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Rouge Spartans~Part 1
Posted By: LittleGruntie
Date: 21 August 2006, 2:53 pm
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Heita II
Solaris City
2050 Hours, September 5 2552 (Military Calendar)
Just outside Covenant Landing Zone.
The Spartan looked through his S2 and surveyed the Covenant landing site. An entire district was destroyed to make the landing site possible. Rubble littered the area with some original walls were standing but they were only a few feet high. The Covenant Destroyer floated silently 30 meters above the ground which had tiny figures marching around on. There were hundreds of grunts barking in their own strange language. Many were asleep, tucked into little tiny balls of flesh and methane. The five foot high aliens, that weren't asleep, waddled around carrying plasma pistols and needlers. At least fifty Elite patrolled the area, their plasma rifles hanging limp by their sides. There were mainly blue, some red and one golden Elite, who was commanding the operations on the ground, an ignited plasma sword in his hand. Unfortunately, several Hunters had also guarded the entrance of the gravity lift in the center of the landing zone. Their massive metal shields covered their stomachs and on their arm an integrated fuel rod cannon. The Spartan turned on his comm. and radioed in to the human command post as the huge Covenant Destroyer gravlift poured out vehicles to retake the old city. "Major?"
"Yes Spartan?" answered Major Tom McKenzie.
"We have a problem, sir. The covies are unloading vehicles to retake the city. I'm sending a video feed." The Spartan made sure that the Major got a full view of the Covenant LZ, showing the Ghosts, single-seat hoversleds, Wraiths, the covenant tank and Banshees, the atmospheric flyer of the covenant and spectres, a new vehicle that had been used against the spartan many times. "Sir?" asked the spartan, unsure.
There was a pause as the Major watched the video feed. "Right. Pull back. We can't tackle them out in the open. We would get wiped out by that damn ship of theirs," explained the major, "so we're gonna have to take them out in the city."
"Acknowledged, Sir," replied the spartan as he stopped the video feed and switched off the comm.
The spartan slung his personal S2 round his back and picked up his stolen carbine and crawled back so he wouldn't be spotted. The spartan jogged back to a concealed garage and lifted up the flimsy sheet of metal, buckling it as he pushed up. Inside was a Ghost, captured several days before, weapons and ammunition. There was a BR55 Rifle, or more commonly known as a battle rifle, a M90 shotgun, two plasma pistols and rifles, stolen from their previous owners dead claws, a needler, a beam rifle and several crates of plasma and fragmentation grenades. All of the weapons spare ammo that the spartan could not carry on his amour was strapped to back of the Ghost but still there was more ammo. Hearing a roar of an engine, the spartan stuck his head out of the garage to see a Warthog roll down the narrow street towards him. It stopped next to him and he saw two more spartans on board the warthog. The immediately recognised them as they were the only spartans on this planet. "What you got there, Danny?" asked the spartan manning the M68 Gauss Cannon, a hint of challenge in her female voice, nodding towards the open garage. "Looks like another one of his ammo depots. Hope this is the last one, Danny," said the spartan in the driver's seat, again with a hint of challenge in his deep African voice. "C'mon, this is the last one and when hasn't one of this ammo depots save us when we were low on ammo?" asked Danny he looked at the driver then back to the gunner. "Opal, when have these depots not given you some more clips when you were in need of them?" Danny asked the gunner. He turned to the driver, "Rioja, When have you run out of rockets then came to one of my ammo depots and not found some more rockets?"
Both of them didn't answer but they knew the ammo depots hadn't failed them in the past. "Can you help me take these crates back to HQ?" asked the spartan. Rioja nodded and got out to cover the front of the 'hog as Opal covered the back as well as Danny as he lifted the heavy crates with ease and placed them in the passenger seat and strapped them down.
