The days of truth
Posted By: scottisonfire<trashcan_kids77@hotmail.com>
Date: 4 May 2004, 1:27 AM
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The days of truth
Bravo team sat huddled on either side of the door. They sat there crouched in silence, holding their modified MA5B rifles in their MJOLNIR armored hands. Their armor, black in color, was the latest in SPARTAN technology. A shimmering gold visor hid their faces. They were the SPARTANs. The best of the best and earths final hope against the covenant.
They were aboard a covenant cruiser called the The Final Chance. Their mission was to capture the covenant prophet aboard the ship and blow it out of the sky. So far the mission hadn't gone so well. They had failed to meet up with team alpha and by the report over the covenant battle net, their element of surprise was gone. They were waiting in the room they had planned to meet up in but alpha team had yet to show. The room it self was a large cathedral like room with pillars on either side. The walls were purple in colour and the roof stretched out of sight. Bravo team were by the exit door, waiting. The many attempts to rise alpha team on a secure COM link had failed and SPARTAN-111, bravo team leader, was growing worried.
A noise on the other side of the room received all the SPARTAN's attention. 111 opened a secure link over Bravo link to another one of the 4 soldiers. "114, go investigate and report."
114 replied with just a head nod. With the other SPARTANs covering him, 114 made his way slowly across the room, not a sound made. He moved stealthily across the room to the other side.
111 then heard from the COM in his black helmet,
"Sir. 114 reporting in. Its alpha team with the cargo."
"Roger that. Bring them here."
"Affirmative"
And like ghosts, 5 SPARTANS appeared out of the shadows, two carrying a large bundle between them.
"Alpha team reporting sir. We got the cargo. Sorry for being late, ran into a covenant patrol."
"Its alright lets just get the hell out of here" replied 111. "113 open door and secure."
"Roger" said another SPARTAN as he moved through the door. 2 silenced gunshot came from the room. "Clear" came the response on open SPARTAN frequency as both teams moved though the door to find the bodys of 2 grunts, one of them a squad leader in his now blue stained red armour. 111 opened the map of the ship on his HUD. He put a marker on all the SPARTANs HUDs. It showed how far they had to go to the hanger where 2 pelicans would pick them up. So far they had more than 2000 metres to go.
"This is to easy...."muttered the spartan to 111's left over the COM. 111 agreed. So far the mission had gone off without a hitch and even though that may have been a good thing, it worried everyone on bravo team and alpha team. A covenant prophet should have more protection than just a patrol and 2 grunts. Then again it could be luck. But once you joined the UNSC marine corp, you realized something. There's no such thing as luck. Its either you fight like hell and bring some back with ya or you go down like a hero giving them hell before you go.
They entered the hanger to find a huge room filled with faint purple dropships and banshess. There were 3 elites patrolling the ground level. Other than that, the coast was clear.
"Alright I want 3 men guarding the door we just came from and 3 others at the other door at the end of this platform. 104, you watch those elites down there. And 113 I think its time we give the flyboys a call."
"Roger."replied one of the spartans holding the prophet as he opened a link onto the entire UNSC battlenet. "This is spartan team OMEGA we need pickup on the double. We got the cargo."
A reply came back "Roger that OMEGA team 2 birds heading your way."said the pilot at command.
But just like most things in life, just when it looks like the coast is clear, its not. 104 came running up to 111 and said briefly "The elites have gone to get friends" .
111 nodded and said to both teams "Alright boys looks like we got company coming so lock and load and give 'em hell." and he looked over at the spartans guarding the doors. "Place satchel charges on those doors. We'll give em a new doorbell." as the spartans bent to place 2 small satchels at each door.
111 tipped over 3 covie terminals and gave quick orders to the other 7 spartans crouched behind them, rifles trained at the doors waiting. "Get that prophet between us, we don't want the cargo damaged. Oh and set up a small weapons cache in the middle here." said 111 as his squad quickly carried out the orders. "Alright boys, here they come"
Just as the words left his mouth over the COM, the covenant came knocking on both doors.....
Part2 coming soon!
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