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Amnesia
Posted By: PlasmaGrenade<LazerP0inter@yahoo.com>
Date: 17 September 2004, 1:08 AM
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Darkness. Not in the room, it was illuminated every other second by a blinking '12:00', but in his mind. The fact remained that he still didn't know who he was, or where he was. As he leaned up in the bed, he noticed an object he knew on some instinctual level, knew it was a MA7B Battle Rifle. "How do I know zis?"
A doorway opened, flooding the room with light. What opened the door scared him to hell. Seven feet of blue armor with a Plasma Rifle leveled at his head. The next few seconds were a blur, plasma scorched the bed's pillow where there was still an imprint of a head, and five rounds exited the barrel of a MA7B, proceeding to break the shields of the Elite and crush his skull. Deciding he would call himself Brian for the time being, he placed his back to the wall next to the door and noticed a clipboard at the end of his bed. Brian picked up the clipboard and read.
Subject's Name: N/A Height: 5'9
Company: N/A Weight: 180lbs.
Rank: N/A
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Subject has a large bruise on the back of his head, unclear at this time whether or not he will have brain damage and/or amnesia.
He could be sure he had partial amnesia, but of nothing else. A piercing scream from the next room over interrupted his thoughts. Brian entered the hallway, and was immediately confronted by two Jackals. Quicker than they could react, there was a bullet in each of their gun hands, then a second later one in each head. Brian thought he was in the clear until he felt a blast of heat scorched the hairs next to his left ear. He whirled around, and faced another Elite and two Grunts. Brian took out the Grunts with one shot each, and dodged a plasma bolt by dropping to the floor. He put the Elite's head in his scope's crosshairs and fired at him until it's head snapped back and the body fell to the floor. Brian got up and jumped as someone behind him spoke, "Your a natural, how are you that good?"
Brian looked the man up and down, he was African American, probably the same height as he was, spoke with an American accent, and was wearing a white robe with a nametag that said Frank. "Your name iz Frank, yes?"
"Yes, I'm Frank, what's your name son?"
"I don't remember." He looked skeptical. "But I have dezided to call myself Brian."
"Ah, well Brian, you are a bit of a mystery here, but the Covenant seem to think you're a good enough reason to board our ship."
"Ship! I'm on a ship? But ze last thing I remem...." His voice trailed off and didnt finish his sentence.
"Yes, this ship is mostly used for medical uses, but it has other uses. Don't ask me to elaborate, I won't"
"Vhy?"
"It's classified. Press the issue no more Brian."
"Who are you?"
"I am a doctor or medic, whichever is needed at the time. Follow me Brian, we are evacuating the ship and setting the self-destruct sequence. We may have to do it manually because the Covenant are all over this ship. Were just thankful that they don't attack with their ships."
"Zat still doezn't tell me who you are."
"I will remain no longer, if you are coming with me, do it now Brian." Brian looked over his shoulder, then back at Frank and started to follow him cautiously. Thoughts like, 'Can I trust zis man?' raced through Brian's head as they entered an elevator suspiciously unchallenged by Covenant forces. The large steel doors closed, Frank was humming a song, but what it was Brian could not tell. The elevator creaked as it slowed to a halt, then opened and let its passengers out. No sooner than the doors opened, did a small group of Grunts fire blindly with their plasma pistols and needlers. The plasma pistols were easy to avoid, but the large purple crystals twisted through the air to their targets. Brian dropped to the deck for the second time in a half-hour and shot down two grunts, before noticing Frank had killed the rest with two MD6 Pistols. 'Where did he get zose?'
Frank helped Brian up and they continued to the bridge where the body of a dead gold elite lie. Just past the corpse were barricades and marines with weapons trained on Brian and Frank. Frank spoke first. "Were friendly so there is nothing to worry about."
A marine lowered his rifle, soon followed by the others, then one spoke. "Glad you could make it back, but is this all you could save?"
"Actually Brian saved himself, he must be one of them." Brian didn't like the emphasis on the last word Frank spoke.
"I see. Well did you ask him?"
"He's the one with amnesia that we picked up from the planet"
Brian's thoughts drifted at the mention of a planet. He could vividly remember lush green trees surrounding the environment, men standing around talking; a large wall that encapsulated what looked like an encampment. If Brian had amnesia, maybe he thought, this was a memory of what he lost, or just a fragment of the bigger picture.
"Brian!" It was Frank
"Vat?"
"I said come on, it's safer on the bridge."
"Oh, right I am sorry, just had a picture of a planet for a moment there."
"Well keep it together." He motioned for Brian to follow. Brian entered the bridge and saw technician's running back and forth while others were on headsets, probably aiding marines by giving locations of Covenant boarding parties. Brian glanced at a nearby computer terminal and there were yellow dots, indicating marines and red dots indicating Covenant. The yellow was in a cafeteria, surrounded by Covenants. Oddly only the red dots seemed to be disappearing. 'Must be in a survival formation, like Sarge taught us.' Brian's thoughts confused him and he wondered what survival formation was. Brian tore his eyes off the screen and looked up, and saw Frank. "Welcome to the Bridge Brian."
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