Rioja climbed back into the warthog as Danny climbed back into his Ghost. Rioja pushed the ignition button and the engine once again roared into life and slowly accelerated forward to avoid attention. Danny switch on his Ghost and it floated half a meter off the ground with a hum. The brake lights cast a red glow on the old buildings in the darkness of the night. After a while Rioja sped up and Danny followed suit. They accelerated away from the covenants LZ and kept going for 1500 meters till they came across a broken sewer tunnel and dropped down the ramp and continued their journey underneath the old city. Danny thought about the mission he was on as they raced through the abandoned city's sewage system. They had been sent here two weeks ago to clear up some covenant matters. They got there, landed on the surface and then the covenant had been destroyed but they were kept on the planet helping the rest of the surviving civilians to their evacuations ships. They had done that perfectly but they were a bit annoyed about getting the 'easy' job. They were called back to HQ and received the new MJOLNIR amour as well as the new weapons like the battle rifle and the new sub-machine gun but there were faults in the gun so they reverted back to the older but more reliable Assault Rifle. There were orders to return back to Reach but it would have taken them over 10 days to get back for debriefing on their new mission and then their orders were scrubbed. Reach was under attack! Unbelievable! The Covenant must of bypassed a dozen Inner Colony worlds. He heard that his fellow spartans, his brother and sisters, had been sent to the surface to protect the generators that powered the orbiting Magnetic Accelerator Cannon platforms. The fleet was getting ripped to shreds in space. The massive MAC guns were the only thing keeping the Covenant from overrunning their lines and taking Reach. Also three spartans had gone to a MAC platform to destroy an unsecured NAV database on the UNSC Prowler Circumference. If the Covenant plundered it first they would find every human world, including Earth. Danny didn't really care about the other spartans. He, Rioja and Opal had become friends when they were brought into the Spartan-II training. They didn't trust any of the other spartans. But that was ages ago. When the Covenant-Human War wasn't real, when humanity were a dominate force in the galaxy. Danny snapped out of his thoughts as he neared the main vehicle bay for the Human Command Post. Marine sentries were posted at the entrance, hiding behind portable machine guns and metal barricades. Rioja and Danny slowed down when they came to the checkpoint. A marine MP walked up and asked,"Identification", in a weary voice. Rioja silently handed over a data chip containing details about the three spartans. The marine punched the chip into a small but powerful laptop behind him and scanned the data, quickly realising the three spartans. "Spartan 0-36 Rioja, 0-106 Opal, 0-142 Danny?" asked the MP nervous.
"You are correct," replied Opal from behind the Gauss Cannon. The marine opened the gate letting the spartans enter the marine base. The bay was bustling with activity as marine technicians fixed up some of the warthogs and tried to figure out the alien crafts that had been stolen from the covenant. Rioja parked with all the other warthogs as Danny sent his Ghost into the covenant vehicle zone. He turned off the alien engine, jumped out and unloaded the crates on the back of the Ghost. He walked over to his fellow spartans and helped them unload the rest of the heavy crates. They passed some young technicians and they stared open-mouthed at the green giants that walked past them. Most soldiers never got to see a spartan up close in full combat amour, over seven feet tall carrying captured alien weapons that were probably pried from the alien moments after their death. Danny liked the attention so did Rioja and Opal but none of the other spartans did. If any of them were still alive, that is. A robotic dolly came up to the spartans and they placed all the heavy crates on it. It trundled away, slowed by the weight of the crates. They boarded the elevator and went to the 1st basement the marine's dormitories. All four hundred, normal, marines slept there along with the twelve hundred ODST's. They exited the elevator and walked left a section had been cleared just for the spartans. There was room for the spartans beds, their amour stands and their personal field equipment. The spartans took off their amour and set it up on the stands. Danny watched the other two spartans as he laid out his personal weapons. Rioja hefted his beloved rocket launcher and span the barrels to make sure they worked properly. Then he set it down on the floor and pushed it under his bed with his foot, so it was out the way. He picked up his favoured shotgun and began wiping it clean with an oil-stained rag. Opal had a small data pad in her hand she was checking out the reports from the other patrols. They looked strange without their amour. Opal's skin was pearly white as she concentrated on the small screen on her data pad slowly tapping buttons. Rioja dark skin was a totally different contrast to Opal's. His black hair was again another contrast to Opal's white hair. Danny looked at his own hands. His too were pale. His electric blue eyes stood out against his short dark brown hair. He shrugged and continued with his task. He set down his S2 AM sniper rifle at the top of his bed along with his covenant beam rifle. Underneath that he placed his battle rifle, carbine, plasma pistol and his 4 frag and plasma grenades. He set all his ammo underneath the bed along with all but one of his personal weapons. His combat knife lay underneath his pillow, just in case he needed it during the night. The lights went out ten minutes later just as the spartans fell asleep.
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