Fleet Admiral Carey looked toward at the surface of Eolhc from orbit aboard the UNSC Frigate, The Statue of Hope. He had read the reports. He knew there was no chance anyone was living there. No one survived or came back after the Covenant glassed a planet. But Autumn, the Artificial Intelligence belonging to the Fleet Admiral's ship, thought otherwise. Autumn had picked up a coded distress signal coming from what used to be Eolhc's main city. And AI were never wrong. Not unless they were corrupt after literally thinking themselves to death which took aproximately 7 years and Autumn was only 3.
The Admiral had sent SPARTAN Jim Y20 to investigate the source of the signal. The last contact Jim had had with The Statue of Hope had been aproximately 20 minutes ago when he had entered the remains of the capital.
"Tranmission from the planet's surface." Autumn appeared on the ship's display. She was the figure of a beautiful young woman, wearing clothes that matched the style that civilians wore back in the 23rd century. She supported heavy makeup around her eyes that swirled and looped around.
"Patch it through, Autumn." Admiral Carey told her. Jim's CQB helmet appeared on the viewscreen.
"There was indeed someone in the capital, Fleet Admiral." Jim spoke in his deep voice, metallicized by his helmet's voice filters. "I picked up an ODST about to be pinned down by Covenant troops."
"Have you questioned her about what the hell she was doing on a planet the Covenant have already glassed? And why they were after her? They never linger after they've moved on."
"She's wounded Admiral. I figured it would be best to question her after she was fit to talk."
"Bring her to the ship then, Jim. I'll send down a pelican and we'll have Autumn and Doctor Hayley see to her wounds."
Fleet Admiral Carey shut down the COM and looked at Autumn. "Do you have any speculations?" he asked her.
"Of course I do." she replied. "We will just have to wait and see if any are correct."
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Part 1
Sitting against a broken wall and nursing an injured arm, Kady desperately looked around for ammo for her BR55HB SR Battle Rifle. She had less than a mag left and Covenant Grunts were approching fast in a standard wedge formation. Normally an ODST could defeat 20 Grunts easily but Kady's armor was cracked and burned from plasma bolts and her arm was bleeding badly. As if that weren't enough, her helmet's viewscreen was cracked and she could bearly see a thing. She pulled it off with her good arm and waited for Death to make his appearance.
Suddenly she heard the Grunts squeal in fear as the unmistakable sound of an M7/Caseless Submachine Gun fired. Then they were quiet. Kady heard heavy footsteps in the gravel coming toward her. She lifted her Battle Rifle and used a rock stuck deep in the ground to help her arm it. The body of a Grunt was tossed to the ground next to her and around the corner came a 7 foot tall human donned in light blue and grey armor. Kady looked at the SPARTAN's Trojan-looking Close Quarters Battle helmet and the high tech Extra Vehicular Activity chestplate and shoulder pauldrons.
"Do you need a hand?" he asked her. Kady didn't know he was male until he spoke for there was almost no distinction between the armor of a male and female SPARTAN.
"I...yes. Thank you." Most Orbital Drop Shock Troopers couldn't stand SPARTANs. The ODSTs were the best of the best. They were heros. Every child wanted to be one. Then Catherine Halsey created supersoldiers. Given special armor that didn't crack, didn't give way to anything smaller than a nuke dropped on top of it. Most of Kady's squad felt this way but she had always been attracted in a way by the human tanks. They were mysterious and hardly ever spoke. To hear one offering her help seemed like a dream.
The SPARTAN suddenly looked away and pointed his SMG into the dust cloud that had formed from the fighting. A figure appeared walking slowly toward them, silouetted the filtered light. He lifted his hand slightly and Kady could see a twisted piece of metal in its grasp. With unimaginable speed it sprinted toward them and activated an energy sword. The SPARTAN oped fire on the Sangheili, or, as most humans called them, Elite. The bullets splashed against its energy shield but the alien was too fast and swung it sword of crackling plasma at the SPARTAN. He lifted his SMG to block the blow and it was sheared cleanly in half. The SPARTAN nimbly dodged to the side and spun the Elite around with one hand and with the other he grabbed its neck and snapped it.
Kady stared in awe at the soldier's grace while wearing armor that weighed over a ton. He offered her his hand again and she took it. Instead of helping her stand however he swung her into his arms and carried her through the dust.
Suddenly she heard the Grunts squeal in fear as the unmistakable sound of an M7/Caseless Submachine Gun fired. Then they were quiet. Kady heard heavy footsteps in the gravel coming toward her. She lifted her Battle Rifle and used a rock stuck deep in the ground to help her arm it. The body of a Grunt was tossed to the ground next to her and around the corner came a 7 foot tall human donned in light blue and grey armor. Kady looked at the SPARTAN's Trojan-looking Close Quarters Battle helmet and the high tech Extra Vehicular Activity chestplate and shoulder pauldrons.
"Do you need a hand?" he asked her. Kady didn't know he was male until he spoke for there was almost no distinction between the armor of a male and female SPARTAN.
"I...yes. Thank you." Most Orbital Drop Shock Troopers couldn't stand SPARTANs. The ODSTs were the best of the best. They were heros. Every child wanted to be one. Then Catherine Halsey created supersoldiers. Given special armor that didn't crack, didn't give way to anything smaller than a nuke dropped on top of it. Most of Kady's squad felt this way but she had always been attracted in a way by the human tanks. They were mysterious and hardly ever spoke. To hear one offering her help seemed like a dream.
The SPARTAN suddenly looked away and pointed his SMG into the dust cloud that had formed from the fighting. A figure appeared walking slowly toward them, silouetted the filtered light. He lifted his hand slightly and Kady could see a twisted piece of metal in its grasp. With unimaginable speed it sprinted toward them and activated an energy sword. The SPARTAN oped fire on the Sangheili, or, as most humans called them, Elite. The bullets splashed against its energy shield but the alien was too fast and swung it sword of crackling plasma at the SPARTAN. He lifted his SMG to block the blow and it was sheared cleanly in half. The SPARTAN nimbly dodged to the side and spun the Elite around with one hand and with the other he grabbed its neck and snapped it.
Kady stared in awe at the soldier's grace while wearing armor that weighed over a ton. He offered her his hand again and she took it. Instead of helping her stand however he swung her into his arms and carried her through the dust.
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