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Dangerous Voyages [Part 2]
Posted By: Elizar<kopaka2219@hotmail.com>
Date: 15 April 2006, 12:33 am
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The ride to base was as uneventful as a picnic in the middle of nowhere. It was like the ants knew better than to disturb that little band of marines and ODST that were going through the city.
Striker skimmed the space for a short time before heading in. There were marines guarding the base, and few guarding the perimeter and not visible unless you knew where they were. Shortly after entering, Darius was met with the captain of the base, Jack O'Neal.
"Captain Striker I presume?" He said, skipping the salutation as there was no need for it, captain to a captain.
"You know my name, can I know yours?" Striker said formally. He heard his own team members come inside, with the three marines who had joined the group.
"I am Captain O'Neal. I got the message you have a combat strategy AI with you?" He enquired, hoping that it was true, and the crys hadn't been damaged in the drop and the battles.
"That is true, we call him Fernir." Darius said, and took up the crys out of his pocket. "I was told from the marine over there you got important message for me." He said, pointing backwards at Baldvin. Baldvin looked up, seeing the gesture towards him, but knew that if his presence was needed, they would call. After few seconds, he went back into analyzing the weapons Anne had collected.
O'Neal nodded. "Come with me captain Striker." He turned around and walked away. Darius was quick to catch on and followed him.
After short walk in the corridors, they arrived in a small briefing room, clearly intended just for higher ranked officers. O'Neal called up a holograph, displaying a Covenant vessel, one of the smaller kinds.
"This is a supply vessel, intended to bring more weapons and ammo to the enemy. It has met with an engine failure midway, and we have successfully kept the enemy here distracted that they haven't sent anyone to fetch the ammo. Then again, we estimate the weapon and ammo quantity to be more than enough to beat us. We cannot allow that to happen."
"I see that my timing is good." Darius answered, putting his hands behind his back out of habit.
"Try perfect. I have heard you have done a successful insertion into enemy ship." O'Neal sighed. "You, and your team, might be all that we need to keep ground and find out what the heck is keeping them from glassing this planet to kingdom come."
Darius nodded and relaxed. "We got into one, and blew it up. High command wasn't that happy about it. Something about missing an opportunity to use their technology."
"I don't care, we already know how to kill them, and anyway, this ship isn't equipped with their kill-beam, so there isn't much we would miss anyway." O'Neal laid it thick on that he also had distaste for ONI's requests.
"Then we can agree on one thing." Darius said. "For this insertion mission, I need all my ODST helljumpers, and around twenty-thirty of your troops."
"Twenty, no more, no less." O'Neal said sharply, as he was not ready to give up many of his men to the seemingly suicide mission.
"They will all be volunteers. I do not force anyone doing such dangerous missions." Darius said. "But before we go about collecting them, time to check how to do the approach." Darius took out the crys containing Fernir and put it in the interface.
Olma Sernkalee walked slowly after the corridor of the vessel. He was used to the much finer ships that were designed to hold the important prophets and their accompanied armies of soldiers that did not want to do anything more than die for them.
As he arrived in the engine room, he noticed how Teya'kreleyee was ordering some of his elites to put up turrets by the structure beams. Teya'kreleyee was a golden armored elite, and deserved his rank after all the years in service. If anything, he was the one for the mission because of his undying will for the Prophets and Forerunners. He was though still at a rank where he would be on the field because that was where his talents were put to the best use.
"I see that your talents are not wasted. You know how serious this mission is." Olma said. "I heard you have also rerouted a complete access point to the engine control room."
"I have." Teya said flatly. "I have also hired Tanka Kerntee for hunter training, he is preparing two pairs for their special purpose."
Olma paused for a second, gathering together what he was hearing. "Tanka is known for quite, unorthodox options of what the hunters should be used for."
"Which is exactly why I requested his talents. The human you described is not to be toyed with. What I heard, he led a team and destroyed one carrier, causing death of three prophets." Teya said, surveying the room, checking for whatever augmentations he could add on it.
"It was just one prophet." Olma said. He even though the prophet of Guile wanted the human dead, Olma didn't see what was so much trouble about him. He had killed many covenants, but the humans were a dying race, and the covenant outnumbered them by far. Such human was of course a pest, but did it deserve so much preparation?
"It was one too many! The normal humans are just nuisance, but this one, goes as far as killing a prophet! We cannot afford to be sloppy when taking him down. Don't worry, I have just what we need to kill him. The hunters are just a small part of the plan." Teya proclaimed. "I will not even try to get him on my own. Why do you not join this feast about to ensue? I have gotten confirmation that the humans have taken the bait."
"I got further issues to deal with. I am to lead an expedition against the humans and find the location of the artifact." Olma answered. "I want a report from you when you have finished the preparations, and when that infidel is dead."
"It will be done." Teya answered and walked out of the control room. Olma gave a satisfied huff, and went out of the room through a different door.
"Welcome, I am glad to see so many, though only twenty of you will join us. I fully expect that few of you will actually volunteer once they hear the nature of this mission." Captain striker said over the group. There were over seventy marines in the briefing room, all awaiting hearing what was going to happen.
"In two hours, we are to be deployed near a Covenant supply vessel, called the Obedient Servant. Our objective is to get in it, and destroy it. ONI actually wants it in one piece, but I am not the person to try to keep something like that without blowing it up if it means death of my marines and helljumpers.
"We will basically get in, kill everyone who stands in our way, win over the control room and defend it at all cost until our objective, to destroy it, is put to plan. I have led a mission like this before, but it was different. This will be more difficult, and it is actually hard to see if we will get out of it alive. The vessel is located six hundred clicks from here, suffering from an engine failure. This is our chance.
"This is basically a suicide mission, and I am looking for volunteers. Remember, this vessel is here to give the covies here more weapons and ammo, which could turn the tide in their favor. I need well rested individuals who are willing to do this." Darius felt he had conveyed enough for them to know about, and his pause indicated he was ready for questions.
No one asked a thing, feeling that they had enough information. Many hands went up in the air, and Striker checked over each volunteer, checking if they had what it took. Three of those he accepted were the three young marines he met while going over to the base. He knew the sniper and her brother had valuable and useful knowledge about the Covenant weaponry, and James was brave enough for a mission like that.
They all had a moment rest, an hour nap for those who could get it. Darius didn't know how long the mission could last, or even if they could get some breather in it. He wanted well rested soldiers who were ready to be awake for forty-eight hours or more.
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