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Juggernaut Sqaud chap 3: Just Deserts
Posted By: captain006<superman13032001@yahoo.com>
Date: 13 October 2006, 2:21 am
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Time Date Stamp: June 2nd/2595, 0400 hours, Moon-orbital burn/Sol system
Electronic motors kicked in and sealed the security doors to the bridge, but not before several armored figures dashed through and opened fire. A brute managed to scream "Protect the High Admiral!" before he was mowed down by automatic weapons fire. Jones was surprised when the six remaining brutes formed a defensive perimeter around him and returned fire. Then something else caught his attention, his new found allies were encased in what appeared to be mjlnir armor modified for their broader bodies.
Three more brutes collapsed in pools of their own blood, peppering the bulk heads with entrails and bone fragments. Jones heart rate sped up adrenalin pumped turning his eyes a deep crimson but this time he kept control.
Leaping over the corpses of his fallen comrades, he dodged a hail of 18.5 mm lead and brought his leg up off the deck in a round house kick, connecting the nearest target in the chest. The figure grunted as the force of the kick slammed him into a wall, and shattered his ribs while effectively piercing his heart in the process.
His eyes now the shade of blood red, feeling ever more angry and gaining more strength, the surprise attack on the bridge fell apart. Crouching low and rolling he snapped up a rifle from a fallen brute as lead pockmarked his position. He grimaced but ignored the pain as he came out of the role and 18.5 mm slugs repeatedly slammed into his chest one breaching the armor, and just barely puncturing the skin.
The slugs played hell with the mjlnir's chest plate and elevating his abilities even more, slowing down everything until the slugs left trails through the air, ghastly fingers of death reaching for a rouge target that was no longer there. He plucked a slug out of mid air and hurled it back at the attacker cutting his shields in half and finished him off with a punch that dented the helmet and splattered the bulk head with fragments of face visor and alloy.
He brought his rifle to bear no good still no aiming reticule or ammo display, hell he didn't even know how to fire the damn thing. Even with lighting fast reflexes he didn't have time to figure it out thinking fast he did what humans do best, utilized it the primitive way. Crouching low he grasped the short barrel and swung it like a bat in an upward arc, knocking his nearest opponent off of her feet shattering her abdomen. The rifle buckled from the force of the blow snapping in two. The blow slammed her into the bulkhead, the helmet was roughly ripped from her head, and Jones was staring into the face of the only person he had ever loved.
She gently released the neck seals and removed his helmet, grimacing and turning away at the twisted look of fury, anger and confusion on his face that looked some what inhuman. Then she spoke softly in a forced and hoarse voice,
"Congratulations sergeant you've wounded your first officer." Weakened by her wounds she collapsed in his arms.
A marine popped the safety off of his 18.5 mm Dark Matter MA5B or (DMMA5B), almost screaming in terror,
"Si…. sss.. s…. sir! she is one of them!" .
His rifle stuttered and burped forth death recoiling and slamming the butt into his shoulder. Jones tossed the badly wounded women to the deck, reaching the marine before the slugs slammed into the bulk head. The blow from his fist was so hard it shattered the armored gauntlets and would have laid the marine to waste if it had not been for the reinforced helmet around his now badly abused cranium.
The marine crashed to the deck and the bridge turned deathly still. A familiar voice rang in his ears.
"Good job total combat time 3.23 seconds a new record I could barely track your movements my self." Taking the compliment from Sady (his personal smart A.I.) since she always criticized him, he turned his attention to the crumpled form on the deck.
Gathering her in his arms he left the bridge radioed the ER to have an emergency medical team stand by. His eyes filled with tears slowing his heart rate to below normal, his helmet dropped to the ground, as he whispered promises to her urging her to hold on. Telling her and promising her things they could do in days gone by if she would just hold on tears running down his face clouding his vision and spattering her cheek.
