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Spartans Forever: Part I
Posted By: Infection Form 143<aprilmikechris@aol.com>
Date: 21 June 2006, 6:43 am
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A single drop ship hovered quickly to the outskirts of a concrete jungle, to drop a small squad of Spartan Ops. Their mission: stop a rabble between a rouge government, the Covenant Republic, and the UNSC. The squad was tense, for many troops, this was their first mission as part of the SPARTAN-III program. Suddenly, loud rock music filled the ship; this caused discomfort among the soldiers. "Sergeant Hamilton, sir?" Asked one soldier, Dan Tomahawk.
"Yeah," said Hamilton. "What do you need, rookie?"
"I thought we were trying to be stealthy," said Tomahawk. "I don't think this is helping us get in unnoticed."
"Stow it, rookie," yelled the Sergeant. "I heard back on the Reach colony that the Covenant Drones can't stand loud noises. It should confuse them enough to provide some cover for the LZ."
"I understand." Said Tomahawk. Suddenly, the drop ship shuddered, and rocked.
A voice then came over the intercom; it was the pilot making an announcement. "Alert: the LZ is hot. Repeat, the LZ is hot. Five to dirt, get ready troops." The Spartans performed one last diagnostics check on their MJOLNIR mark II armor, and nervously prepared for the mission.
Usually the Spartans weren't nervous about a simple crowd control response, but this area of the galaxy was said to be infested with the Flood parasite. The drop ship landed quickly while mist evaporated in the sunlight. Tomahawk gripped his right arm. The thing had been twitching and bugging up all week. But it wasn't his choice, he had lost the arm in battle, and it was replaced by Covenant technology. He was thankful, though. Thankful he only lost an arm.
"How long has it been?" Asked Hamilton.
"Excuse me?"
"I looked over your medical records," he explained. "How long has it been since you lost your arm?"
"Three years…they also gave me some freak implants."
One of the troops, who had been listening in, said sarcastically: "Well they must have done a hell of a good job."
"Why don't you shut the hell up Tanner." Said Hamilton.
The soldier bit his lip and turned away. The ship shuttered one last time before sounds of landing gear were heard. "Alright" Said the pilot over the intercom. "Good luck, Marines." With that note the Release hatch screeched open, and the troops were off.
They split up into six groups of two, and darted off in all directions. Each group either found cover, or circled around the LZ.
"Tomahawk!" Screamed Hamilton. "I need you to call in HQ, tell them that this place is crawling with Covvies!"
"I'm on it, Sir!" The Spartan soldier turned from the pile of rubble, and dove into a nearby alley way. "Unit 117, do you copy?" He said into his comlink.
"Yeah, what do you need?"
"What is your location?" Tomahawk asked as he place his firing icon over an Elites head, and fired a 7.62mm capsule into it. He charged the gurnt patrolling with it, punched his jaw, and grasped his hand around it's breathing apuratus and ripped it right off.He kneed it in the face, and left it to sufficate on the floor.
"Um, me and Tanner are on a rooftop taking out some patrol units by the Northern Comunication Tower, why?"
"Hold your position and keep firing,we have to clear that tower to transmit a message to HQ."
"Alright Dan, will do."
"Give em hell, Marine."
"John out." The message ended as Dan rounded a corner, and found himself face-to-face with a Hunter.
"Oh, sh--" The hunter charged toward him, barely fitting through the narrow alley. The gound shook as it gave chase after the Spartan, screaming "Demon is good kill!" It charged it's fuel rod gun. The Spartan grabbed for a grenade but found none. He reached for the corpse of the dead Elite, and nabbed a Plasma grenade. He pressed down to activate it, and stuck it snugly onto the spongey orange flesh, and waited for the fireworks.
He dove into an open door, and felt the hunter's blood drip through his armor. "S-O-B didn't know who he was messin' with." He walked out of the building, and continued to the spot where he had discovered the monstrosity. When he reached the area, he climbed down a flight of blood-slicked stairs. He appeared to be in a large Courtyard where a large battle had apparently been fought.
He heard moaning, and looked on his threat indicator, and a yellow dot appeared in the top-right corner. "Hello?" He shouted. "Any UNSC personell please respond."
"Over here." Said a stuttering voice. The Spartan followed it, and saw a group of Marines, with a medic hastily trying to nurse all of them at once. The injured Marines seemed to be decaying, as if they had been dead for ages, they smelt like it too. "Glad someone showed up." Said the medic. "Private Noland Holmes. Glad to meet you." He said as he extended a hand.
Daniel shook it with sneaking suspicion. "Spartan 129. What hppaened?"
"Oh, right." Said Hlomes. "Well, I'd think it's obvious, don't you?"
"The Flood?"
"Bingo."
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