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Oblivion Chapter 3
Posted By: Reclaimer<Xenoragnarok@aol.com>
Date: 15 July 2003, 6:09 AM
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Master Chief once again visited the dream world, and the company was a whole lot more human this time around. The deceased SPARTAN, Linda, appeared before him. Her long, blonde hair glistened with the light of a distant star, and her body seemed to glow. He cried out to her, but he knew that no amount of crying would be enough to bring her back. The Chief felt remorse and guilt for not saving her. His mind replayed her death; he watched as Linda grabbed his arm, so close to being pulled from danger, yet so far. Linda's body jerked; blood began to pour through the mortal wound inflicted by a Covenant sniper. The Chief viciously applied bio-foam to the wound, injected her with an anti-shock drug, and covered the wound with bandages, but it was too late. He performed CPR, but Linda would not return. The Covenant had taken the thing most dear to him.
He stood now on a short cliff, overlooking a vast ocean resembling those on Halo. With the wind in his hair, the salty smell of the sea in his nose, and the sand beneath his feet, he spread Linda's ashes over the murky waters. Beside the Master Chief stood his SPARTAN brethren, all in formal clothing, all deceased. Their sparkling medals were the only remnants of their lives remaining. The medals were the last memories of these shattered soldiers. They had shown up to welcome their fallen comrade to the afterlife, and as they saluted her, Linda appeared with them. A tear rolled down the Chief's cheek as the SPARTANs themselves, disappeared. The Chief was left by himself; he was the first, and now, he was the last.
The Chief watched a massive, black storm form somewhere across the ocean and felt its thunderous booms. The thunderhead reached up into the heavens, gathering strength from the warm seas around it. He felt alone; He was alone. He would have to face the storm alone. Though a strong wind almost blew him over, he stood tall. He knew what he had to do.
Jimmy sank down into a chair in the meeting room. He sipped his coffee. It was surprisingly good and had a nice caffeine kick to it. The lead designer walked in. Mr. Fujimoto stood in front of them and sighed. He pressed a key, and a hologram of the Mark VI sprung from thin air.
"This, as you know, ladies and gentlemen, is the Mark VI battle armor. Now, I know you've seen the reports. I know, they are disheartening. Don't worry; I've gotten word from HQ to continue with the project. They have ordered one suit. What that means, I do not know, but they have sent me some rather interesting technology."
The scientist pressed another key, and yet another hologram appeared. It was a ball. The ball lit up in a bright flash and morphed into a plasma sword.
"This, ladies and gentlemen, is a plasma sword. It is captured Covenant technology. Until now, we had not the slightest clue of how it worked or even how to capture it, but with a little human ingenuity, we found out. The Brass at HQ wants us to integrate it with the new suit. I've drawn up a few instructions and plans, but they need refining. If you could just work it out amongst yourselves, that would be great. So far, the plasma sword is the closest thing to a light saber that we've ever seen, enough to send a Star Wars nerd into a frothing frenzy. "
Jimmy took a copy of the notes and flipped through them. The plans called for connecting the shield geometric regulator to the hand and focusing some of the shield's energy through a clenched fist to form an energy blade. It would work, and the energy suit would have a new multi-purpose slicing tool. He wondered if they could add in a wine opener and nail file, as well.
There were also discussions about an experimental power source being installed in the suit. The suit's AI would get a faster CPU. There would be little added bonuses in the visor, and a final jetpack model had been completed and was currently being installed. Jimmy's expertise in shield technology, however, demanded that he assist in the installation of the plasma sword. He always got to do the fun stuff. He hurried off after the meeting to do the appointed task.
High over Mars, the Covenant scout ship, Guiding Prophet, sat cloaked in silence. The ship quietly gathered information about human defense capabilities regarding Mars, Earth, and the moon.
"If we strike now, the humans will not be able to put up a fight," stated the commanding officer of the ship.
The resplendent figure on the screen shifted.
"Commander, when have they ever? I would do right to remind you that the Way of the Prophets requires that we strive for perfection, and perfection takes time. Our forces will be their in due time; impatience is of little use to the Covenant. Furthermore, you will continue to hold position and gather data for the invasion. Remember: our day is at hand and the final victory almost ours. The Humans will soon be one with oblivion."
"Yes, sir. I shall maintain our current status. End transmission."
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