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Sep'Reo [The Reclamation]: Chapter 1
Posted By: JJiggssaw<kajh_fargo@hotmail.com>
Date: 25 February 2004, 10:09 PM
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Chapter 1
Aboard UNSC frigate Gettysburg
Slipspace
Master Chief Petty Officer, Spartan John -117, stared out in to the inky blackness of slipspace, his thoughts mulling over recent events. Admiral Whitcomb and Lieutenant Haverson and their kamikaze mission near the Unyielding Hierophant... Private Locklear and the strange explosion that seemed to be his death...and finally the disappearance of Kelly and Dr. Halsey and the mystery shrouding the doctor's intentions. "Cortana, do you still have the information on Halo?" he inquired. Her holographic body swirled into view. "Yes, 3-D blueprints of everything that the Covenant had onboard the Ascendant Justice, and any other technology I found along the way. I'm still sorting the Covenant-related data but the Halo info is stored on my chip."
The Master Chief smiled. Cortana was truly a 'smart' AI.
"Tell me more," he demanded softly. Cortana sighed and once again turned her attention back to him.
"Technically this technology is roughly 270 years ahead of the cutting edge stuff ONI has been working on. If we have enough time before the Covenant attack again we can match their effort."
-117 smiled. This was going to be one helluva fight if they could plan everything carefully. Humanity would have a fighting chance.
Temple of The Holy
Restammaleeia (Colonial High Command City)
Covenant Planet Shesh'Nui'Haz
Grand Prophet Holva sat stock-still on his floating dais, his eyes peering intently into the gloom. He had memorised every fluorescent tile, every meandering stream that ran along its length, every plant, animal, or guard that spent time in his Divine Chamber in the Temple of The Holy. He motioned his head to the left. The lights rose. Three Spartans stood stock-still in the middle of the room.
New York City
Earth
Dr. Halsey walked down the gloomy hallway, Kelly following in a dreamy trance. Or so it seemed. The strange pair arrived at a door, Kelly's head bobbing two feet above the Doctor's. A shiny plaque above the doorknob read Col. Ackerson. Dr. Halsey knocked. The door opened to reveal a man with pale features, and everything from the mirror-like sheen of his boots to the crisp uniform to the pristine lab-coat overtop revealed him to be a military man.
"Catherine. It has been a long time, has it not? I see you've brought your wind up soldier friend as well." He said in a condescending drawl.
"I don't have time for this, Julian; we need to work together if we want to get this done."
"I do", he replied with a smile. He raised his UNSC issue M6D pistol and fired point blank at the doctor's chest.
UNSC frigate Gettysburg
Luna IV space dock
The various manufactured moons circling earth's surface were each named "Luna" and assigned a number. Currently there were seven, another in the making. They were hives of activity, massive balls of titanium half the size of their namesake. They served as the base for many projects, as well as the headquarters of the Plasma Research Centre that was manufacturing the first human plasma weapons. The Lunas and the MJOLNIR armour shared the prize of being the pinnacle of human engineering.
The Gettysburg slowly backed onto the dock, atmosphere locks latching onto the exits in its hull. It lurched to a halt. Sergeant Johnson and the Spartans stayed on the ship, talking about sitting back in the Lounge.
The Master Chief, however, had another objective. He walked through the airlock into Luna IV, with two resolute marines in compressed alloy combat armour who escorted him to the office of Commander Claes Andersen.
"Sir!" John said with a crisp salute. "Master Chief. At ease." The Commander replied, a kind of respectful awe in his eyes, "It is an honour to meet the man who has made such an immense difference to humanity. The long transmission Cortana sent out after the destruction of the Unyielding Hierophant and the loss of your brave comrades was, if you allow me to be so blunting, amazing. If you'd oblige, please leave Cortana to talk to the ONI techs down on floor 8b75. I think you've earned yourself a bit of R&R, so your duties have been postponed for a month. I hope you enjoy it." With that, the commander left.
Temple of The Holy
Restammaleeia (Colonial High Command City)
Covenant Planet Shesh'Nui'Haz
The three Spartans were sent away long ago on the covert mission designed to be the fail-safe for the operation to capture a Prophet. They were sent ahead by the Admiralty and nearly forgotten after the fall of Reach. Dr. Halsey had briefly contacted them after her escape from the Gettysburg, telling them only to be on Earth in 7 days, with or without the Prophet. Now they stood in the centre of the chamber, their camouflage giving off only a light shimmer, perfectly resembling the room. The Prophet seemingly satisfied that no-one had entered the Temple of The Holy motioned for the lights to be turned down and went back to his divine train of thought.
Quietly, with such slow painstaking motions, Emmanuelle -58 crept over and soundlessly charged an Elite guard with two thousand volts of electricity, frying his brain and bringing on instant rigor mortis. She continued with each guard, rejoicing at the fact that they were never in pairs. Lucas -85's AI, Xafay, took x-ray and MRI scans of the Prophet to calculate the amount of electricity it would take to put him into a temporary state of unconsciousness. Lastly, Jered -42 unlocked the exit to the room with a UNSC Lockbreaker. The three Spartans then turned and slowly made their way towards the Prophet. Lucas crept behind him and held his hovering dais still while Emmanuelle and Jered 'fried' him. Just before the charge reached his brain, however, The Prophet's innate sixth sense realised something was very wrong. It instantly set off an alarm throughout the entire Temple linked to his cranial functions. Lucas shoved a camouflage pyramid into the Prophet's chest, rendering him invisible like the humans. The Spartans picked the Covenant leader up and ran madly towards the door.
To Be Continued...
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