The Wrath of Heaven
Posted By: Caleb the Jackal<sttrooper87100@yahoo.com>
Date: 27 February 2005, 5:55 AM
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This is the story of two Spartans. Little is known about them because their orders were not something that the UNSC was proud of. They were sent to do the jobs that no one else could handle. They were sent to do the work that was reserved by the cosmos for hell itself. They were sent as a two man army of death. They are the Wrath of Heaven.
After the augmentation process trainee-002 and trainee-007 were the quickest to recover next to Sam.
Caleb-007 and Kevin-002 had been best friends since their first day of recruit training. Kevin had been upset that he was taking from his Mother and Father and Caleb had gone to comfort him. Ever since that moment the two had rarely been seen apart.
"Caleb, you and Spartan-002 will be stationed at Cyprus VII. You are to stop the rebellion against the UNSC forces that are stationed there. They are led by a man named Jonathan Trevors. He has a veritable army at his disposal." As the Master Chief said this a dark look crossed his face. "Do whatever you must to survive and stop this rebellion. Do I make myself clear?" Saying this Spartan-117 looked at Caleb with warning, which somehow only another Spartan could see through the reflective gold faceplate.
"Sir, with all due respect... I think that Spartan-002 and I could do much more good fighting the Covenant."
Opening a private com-link with Caleb, so as not to be overheard by the officers nearby John said, "Caleb, you and I have fought alongside for a long, long time. You know that I would not send you to do something that I thought could be done by someone else. Lexicus and Chuck are doing the same elsewhere. You are not the only ones."
"Yes Sir... I'm sorry. Kevin and I will go and halt the rebellion in its tracks," said 007 coldly. Caleb and John saluted each other and Spartan-007 walked toward the door. Turning he said, "Don't die before we come back John." With that he turned on his heel and left.
Caleb did not want to have to tell his best friend that together they would be sent to a forsaken planet on the outer rim of the human colonies just to settle a rebellion.
As the drop ship descended toward the dark forboding surface of Cyprus VII, Caleb and Kevin prepared their weapons and gear. Just before leaving on this mission all of the Spartans were fitted with new MJOLNER armor. Most of the Spartans were fitted with the olive green armor, but Caleb and Kevin had specially requested, upon hearing that she was working on a better version, that Dr. Halsey make their sets black. The suits of armor were nothing short of beautiful. They glistened opalescent black, and made the Spartans look as if they were medieval knights.
Caleb thought back to before the augmentation when they were just "normal humans. Kevin was strong back then. Really strong. Caleb bet that he could even have made CPO Mendez cry with one of his crazy submission holds. Now with MJOLNER armor and enhanced strength and reflexes he could probably crush a plate of titanium A with his hands.
Caleb on the other hand was master with a knife. He was born on the streets of Rotterdam, on Earth. He was homeless when Doctor Halsey had found him. At only six years old he would throw knives to impress a crowd into tossing him a few coins. After the augmentation Caleb was willing to bet his life that he could take on and Elite with a plasma rifle, and come out unscathed using only his knife.
Now would be their big chance to prove themselves. They had done countless ops before, but none quite as dangerous as this.
Grabbing his thick black belt that held no less than six, twelve inch, razor sharp knives, and latched it around his wast. He hefted two modified M2C pistols that fired high gauge, explosive rounds. They were also capable of firing armor piercing rounds, and acid rounds.
"So Kev, you ready to do this thing?" asked 007 as he watched Kevin slide a fresh clip into his modified CP-78A sniper rifle.
"We're about to find out aren't we?" Laughed Spartan-002 "Let's go kick some rebel ass," yelled Kevin over the roar of the pelican engines, as the blast doors opened.
Together they silently dropped to the soft forest floor and disappeared into the night.
The first thing that the two giant soldiers noticed as they made their way through the dark dreary woods was that there seemed to be no animals or sounds of animals anywhere. There wasn't a sound to be heard in any direction.
Holding up his hand and sliding one finger down the side of his helmet, Caleb gave the signal for radio silence, then knelt and started to scratch in the dirt. Kevin came up alongside him and looked at the ground where Spartan-007 was crouching. There were thick black looking bloodstains on the dirt and leaves that blanketed the forest floor, where Caleb was pointing. They led away north. The lead Spartan motioned that he would scout ahead and for Kevin to follow at a distance and watch his back. Kevin fell back and dissapeared without Caleb even noticing. When he looked back to give the goahead Kevin was gone.
The twelve inch double edged dagger that was gripped in Calebs hand glistened in the moonlight as Caleb crept forward, silent as a shadow, which is an amazing feat for someone weighing nearly two hundred kilos. Turning without a sound he looked around for his teammate. There, he saw him about twenty meters behind him. All he saw was a shadow upon shadows that seemed to barely move against the wind. No one that didn't have enhanced vision could have seen it. He turned back and kept going. He saw what he was looking for.
In the clearing ahead was a site that sent a shiver down Caleb's back. Hanging eerily in the silver moonlight, blood dripping from their naked corpses, were three men. Once the lead Spartan made certain that they were alone he motioned for Kevin to come out.
The two Spartan stood not knowing what to do about the dead soldiers. Kevin seemed to come to his senses first. The men still had their UNSC issue dog tags around their necks. Kevin took each of them off in one swift motion without touching their skin. Who the hell had done such a heinous act? Anger rose up in Caleb and he could see it in Kevin too.
After taking the men down and burying them, Caleb and Kevin ripped all of the branches of the trees nearest the clearing. They laid them in a cross pattern over the grave. They marked the cross at the the east, west, and south point with the men's blood. Then Caleb covered his dagger with blood and drove it up to the hilt in the larges beam of the cross right at the top. Finally they wrote this message on the ground in the crimson red of death.
As their blood flowed God shed tears, as your blood shall flow God will shed none. We are sent by God as he pours out his wrath upon. The lives you have taken will be avenged.
Authors note: Sorry that this is so short. I wanted to open it up and let you meet the characters and then really get into the story. I hope this will be a good foundation to a story but if not I can re-write it.
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