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Juggernaut Sqaud chapter: 1
Posted By: captain006<superman13032001@yahoo.com>
Date: 6 August 2006, 11:58 pm
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Time Date Stamp: June 2nd, 2595 0200 hours, Sol System High Earth Orbit.
Hot!! One of those Illinois pre-summer days with blue hazy skies, and heat shimmering distorting the forms of the citizens of Chicago. A few hundred meters down Washington Street a man snapped taught crumpling to the ground with a soft thud his chest cavity a bloody ruin.
The hot and tranquil morning was disturbed by rapid automatic weapons reports laying more innocent civilians and police officers to waste.
General Ross leaped out of his chair startled by the loud alarms blaring over the bridge speakers.
"I wanted a status report five minutes ago", Ross screamed.
"Sir transmission coming in from ground based installation patching through now."
"Orbital Ground Side Defense Response Station Installation 0000-66991, Alaska your help is needed in sector 6 section 1 automatic weapons reports and loss of vital signs detected please send in tactical response team, that is all."
General Ross barked orders left and right like a fine seasoned soldier with over sixty years of battle experience. "Send in tactical response team #13204 arm them with the new dark matter battle rifles and any heavy weapons they can carry. Whatever is causing the disturbance is heavily armed and so are we."
"Sir we're sending in the Spartans?"
"Yes Joseph we're sending in team juggernaut."
"Ensign Joseph Macormic's face turned pail. "Those poor bastards…!"
"Aye those poor bastards, General Ross replied grimly."
Coordinates were entered and final systems checked. Sergeant Jones stared at the cold emotionless armored visors of the Spartans under his command and knew that behind the visors there faces were just as hard. For these were the best of all the Spartans the combat elite, they would kill with cold efficiency and with out remorse whether it be human, alien, or parasitic life form, some times even other Spartans.
Every officer on the bridge turned sickly pale as they felt the thump and rumble that marked the minor defense station #01 leaving the station. The bridge crew knew what squad juggernaut was capable they had seen them in action, had seen them run forward on a rampage and tear brutes apart. They were the odst's of Spartans, not hell jumpers, demons in there own right, jumping right through hell and beyond scarring the devil himself.
The defense stations were orbital MAC guns only bigger with fifty minor orbital defense stations each capable of launching two minor pods holding a squad of thirty soldiers tasked with eliminating terrorists and the occasional covenant nuisance. Each minor station contained enough weapons and supplies along with building material to construct a base and run it for six months, equipped with it's own on bored weapons systems and engines capable of slip space travel they were tactical mobile base stations like their larger counter parts the large defense stations also capable of slip space travel.
Spartans thirty of them the best of the best sat quietly in grim anticipation for the kill the thrill of battle, as the drop pod plummeted ever deeper towards the earths crust ready to rain fiery redemption on the evil bastards below.
Jones tapped the com leading to the main drop pods bridge,
"Blue 2 what's our status?"
"Sir station is at an altitude of 300 feet above the exosphere activating braking sequence now, once the systems are stable ill set the coordinates and release pod #1."
"I also want a thermal satellite scan of the surrounding area search for the possibilities of AA and AP turrets, mark tactical fall back points and possible routes with NAV points and up load it to my HUD."
"Aye sir", Blue 2 replied happy to be of some other use then just the faith full pilot.
The station shook, engine pods and chemical stabilizing thrusters fired together, Alaska's descent slowed then stopped completely.
"Sir SAT scan completed negative on AP or AA turrets but we have detected enemy armor, the terrorists have taken over a mobile 450 millimeter cannon capable of downing this stationed turning the pods to swiss cheese."
Jones face turned grim, "How can they…."
Blue two impatiently cut him off, "Sir it fires 450 millimeter depleted uranium rounds. They emit massive amounts of EMP upon impact and will overpower the stations shielding in two hits. God damn it! Sir this is not a battle ship we have limited shielding, as second in command I advise quiet insertion…"
Jones was already thinking as a top graduate in his year from the naval academy, at the young age of 18 he had top marks in any class dealing in military strategy.
"Spartans out of this pod to the launch bay time!"
"Sir mind telling me what you're thinking?"
