A Final Shot - Part 1
Posted By: James<PenquinMilitia@aol.com>
Date: 17 July 2003, 1:47 AM
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.Intro.
The war is won. A planet is decimated. The people of earth no longer fear the Covenant. For one man has changed their hopes to the end of the war. A lone man, bred to protect earth. He has seen war, and over come it time and time again. But that is not to say that he has not felt the affects of war more than any. This one war alone has taken everything from him. Friends gone, family gone. With such little left, what could drive a man to continue the fight? Revenge. It is no longer become a fight for life. That fight is in him already. And that is where our story will pick up. Just hours after Johns defeating the Covenant he has need massive surgery for all that he has lost.
.Doctor.
What happened to this man?
.Solider.
Plasma Sword got him.
.Doctor.
I don't know what we will be able to do. But we will save as much as we can.
.Scene.
The sight is a gruesome one at best. Just as the Covenant were taking off, a lone elite attacked 117 from behind. With one cool in mind, and that was to kill him. But little did his attacker know, 117 noticed him coming at him. And as the sword swung high he ducked, spun around, and caught it in the arm before shooting the last Covenant on earth. Now rushed to the hospital they will attempt to save what they can of him. Blood loss a minimum; do to the burning of the plasma, scorching the blood vessels. His armor tough to be removed, but is needed off in order to save what they can.
.Doctor.
This doesn't look good. His best chance is a loss of the limb.
.Nurse.
I'll call Doctor Rogers in.
.Doctor.
No, it'll take to long. I imagine that he needs to get out of here soon. My only choice is to take of the rest of the arm and hope for the best.
.Nurse.
I'll inform the others he came in with.
.Scene.
There sitting at a table the only four who were willing to bring John in. All looking as if they knew of John's situation.
.Nurse.
I'm sorry boys. He is gonna have to lose his arm.
.Solider.
Can't we stick him in a F.B.R.T.?
.Nurse.
Excuse me?
.Solider 2.
Full Body Rejuvenation Tank, mam. And no we cant. The cov upgraded their technology, which means we have yet to find a solution to the new plasma injuries.
.Scene.
Night passes and John slowly wakes, unsure of where he is. Confusion soon spread to panic and he realizes his right arm is shorter than it use to be.
.John.
What the hell is going on!?
.Scene.
A calm relaxing voice fills the room, it is the one voice John trusts more than any.
.Cortona.
Relax, I'll explain everything to you.
.John.
Where is my arm? Where am I?
.Cortona.
You must relax John. You were injured when an Elite attacked you from behind. You lost your arm when its sword struck you. We took you to the local hospital.
.John.
Whose we?
.Scene.
In walk the four soldiers that had brought John in.
.Cortona.
Without them you'd still be passed out along some road.
.John.
I guess I owe you all a thanks.
.Cortona.
You owe them more than that John. They saved your life from a patrolling tank. You could have been killed.
.Scene.
The doors to the hospital burst open, and a young man dashes down the hall. Passing the check-in desk, past security, all the way right to Johns rooms.
.Solider.
What the hell boy? You look like you've seen the Covenant return.
.Young Man.
Close enough sir. (Looking over to John) They need you back at HQ right away.
.Cortona.
Do you not see the state he is in? He'll be lucky if he can pick up a gun again.
.Scene.
Before Cortona could finish her sentence John had already jumped up and was ready to go. The four soldiers help put his helmet and chest protector on. Cortona all the while telling John he needed his rest.
.John.
I am a solider, not a patient.
.Scene.
The young man led them back to a warthog, and drove them off to HQ. Not knowing why he was need, but only that he was. John was ready to go. Arm or no arm. Just after a short while the Warthog has come to a halt and the six make their way inside. All to the gasp and excitement of what was left of the UNSC troops in the area.
.Young Man.
Sir! I have brought back 117.
.General.
Good man, dismissed.
.Scene.
The young man walks off leaving the just John and the soldiers who brought him in.
.General.
You are dismissed boys.
.John.
They're with me. And they are gonna hear this.
.General.
Very well. I understand that you have lost a lot in this war 117. As of recent your arm. How would like to give them a little payback for that arm? How would you like to bring an end to all that you've seen?
.John.
Get to the point.
.General.
I want you to go to the Covenant home world and destroy what they have left. You and the entire UNSC will take the fight to them this time.
.John.
You expect a one armed man, and 30,000 men to take out the entire planet. Did you not see what the Covenant brought to us? They have weapons we can barley imagine. And still you want us to take them out with a few bullets.
.General.
If that's your view of things so be it. But to answer your question, yes. You see, we've captured a bit of Covenant technology that they don't have any match to.
.Scene.
A large screen behind the general turns on, and shows an image of a Covenant stealth ship crashing to the ground.
.General.
They made the mistake of passing through our sensors before they could reactivate their stealth. We shot them down instantly and took what was inside.
.Cortona.
And what was inside that makes you think we can win this war?
.General.
I'm glad you asked.
.Scene.
In rolls a large black suit.
.General.
Meet the newest form of Covenant technology. The strength to crumble a building in a single blow, and the ability to walk past any sensor. Throw that in with a shield not even to tanks missiles cant break through and you got yourself the newest suit. And we want you to wear it John.
.John.
And my arm?
.General.
I'll have out robotics team find a way to create a new one for you.
.Cortona.
John, this doesn't seem like the best of ideas.
.John.
Cortona, with all due respect, you never know when to keep your mouth closed do you? The covenant has taken to much from me. It's my turn to take everything from them. General, I'm in.
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