take them out quietly, this is a simple recon mission, not an invasion.”
At least not yet… thought Private Corey Stern. Corey quickly attached silencers to his S3AMR99SC sniper rifle and his M6C pistol. He set the sniper rifle on the bipod on a grassy knoll. Corey watched though the 10x magnification scope as several Covenant attempted to rush through the door, only to be ripped to shreds by a grenade and several hundred armor piercing rounds from a stationary chain gun. Corey began to assist the beleaguered marines and began to pick off the more powerful Elites who stood at a height of 8 feet tall, and were enclosed in full length energy shields. The ODSTs were only equipped had a very basic form of energy shielding as well as a PDA or Plasma Dispersal Armor suit. Corey placed the crosshairs of the sniper rifle in the center of an Elite’s head. He held his breath and pulled the trigger and watched as the 14.5mm sabot round brutally crushed the Elite’s shields and pierced the Elites face. A purple mist lingered where the Elite’s head had once been and then dissipated. As Corey began to line up another shot, plasma fire began to whiz all around him.
Lance Corporal David Hansen saw as light blue plasma fire began to burn the foliage around Corey’s head burn to a crisp. He quickly checked his BR-55A3 to see that he had rounds in the magazine and rushed over to Corey’s position. Using the 2x scope attached to the assault rifle, he began to place shots at the offending Grunts who were firing wild shots with their plasma pistols. He watched as the electronic ammunition counter dwindled to 00. With robotic precision, he ejected the magazine and slapped in a fresh one. Just as quickly as the firefight had started, it stopped. David swept the area with his rifle watching for any movement at all. He was certain they would come back, so he remained there until dark.
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