"
No problem there is some cloud cover moving in we launch the two big pods and all of the stations personal drop pods and life boats. We send in the two pelicans on auto pilot and use the long sward to sneak in under the clouds and fog. But the diversion has to be launched before the clouds move in so they know where to fire and we have to take off slightly after the diversion but not before the clouds move in this has to be timed right or it will never work. How much time do we have to work with?"
"Approximately 20 minutes, Ill get the tech guys and the AI working on it right away."
"Good then the rest of the squad and I will move the gear to the Long Sward and await the launch signal."
Thirty seconds remained on the clock the diversion was launched clouds moving in and the long sward following twenty seconds afterward. Slipping through the clouds freefalling, engines purposely left off so as to refrain from being detected on radar.
The plan went off with out a hitch until massive waves of EMP washed across the long sward disabling its sensory systems and activating automatic distress signals making them visible to the giant cannon below.
Jones's fingers danced across the tactical keyboard engines came to life, weapons systems warmed, along with a miniature Shiva tactical nuke, only capable of only massive amounts of EMP waves.
A group of archer missiles slammed into the cannon blowing apart its guidance system but only damaging it enough to slow down the firing rate. One last shot was fired, and then the cannon was covered by a wave of EMP that shut it down and melted its circuitry.
Jones pulled hard on the wheel, the long sward swung hard to the left followed by a barrel roll. It was no used the engines exploded from the surge of EMP, massive holes melted through the hull do to the massive heat tumbling an unlucky ship and crew out of control flinging them into the ground.
Twelve survivors climbed from the fiery wreckage and stared in sad remorse at there fallen comrades. Heart beats sped up adrenalin flowed some thing odd was happening that could only be described as the equivalent to a brutes rampage only more deadly.
Static washed across the bodies of what before had appeared to be alquida terrorists, now had been replaced by a large group of humanoid cyborgs. The small group of survivors counted them sixty of them in all even with the adrenalin boost victory was not guaranteed.
Something else caught their notice a large pile of mutilated bodies women, men children it didn't matter they had all been slaughtered. Some thing was happening in the Spartans body a change an evolution a lust for revenge consumed them pushing all other thoughts out of their minds. Muscles grew bigger at an alarming rate eye site increased reaction times and other basic fighting skills were drastically boosted.
A deeply buried primal almost inhuman instinct some thing ancient and almost inhuman had been unlocked. Some thing that a long time ago thousands of years back had been sealed and locked deep inside ancient humans for the good of the galaxy, to stop the humans from destroying themselves and every one else.
It could not completely be removed form the human race with out destroying us containing much of the information in our DNA that enabled us to grow and basically function. Since we were the chosen race destruction was not an option. So the dark and ancient ability had been locked inside of us only being able to be unsealed by massive amounts of loss and great exposure to trauma.
The ancients had locked it away leaving it as a gift for us to rediscover later if needed to thwart off some awesome threat.
The Spartans were consumed by thoughts of greed revenge hate and violence massive unhealthy amounts of adrenalin were produced along with other chemicals that according to modern human anatomy should not be contained in a human body bioengineered or otherwise.
Armored servos shorted out and bits of armor shredded the Mjlnir mark 10 just could keep up with the newly accelerated and strengthened movements of the now deranged Spartans fueled by pure 100% pure anger and hatred.
For a normal person to see under their visors they would turn from fright for their faces were contorted and twisted with rage chemicals had changed the colors of their eyes to a deep blood red giving them infrared vision.
Blood was spilled massive amounts of blood was spilled in the skirmish arms and limbs were twisted off heads were crushed hearts were ripped out. The cyborgs turned out to be organic. Cries of mercy and apologies were uttered but ignored the beings had souls and human emotions could feel pain but were cold bloodily murdered like defenseless cattle.
When the skirmish ended twelve have naked bloody and deranged beasts were left standing with out a scratch amongst a parking lot strewn in pools of crimson blood and torn apart corpses. The surrounding buildings were saturated in blood and strewn with shredded entrails not a single body was left intact; the area had the appearance of a giant meat grinder.
An armored APC pulled up and unloaded 40 armored Spartans. The juggernaut squad Spartans had all of their abilities increased they had been two times more deadly then a normal Spartans now their abilities had been increased thirty fold more blood was about to be spilled in one of humanities most horrific skirmishes.
Battle rifles, shot guns, and rockets were raised and steadied, Jones screamed in rage raised a captured rifle from the shredded remains of a humanoid and prepared to pull the trigger…
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