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The Jaguars by Chuck Norris
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The Jaguars: Prologue
Date: 15 June 2005, 11:36 PM
Author's Note: After reading (ENS) Rabid_Gallagher's idea of Music Fiction on his last fanfic, I wanted to incorporate it into my first fic. Enjoy.
Just before the end of the year two thousand and six, almost every famous actor was frozen, programmed with Special Operations Warfare tactics and weapon usage every two years, and they were kept that way, right until ONI divided into two sections, Official Naval Intelligence and Official Marine Intelligence. Since ONI gave away most of its operatives, ONI had to recruit more operatives. That is when they called in the actors, now known as, The Jaguar Operation Team
The Jaguars: Prologue: Gettin' use to the Future
(1. Now, I do not know where to find this piece of music, but it's called "The Jedi". It's located on the Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II disc, where "MUSIC" is labeled on the menu screen)
ONI Compound/Washington D.C/United States of America/Earth/ Time 12:34(Eastern)
(1)A singular man sat at a white, circle-eqse table, his hair let down to the top of his chin bone. His face struck an awful remembrance of someone you would probably know, yet that image would leave your mind. Such is the life of that man, sitting on a chair at the white table, seemingly waiting for someone.
Another man entered the room, but he seemed to look older than the man sitting at the table. He had no hair on the top of his head, only a shiny, bald head came with the man's face, which seemed to be followed by war and destruction, his face seemed to bring on battles of ancient and infinite lore, to where of battles are fought day after day, month after month, and year after year.
These two men smiled at each other, their teeth pearly white and almost glinted off the light hanging above the table, their eyes meeting each other. That's when a man, dressed in black camouflage, entered the room. His face, however, brought about stupidity and evil, sadness and sorrow. His only identification was a name tag, the name "ACKERSON" labeled on his right breast.
"Welcome to twenty five thousand fifty nine, Mr. Norris and Mr. Willis." He quietly said. Mr. Norris, who's actual name was Chuck Norris, nodded in a friendly way while Mr. Willis, or Bruce Willis, gave a small and lazy two finger salute.
"Mr. Pitt and Mr. Cruise will be along shortly. They are learning about their families, but I am curious about why you two declined."
"My father died, so did my mother, and my son. I don't want to hear about my great, great, great, great grandson, Colonel." Chuck said, without making eye contact as he got up and headed towards a coffee machine.
"My wife left me and married some two bit fucking piece of shit. My daughters died already, and I don't want to learn about Ashton's kids. I hope they died."
"Actually, Mr. Willis, they did die. At the Battle of Reach, they were killed when the Covenant glassed the planet." Ackerson politely told him. Although he would never dare show politeness and compassion towards any other member of the United Nations Space Command nor his own section of operatives, these men deserved it. They did more than Spartans ever did, and Ackerson had to respect that. Besides, he knew they could easily kill him and get out of the building and enter the countryside.
"Oh." Bruce said, surprised that they actually did die, then he felt guilt. That was wrong for him to say, and he began to think he should have been softer on those kids. Chuck came back to the table with three cups of coffee, placing two on the table. Ackerson and Bruce grabbed a cup while Chuck sipped on his own cup of coffee.
"The reason we brought you back to real life is because of the Covenant. Remember the mission we sent you on, last time?"
"To capture the Prophet Death. Yeah." Said a voice entering the room. The man entering was small in height, but he made up for it in his face area. He was the type of man that got the ladies' attention more often than most people. He sat next to Chuck on the table.
"Thank you for reminding us, Mr. Cruise. Anyways, after that mission, we interacted with the Covenant for a bit, exchanging greetings and such. Anyways, I found out that..."
"They had a type of Tabun gas that could wipe out a planet. Yes, yes, we know. Now explain why we are brought back."
Ackerson had extremely little patience left, and was trying his best to hold in his anger. "They started a war after you killed him, and they've attacked Earth twice. We beat them back twice, and we got the head Prophet out of the battle, too. Your mission is to enter Covenant controlled space and capture the entire Prophet leadership. They will meet on the ship 'Reconciliation's Pride' a few weeks from now."
"Wait, we got no Covenant spies. How do you know this?"
"Remember the Elites, Grunts, and Hunters? They broke off the Covenant, and the High Marshal Oana Oanjweii gave us the date after he learned of it. You will attack with his team. Any questions?"
"I got one, Colonel." Mr. Cruise, or Thomas Cruise, asked Ackerson. "Are we paired up with anybody?"
"Actually, you three, including Mr. Pitt, are going to be with a team of genetic super soldiers, known as Spartan-IIs," Ackerson said, with a small and barely noticeable sound of disgust with that word ". . .and a Special Op team of Elites."
"Well, we get the Prophets, right?" Chuck asked.
"Yes. The Spartans will disable the ship's locks on doors and such. The Elites will handle the escape pods to make sure the Prophets will not escape in case you do not make it to the destination."
"Who is leading the Spartan-IIs?" Tom asked.
"John One One Seven."
Chuck let out one low yet long whistle.
"You will begin the training right now. Go to the training room, I will be there shortly." "Reconciliation, we cannot press our attack against the vaunted Humans! They beat us back twice at our homeworld, and they managed to destroy all but one of the last Halos! We cannot go across the Great Journey because of them! You cannot be serious!" Sorrow yelled across the Chamber of A Thousand Voices, the main meeting room for the hierarchy of the Covenant caste.
"It's because they stopped the Great Journey almost indefiniatly warrant's retaliation! They killed our brothers and sisters out of blood now, they do not even have a reason to attack!" Reconciliation rebutted against
"Yes, they certainly do! They are beginning a crusade against us because you killed their people in mass genocide! Ever since you took over for Truth, it's been nothing but mass slaughter of captives and civilians and such! Before we started to do this, humans treated prisoners fairly! Now, they are gassing them, testing biological weapons upon them! All, because, of, you!" Retaliation yelled as his floating chair floated to the center, where four Prophets hovered, while the other sixteen sat in the rows center room.
"Retaliation . . . I thought you died on Gaina IV..."
"I almost did because of your insolence! I am now taking over the command of the Prophet Council from you, Reconciliation!"
"You. . .you can't! I have found a weapon that will destroy the human race with one drop of this weapon!"
"Really, Reconciliation. I thought you would be more logical than to come up with some like that."
"The humans cannot live with a biological weapon called Saran gas. It causes hemorrhages within the body to act up, thus blood tries to exit out of every hole in the body, along with the human waste. My scientists created a more lethal strain of it, which can spread over a large area, about five human miles."
"Do you have proof of this, Reconciliation?"
"This ship is heading for Earth to prove my testing results. You will see..."
"My Lord! Twelve ships have entered the area! Something made us exit out of Slipspace, I'm thinking it might be gravity wells!" Said a Brute who entered the chamber, without clearance.
"Look what you have done, Reconciliation. You've doomed us all."
"Another thing, sir. Our gunners tried to prevent three ships from entering our launch bays, but they did enter. So far, they've taken control of the lower portion of the ship. My Brutes are beginning to clear them out."
"May the Gods help us, and may they kill you, Reconciliation." Retaliation said as he shook his head in prayer...
TO BE CONTINUED
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