SpecOpsProlouge
Posted By: James Caldwell<jamescaldwell222@hotmail.com>
Date: 17 February 2007, 7:51 am
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June 1st 2675 2100 hours Earth Time (ET)
Sol System, Earth
New York, New York
The night was as young as the girls in the bar; life was bristling and fun brewed as swiftly as the drinks were poured. Darkness engulfed the building and the haze was only penetrated by dim lights hanging over the tables. Like last night, John sat in the corner accompanied by Kyle and a handful of pretty girls; stretching the truth was one of his skills, needless to say he always had fun. Parallel to John and Kyle, Shelly casually walked across the bar called "Night at 9" and sat right in between two young marines.
"What's up boys" Shelly asked. Even though she didn't have her Mjolnir armor she still exuded strength and a command over her fellow soldiers.
The dumb struck marines stared and stared until one of them worked up the courage to say,
"Hi, how are you Shelly?"
"Great you?"
The second marine replied,
"Were fine just lookin' for some fun before we get shipped out."
"Well if you're lookin for fun," Shelly said as she let her hair down and whipped it about,
"I think it's your boy's lucky night then." She handed one of them a card and wrote "room 1224" on it.
"Meet me there in 20 minutes"
Night at 9 stank of manipulative men looking for tail, and women looking for a cute marine. Night as it is called stands on a hill in the middle of the city. Not a natural hill, but a man made steel dome that can house over 2,000,000 soldiers at a time. New York remained one of the largest hubs in the world, even after its destruction in the late 26th century.
The area surrounding Night overflowed with different trade stores and massive skyscrapers that stretched above the clouds. The tallest of which is the 260 story super "Space Scrapper". The Xaolin building, as it's called, acquired its original name from its architect Yoshoe Xaolin. Not only did he design skyscrapers, but he was also the master of the new-age martial arts technique: Xaolin. Yoshoe is now one of the leading weapons makers and business man in the galaxy, his weapons are found in every militia or military there is. Not only does he have a monopoly on the market, but he produces amazingly accurate and proficient weapons. The new B55 Spec-ops assault rifle is so innovative that no gun maker can replicate it yet.
My team uses the B55, and believe me it gets the job done. One of the most beautiful features is the optical enhanced auto zoom. The scope gives us the power to zoom in from 2x to 25x and anywhere in-between. If a soldier focuses on a single object the scope will automatically adjust to distance and wind velocity. Not only does the B55 have an amazing scope, but it utilizes the latest in Post-Cov technology. Post-Cov is a development team that started post Covenant War. They specialize in integrating human innovation with Forerunner technology. The B55 uses ammo that has an external projectile shell, which incases a radioactive energy bolt that is released on contact. It is the most innovative charge of the time, very expensive and very effective. The B55 also includes an explosive charge that is effective against large enemies and even vehicles. The electro-plasma grenade causes massive amounts of super-heated plasma to be shot out at all angles, along with an electric fall-out of 10 meters.
The striking physique of Shelly brushed past me, with shining blonde hair and an incredibly toned body she stood as a beautiful goddess to the men of the Marines. Her face resembled a heart-shape, with high rosy cheek bones and lips that sweetly caressed my face as she walked past.
"Ill see ya in the morning Joe"
"OK just don't be late or we'll both be in trouble tomorrow"
"Don't worry; I'll meet you at the base" she said half-way out the door.
The rest of Spartan Team Beta Prime hung out and had a good time. However I stood in full spec-ops Mjolnir S-type armor, watching and thinking. My job entitled me to watch over the Spartans under my command; make sure they didn't get themselves into trouble. My unofficial job was to also keep moral up though, therefore I was never that hard of a commander, I just didn't let my Spartans get hurt. Someone had once described me as a stone wall, an impenetrable fortress of rules and commands. They went on to say that to the common soldier, it was a trait looked for in leaders. I am Spec-ops Commander Joseph Garcia and my story follows.
Over a hundred years has passed since the destruction of all seven Halos, the defeat of the Covenant, and the death of Spartan-117, John. Our role-model and greatest teacher, John-117 taught us everything we know through video-records and through his AI Cortana. Cortana is now "dead", but her memory banks were saved before her destruction by the ruthless flood father Gravemind. The war with the covenant is over, but the war against the outer systems has begun to boil. Tomorrow my squad and I ship out for the Dikasta system.
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