The medical team arrived shortly after pulling her from his arms she came to long enough to manage a weak smile then picked that moment to transcend the physical. The medics brought her back on line but it was to late for Jones to realize that. His heart and other major organs had taken to much abuse during the fire fight, his body had produced to much and released to much adrenalin, he had effectively poisoned himself. The heart collapsed into a bloody pulp and the lungs torn to shreds he fell to the deck splattering it with blood as his stomach cavity dripped open and spilled out its contents into a bloody mass of twisted entrails and organs.
The medics rushed over to him. The lead medical officer grimly relayed the message to the bridge. "
L.T. Alconso looks like you're in charge of this tub now. Admiral and first officer have both flat lined were gonna pop them in the freezer until I can get some organs flashed cloned."
"Roger that, do what you can for them, fix the Admiral quick we need him to continue on the present mission."
"Aye sir, but the Admiral has not even been briefed yet, about present operations, about the war, and most importantly about the split between UNSC forces and the new alien menace; Rodriguez replied quizzically."
"I know corporal please do not remind me of our present difficulties I have enough trouble to worry about as it is. Ill explain things to the Admiral when you pop him out of the freeze and patch him up. The ships shake down process is not yet complete, I need you to hail engineering and make sure they charge our new slipspace drive for an emergency jump."
"Aye sir, I will stop on my way to med lab and let them know."
Rodriguez hurried off before the L.T. could weigh his already busy schedule with any more tasks. After completing his rounds he returned to the med bay to patch up Jones only to his surprise; he was where he had left him, only with no signs of being maimed. Checking to make sure the admiral was indeed alright; he shifted his attention to Captain Andrea Smith who was in critical condition.
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What a strange this was to have, that he was experiencing, the violence the betrayal humanities greatest mistakes both ancient and recent he observed them both. A new sentient humanoid life form had been discovered a powerful technological race indeed they were; but also a fearsome people who wiped out all those that opposed them. Jones felt the anger well up inside of him even in his unconscious state.
Witnessing the betrayal humans against human's brothers now against bothers; the UNSC had been split in two the elites grunts and hunters siding with the UNSC witch Jones was a part of and standing against the UNSCDF who had sided with the new sentient beings. The UNSC knew all to well that it was a bad decision and political tensions between the two divisions of the government had risen to a torrent in the last few months. When the sentients landed troops and massacred a UNSC held colony, and country "The United States" plus the assassination of many of the UNSC leaders had pushed the decision to secede from the union to a reality humanity was now involved in a three way war.
The threat of the covenant had never vanished completely witch also included the threat of the flood along with other races recently discovered that caused them trouble; they now had to face a civil war. The UNSC seceded immediately when they lost a majority of their party leaders in the senate. Jones and his team had been called in and seen the massacre caused by the UNSCDF and their new allies, forcing something deep inside them "humanities last great mistake worse then the activation of the halos a millennia ago (for it was now believed that humans were descendants of the for runners) this great mistake resurfaced witch ancients had strived to delete so long ago, these amazing but dark abilities that got the Spartans through their predicament on earth and on bored the current vessel.
The UNSC's admirals the ones that were left had promoted Jones to High Admiral, and put in charge of the risky operation that they were now a part of. There was only one member left that was higher then him the president who had promoted him to his present rank. The president was now believed to be in transit via slip space to a safe house.
The High Admiral snapped awake; Andrea standing above him for the last several minutes, disconnected the cable from his neural-lace, witch had downloaded the information of what had occurred during the last several days to his mind to save the trouble of it being explained gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, before she sealed her helmet and attended to tasks of her own.
Jones quickly jumped up and headed for the bridge he knew what had to be done. The UNSCDF had betrayed them all and The UNSC would make them suffer cripple them with overwhelming force bringing them to their knee's all who sided with them civilians included would now be declared enemy's of the state and would be promptly executed if they resisted. Earth was going to have to be treated with extreme caution and heavy force. He decided we would destroy the god damn planet if that's what it took to purge it of the UNSCDF's presence; they didn't have active plasma turrets for the shake down was still in progress so glassing was out of the question. But the giant under-slung cannon looked operational if the UNSCDF didn't surrender they were going to blow earth in half…………………..
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