Mysteries of the Unknown SPARTAN; pt. ][ ][
Posted By: Infection Form 143<infectionform143@hotml.com>
Date: 25 December 2006, 6:09 am
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The menacing shadow loomed atop the rubble and trash. There were obvious signs of MJOLNIR VII armor among his clothing, and he held as a weapon a makeshift sword of some kind.
He had modified the helmet, removing the night vision, and them their own solitary goggles. He had long greasy black hair, which matted to his scalp, and curled along the edges. He had completely removed his chest plate, leaving only the undershield as protection against the environment.
"You know," said the man. "It's a bad idea to be outdoors at this hour." He moved down the pile of rubble, and stepped into view of Tomahawk's flashlight.
"Is that so?" asked Tomahawk. "Why is that?"
"This planet's natives aren't exactly friendly."
Just then, a loud howl was heard from the distant West. Tomahawk looked at his threat indicator. There was a large ring of red dots surrounded the area.
"I've been listening to your radio chatter since your ship entered the atmosphere." Said the Rogue SPARTAN III. "You'd better broadcast to all your troops to find cover."
"Why?"
"A little storm." Said the Rogue. "The night is setting in, and pretty soon a solar flare is going to cause an Atmospheric Differential Climate Effect."
Soon enough, the sun set behind the main planet, high above the atmosphere. There was a large flash, and then darkness.
"Everyone get indoors now!" Tomahawk screamed into his Comm.
A stuttering response came from each member of his squad as a loud crack was heard.
"Get into the shop now!" Screamed the Rogue. Him, Lee, and Tomahawk leaped into a busted old shop, whose roof had apparently caved in.
Suddenly, there was a flash of blinding light, and a large atmospheric missile ricocheted off the sun. The large blue beam crashed like a ring through the other planets in the system, and as soon as the beam collided with the atmosphere, the gravity forcefully lifted, and crashed down viciously. Tomahawk screamed as his body hit the ground, and was forced onto it.
"God DAMMIT!" Lee shrieked in pain. "It's crushing me!"
The gravity slowly set itself back to normal, and the three men raised t5o their feet. Like clockwork, Tomahawk and the Rouge pointed their guns at each other.
"What the Hell are you people doing here?" The Rouge asked tensely.
"Reconnaissance mission." Said Lee softly. "We were sent here to clean up the area for excavation, and gather military Intel from any functioning data outlets."
"Well you just stepped head first into a living, breathing Hell hole."
"What do you mean?" Asked Tomahawk.
The Rouge lowered his makeshift sword, and looked out the window of the building as another howl was heard.
"They're moving in." Said the Rouge. "We have about two minutes to get out of the plaza."
"Why do we want to get out of the plaza?"
"Move now, ask questions later."
Tomahawk vengefully agreed, and moved silently through the damp alleyways. Long pipes stretched from the ground to the very top of the buildings, where they emptied into basins. There were crows hovering ominously over the basins, watching the trio as they crept silently through the shadows.
Tomahawk stepped into a puddle of some sort of rank, mulch liquid. He cursed under his breath, and continued to creep slowly out of the plaza. Suddenly, Tomahawk's comm. unit buzzed in.
"Sir, it's Farley." Came a low buzzing voice. "We've encountered something. I've searched the local database, and there's no record of it. It isn't any type of Flood Form the UNSC has ever encountered before."
Tomahawk was ready to respond when the Rouge silenced him. He peered around the corner, and searched the scene.
"You two stay here and cover me." He pointed to Lee and said. "You good with that rifle?" Lee nodded. "I'm going to search up ahead. You climb up that fire escape and run point."
Lee nodded and climbed up a fire escape with his rifle. The Rouge pointed to Tomahawk. "You tell your pals to run. They may be SPARTANs, but they aren't trained for this."
"Sir, do you copy?"
"Copy," said Tomahawk. "Farley, take the rest of the squad, and got back to the Pelican as fast as you can. Tell the pilot to circle the city, until I give you rendezvous coordinates."
"Roger that—Wait. Oh shit! RICO! GET DOWN!"
"Farley? FARLEY!"
The message ended in static.
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