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The beach of Zanzibar by New001
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The Beach of Zanzibar Part 1 of ?
Date: 5 June 2004, 5:59 AM
Instillation 03
The beach of Zanzibar:
A beach of a cold
Temperature due to
A bad positioning
By 03's axis.
Human calendar:
May 15, 2565
Forerunner structure:
The Slow Fuse.
Omt Nalccy sat his hands in blood, his blood. Fighting this rebellion was hard, deadly hard. 5 of his squad had died by this rebel scum. Currently it was impossible to escape. An Elite had stolen a human rocket launcher and shot their dropship down. Their mission was a simple one to go in, destroy the rebels, and get out. To the covenant this land was a land of death, a land of misery, a land of no return. He had tried to communicate with the prophet Putnam, but they had their communications were blocked. These were smart rebels, damn he thought.
Omt had made it into a sheltered area, one cloaked by tin frames made of the same alloy of Hunter shields. Omt had taken down a renegade Hunter once, it had been infected by the flood, and it was hideous. It had taken three flood forms to infect it, one in the head, one in the abdomen, and one powering the gun, it seemed impossible to think the flood could power the gun, but those parasites could do any thing, it was very well possible to believe they could do it....
To him it was impossible to believe he was losing this battle, he was ranked 6thin the entire covenant armada, including, grunts, jackals, Brutes, Hunters and Elites. He was proud of that, damn proud. He had once single handedly boarded a human ship, the, "Last Hope." And disabled the ships computer system and started the ships self destruct sequence started. He felt despair he had 29 left out of the 34 he stated out with. They were a good enough they were almost the best trope, they had all even survived an assault by the green devil. Their group was "Red Storm Rising."
The Red Storm knew when they where out matched, and they were. They should give up; maybe they could make a treaty....
Nikolay Barsov laughed to himself, the plan was going all according to plan, his group, the "Humans Aid" had been assembled divided from the Covenant, and went to Zanzibar, and with their special cargo... a Prophet by the name of, Rasul, a prophet whose wisdom had not strayed from that of the gods will. They had found him in the temple one day crying to himself, Nikolay came in and asked him what was wrong, he said, "Ohh my son we are all doomed, we are fighting a battle that angers the gods, they shall make sure we do no go to paradise, but damnation." Then he went silent. At that moment he knew he was fighting a dishonorable battle, and gathered as many soldiers as possible, and went to Zanzibar. He stopped his thought as a small piece of paper drifted in.
Dear, Nikolay Barsov,
I would like to request a surrender,
My men are tired, and we are out of
Supplies, we will join you if you will
Spare us. I would like to congratulate
You, mercy or not, you have manage
Take down the Red storm............
The Red Storm... the, Red Storm. Red Storm. He fiddled around with the name in his head, until he realized what the Red Storm was. It was the 4th best in the covenant military. His group had won an onslaught by the Red Storm, maybe their was a chance for their little group, they had now captured the Red Storm. Good, now they had about 80 men. Woot he thought, and the covenant has 35 million, what fun this will be.
He had barked to his troops "Stop Fire." He then switched to broad cast, to every thing within 60 miles, the size of the island, "Surrender excepted, and march to our base, unarmed." "We will brief you on our mission there."...
At those words, Omt's jikal (Elites heart, containing a more efficient 3 chamber system.) skipped a beat. He was going to live. He ordered his troops to a strait line, he told them to drop their weapons and march, they knew what was happening, but none complained, for what made the Red Storm such an efficient squad, was that they would do anything possible survive.
They reached the base and were briefed on their cause, where they gratefully dedicated their life's to when they heard that a prophet and the gods were on their side, they knew the mission would be fierce, and then for the first time since installation 03 was built, a bright beam of light came down and slightly warmed the beach.
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