A New Breed of Spartan by Forerunner's Advocate
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A Golden Opportunity
Date: 1 October 2004, 7:36 PM
Authors Note: This is relatively the same story with a few of the bugs worked out of it. And I tried to make it more military as Mc's Cousin suggested I hope you all like it better. Enjoy
It was 0700 hours when someone tapped on the door.
"Corporal... Captain Andrews wants to see you on the bridge."
"Ok, I'll be right up." Said Corporal Lance Campbell. "Thank you private."
Campbell strode easily from his quarters to the lift at the end of the hall. He was 6' 1" and with his UNSC issue combat boots he was easily 6'3". He had a commanding presence though not because of his rank but because of his record. As he stepped into the lift his mind turned to other things.
"John I need you to record as much as you can of Campbell's actions on this mission." Said Doctor Halsey. "We don't have the time to create Spartans as we did with you. We need to use soldiers that are already trained. You are a very talented soldier but you need backup. You preformed at maximum when you worked with a team."
Spartan-117 seemed to take all of this in without emotion.
"I will. May I ask a question?"
"Of course you may. There is no need for protocol here John. You may ask me anything." Said Dr. Halsey
"Well if this mission is successful and you deem the candidates worthy of the program how can you be sure with so few that the augmentation will not destroy them?"
"I have tested numerous soldiers for compatibility and this soldier is not the best but his body will work perfectly for the augmentation process. There are also three others that have been tested for compatibility and they should also make a perfect team. With their combined expertise you will be the perfect team. This mission is one of the last pieces of the Spartan-III project. I trust you not to fail John. Good luck."
As the doors to the lift slid open his mind returned to the events at hand.
Campbell saluted sharply his body completely rigid. He had no idea why he had been called here so he'd better do things right. Plus he had been in the military for three years at least so it was unnatural for him to do anything else.
"At ease soldier." said Andrews. "I have a special mission that I thought was right up your alley."
"Yes sir" stated Campbell coolly.
"You have heard of the Spartan-II program have you not?"
"Yes Sir."
"Well a man called Spartan-117 or Master Chief has been assigned a special mission and you have been assigned to accompany him. You are the best Campbell. That is why this mission will be decisive for your career. And since he is possibly the only remaining Spartan you would be the best candidate for the job." Andrews said as an afterthought.
"When do I leave sir?" Asked Campbell.
"0600 hours, tomorrow morning." Said Andrews. "I expect you will be ready by then?"
"I'll be ready Sir." Corporal Lance Campbell saluted sharply and turned on his heal to leave.
0500 hours, UNSC Time
"Corporal Campbell, I would like to introduce you to Spartan-117." Said Captain Andrews.
Campbell snapped a perfect salute. He had never wanted to make a good impression more than he did right now. He tried to hide the nervousness that he felt. The man facing him was at least seven feet tall.
"At ease soldier." Said the Spartan
Campbell took his hand away from his head but still stood perfectly still. "So what is the mission that I am to accompany you on?" Asked Campbell stiffly. He was the picture of military crispness although now it was out of habit instead of nervousness.
"We are to deliver supplies to a military outpost on a location that is confidential until we are in route. It should be pretty routine but we will encounter some covenant forces." Said the Spartan matter of factly. "We pull out in one hour. Be ready."
Again Campbell saluted crisply.
"Thank you. You are dismissed." Said the Spartan.
Lance Campbell walked back to his quarters wondering how he had been chosen to acompany the Spartan. He had done well on all of his missions and had yet to fail any of them but he wondered if there was more to this below the surface. But for now he had been givin an order and he meant to follow it to the best of his abilities.
A New Breed of Spartan-Chapter 1:Project Classified
Date: 5 October 2004, 6:04 PM
(after all the troubles I had with my computer and poor writing skills I hope this story will be worth while. It seems good so far and i am smoothing out the wrinckles with the timeline enjoy.)
It was 0700 hours when someone tapped on the door.
"Corporal... Captain Andrews wants to see you on the bridge."
"Ok, I'll be right up." Said Corporal Lance Campbell. "Thank you private."
Campbell strode easily from his quarters to the lift at the end of the hall. He was 6' 1" and with his UNSC issue combat boots he was easily 6'3". He had a commanding presence though not because of his rank but because of his record. As he stepped into the lift his mind turned to other things.
"John I need you to record as much as you can of Campbell's actions on this mission." Said Doctor Halsey. "We don't have the time to create Spartans as we did with you. We need to use soldiers that are already trained. You are a very talented soldier but you need backup. You preformed at maximum when you worked with a team."
Spartan-117 seemed to take all of this in without emotion.
"I will. May I ask a question?"
"Of course you may. There is no need for protocol here John. You may ask me anything." Said Dr. Halsey
"Well if this mission is successful and you deem the candidates worthy of the program how can you be sure with so few that the augmentation will not destroy them?"
"I have tested numerous soldiers for compatibility and this soldier is not the best but his body will work perfectly for the augmentation process. There are also three others that have been tested for compatibility and they should also make a perfect team. With their combined expertise you will be the perfect team. This mission is one of the last pieces of the Spartan-III project. I trust you not to fail John. Good luck."
As the doors to the lift slid open his mind returned to the events at hand.
Campbell saluted sharply his body completely rigid. He had no idea why he had been called here so he'd better do things right. Plus he had been in the military for three years at least so it was unnatural for him to do anything else.
"At ease soldier." said Andrews. "I have a special mission that I thought was right up your alley."
