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The 3rd occourence: Part 1; D-class memories
Posted By: Madore99<Jesse_madore@hotmail.com>
Date: 17 December 2005, 10:53 am
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Semi Spartan Lieutenant Jesse Roberts was a man of Action, as well as Covenant hating. But that all changed....
Roberts was placed on board a craft called "Atlantis". It was on a voyage, looking for any other main Covenant strong holds besides High Charity. He was walking on Deck, when a level one alert was issued.
"What in Sam Hell?" The Semi Spartan asked himself, already dressed in his MJOLNIR armor. He took off down the Hall and towards the bridge. Although he was not the Highest ranking D-Class Spartan, and would probably never be called on to conference with the Captain. But he knew him well. He was like a father to Jesse, which was one of the reasons he had picked Jesse to accompany him on the voyage.
Jesse burst onto the bridge, but everybody to busy to notice him except the Captain and The Spartan Chief. The Captain acknowledged him, as well as the Chief by saying,
"Roberts, what the Sam Hell (A common phrase among the special forces if you have not noticed) do you think you're doing, you're supposed to be down in Launch Bay B with all the other special forces!" He barked.
"It's fine Chief." Said the Captain laying a hand on the Chief's shoulder. Captain Ernest Mack'enry looked at Jesse. "What is it son?"
"Sir." Jesse said, standing at attention and saluting. "I wanted to know what had been so urgent as to gather the troops and sound a level one alert, sir!"
Mack'enry looked at him. "At ease soldier." He said. He looked straight the Jesse's visor. "We're surrounded son. And, we just saw them send out some carriers, we expect to be boarded in a few minutes."
Jesse looked at him, and was about to reply, when the ship was rocked, and he had to grab on to something to keep his balance. The chief swayed alittle, but nothing else, and the Captain was sitting hard on his ass by the time the rumble was gone.
"Report!" The Captain barked.
"Sir!" Said a monitor in the indent furthest near the door. "Launch Bay's C and D have been destroyed, as well as D is heavily damaged.
Jesse and the Chief both drew in sharp breaths. Jesse went for his COM, but the Chief was faster.
"Hello!" He shouted out to the static. Nothing.
"Hello!" He shouted again. "Report!"
There was a long period of silence, then a voice.
"Chief? Is that you? It's me, Scott, Scott Smith. I was late for the briefing. I think I'm the only D class left sir, next to you. Oh wait! Hang on."
The line went dead for a few minutes, which Jesse guessed was when the Covenant boarded. But no more then a few minutes later, Smith came back on.
"Sir! I've found someone! I don't know who it is though, there armor is all charred and blackened, as well as some of it is compressed. I'm gonna had to the Med Wing, and see what t hey can-"
"No soldier! Bring the survivor to the Chryo Bay and tell whoever's there to get that soldier suspended on ice, then report to the bridge!"
Mean while, in a near by covenant vessel headed towards the Atlantis…
"Ramseeses!" Yelled a near by black armored elite. Ramseeses, a red armored elite, stood up from crouching down to help a grunt with it's methane tank. He walked across the gap between him and his superior.
"Yes, General Gora?" He said, somewhat disrespectfully.
"Why were you not preparing yourself just there, we shall arrive on the human craft in a matter of minutes!" He barked.
"Sir, I was mearly helping the grunt adjus-"
"Adjust nothing! You know that our separate clan, our separate branch of what was the covenant resides souly on elites. If the grunts were to die, our new formed clan would live. You now that we live in constant threat, now with the Earth forces as well as the covenant forces seeking our blood. It is us, Rams, not the grunts, that are needed. Do you understand?"
Ramseeses just stared at his superior for a minute or so, then said, "I understand. But you must remember, if they were not here, this plan you concocted would never have been used, if we were to put our species in the role of the grunts." And with that, and a heave from the ship, Rams picked up a plasma rifle and an energy sword, and headed out the now open doors into the Human vessel…
To be continued…
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