"Yes sir" stated Campbell coolly.
"You have heard of the Spartan-II program have you not?"
"Yes Sir."
"Well a man called Spartan-117 or Master Chief has been assigned a special mission and you have been assigned to accompany him. You are the best Campbell. That is why this mission will be decisive for your career. And since he is possibly the only remaining Spartan you would be the best candidate for the job." Andrews said as an afterthought.
"When do I leave sir?" Asked Campbell.
"0600 hours, tomorrow morning." Said Andrews. "I expect you will be ready by then?"
"I'll be ready Sir." Corporal Lance Campbell saluted sharply and turned on his heal to leave.
0500 hours, UNSC Time
"Corporal Campbell, I would like to introduce you to Spartan-117." Said Captain Andrews.
Campbell snapped a perfect salute. He had never wanted to make a good impression more than he did right now. He tried to hide the nervousness that he felt. The man facing him was at least seven feet tall.
"At ease soldier." Said the Spartan
Campbell took his hand away from his head but still stood perfectly still. "So what is the mission that I am to accompany you on?" Asked Campbell stiffly. He was the picture of military crispness although now it was out of habit instead of nervousness.
"We are to deliver supplies to a military outpost on a location that is confidential until we are in route. It should be pretty routine but we will encounter some covenant forces." Said the Spartan matter of factly. "We pull out in one hour. Be ready."
Again Campbell saluted crisply.
"Thank you. You are dismissed." Said the Spartan.
Many things went through Lance's mind as he descended the lift toward the deck that his quarters were located on. He assumed that he would need all of his rest if he was to even keep up with Master Chief. He would already be slowing him dow a considerable amount. And he new that if he was in the master chief's place that he would not want a marine(however well trained) to accompany him.
Once in his barracks Lance undressed and slipped into bed. He let a silent prayer drift up toward the heavens. He feared he would need all the help that God was willing to give him. Then feeling better about the mission to come he slipped away from the solid world and into his dreams.
A New Breed of Spartan: Chapter 3- Into the Darkness
Date: 25 January 2005, 4:10 AM
"Corporal... Maintain radio silence once inside."
"Yes sir."
As they slowly advanced their positions Corporal Lance Campbell felt that there could only be more bad news; but he belayed the thought and pressed on having to lengthen his strides considerably to keep up with the Spartan.
The walls of the compound were covered in many places with scorch marks and equally filled with bullet holes that could fit the barrel of an 8-gauge shotgun into them. Covenant bodies were everywhere. Lance felt a surge of pride to see that the Covenant bodies outnumbered the marine bodies ten to one. There were even a few Elite bodies among the rabble. Lance had only encountered these, a small handful of times. He hoped that there were none left alive here. He had emptied and entire clip from his MA5B assault rifle, into the chest of one and it had just flickered and glowed for most of the rounds. Not until the last of the clip had the shield faded and died. The fifteen or so rounds that were left seemed to do about as much damage as punching it would have.
Lance switched to the night vision view installed in his suits helmet and the reason for all of the dead Covenant troops became apparent. Lying on its side was an M41 LAAG surrounded by thousands of shell castings. Lance flashed the warning light on the HUD of the Master Chief. The Corporal was sure that he saw the problem but wasn't sure what to do about it. If they walked across the spent shells, anything that might be lurking in the ever present darkness would definitely know that they were there also.
Slowly turning toward the noticeably shorter man John motioned to Lance to walk slowly toward him. The man stepped lightly toward him and stopped when he was right next to the seven foot tall armored giant. John motioned that he was going to toss Lance over the seven feet of ground that was covered by noise makers. Campbell flashed his acknowledgement to the Chief.
Grabbing the smaller man by his right arm and leg John tossed Lance as easily as if he were tossing an empty shirt.
Lance landed nimbly on his feet and crept to the side wall to make room for the larger yet nimbler Spartan. Marveling at how someone his size and weight could jump so perfectly and land without as much as a click of boots on stone. Another mystery without a answer.
Signaling Lance to stay where he was John slid forward along the path.
Slipping the modified S2-AM rifle from his shoulder Corporal Campbell switched the setting on the scope to 5x magnification and waited for the acknowledgement light on his HUD to blink. Master Chief was walking in a slight crouch with his finger lightly on the trigger of his pistol. Through the scope of the S2 Lance could make out every detail from the texture of the stone walls to the burns and scratches on the Spartans armor.
Slight movements in his peripheral vision made Lance swing the barrel of the rifle to his left. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the glint and felt the heat of an energy sword igniting and cutting through the darkness just ten feet away. Pulling the trigger three times with three coughs from the barrel the Blue Elite's head exploded throwing purple blue blood all over the wall and floor. Breathing a sigh of relief and wispering a thanks to God for the miracle that he had not died Lance pulled the nearly spent clip from his S2-AM and silently slid a new one in. Looking down on the body of the Elite warrior Campbell noticed that his first two shots had glanced off of the energy shield but the third one caught the Elite directly through the eye slot in his armor blowing the Elite into oblivion.
Turning back to the hallway lance had to enhance the magnification to 10x just so he could see the end of the hallway. It seemed to open out into a large chamber with a faint light on the other side. His acknowledgement light winked to show that the coast was so far clear. Corporal Campbell jogged toward the Spartan at the end of the hall looking over his shoulder to make sure nothing was following. It took him almost five minutes just to make it to where John had already come. His mouth dropped open with awe when he peered into the room that loomed ahead of him.
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