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Bloody War: Prologue
Date: 26 April 2003, 4:17 AM
Regiment- 3 Battalions Commanded by Two-Star General
Each regiment is made up of 480 marines.
Battalions- 4 Companies Commanded by One-Star General
Companies- 2 Platoons Commanded by a Captain
Platoon- 2 Squads, Commanded By a Lieutenant
Squads- One medic, one heavy weapons specialist, one sniper, one demolitionist specialist, Six Assault Rifle marines. Commanded by a sergeant.
S/Wing- Five Sortie Class Ships
Sortie Class Ships- Small ships, but larger then typical fighters, able to engage Covenant Cruisers in groups of five or more
F/Wing- Fifteen Daggers, five Hell Eagles (forward reconnaissance fighters), Twenty longswords, Two Titan Nuclear Bombers, Ten MMAC's (Mobile Magnetic Accelerated Cannons) and One Small cruiser, with one marine company and one F/Wing
An Admiral walks down a bland grey hallway deep within the burning earth and at the end of the hallway stops. He looks around with his piercing blue eyes. "Good no one around." He thinks to himself. He returns his gaze towards a safety label, DANGER! Wires carry electricity, and taps it twice. It moves into the wall as the wall swings inwards revealing another hallway. The Admiral quickens his pace and enters a room to the left. Another Admiral is sitting at a table facing the door. "Good to see you again Jake."
"Same for you Alex. Do you know what this is about?" Jake shakes his head as another man enters the room, "Please be seated, we don't have much time. I'm Phil, from ONI. I shall brief you on our new type of starship." He walks to the middle of the table and types on a keyboard. A holographic image of an enormous ship appears with the words, UNSC Planet Taker under it. Phil turns his attention to Jake, "This will be your new ship. I'll go over the high points but you'll need to find out the rest on your own. The ship is divided into six main parts. Three on each side, with symmetrical weapons on each also. For the front compartments, there are 3 MAC's on each side. With five-hundred archer missile pods on both sides. Forty-five PDPC (point defense plasma cannons) are next to the archer pods. Also we have a new proto-type weapon for you. We've nicknamed it the Pac-Man, after the old arcade game character. These weapons are fired at fighters. Once fired the sphere has an opening in it, like a mouth. It then zooms towards its target, gets it in its mouth, then crushes it, then returns to the ship so we can salvage any technology that's left over. That's enough of the first two parts. Now for the middle sections. In the interior of the middle sections two marine regiments are held, one marine recon company, one marine armored regiment, and one mechanized Infantry Company. There are enough pelicans to land all of them simultaneously. In the hanger there are four F/Wings and three S/Wings. There are fifteen PDPC's around the entrance to the hangers to prevent entrance from Covenant boarding craft. The last two parts hold the engines. This ship is able to do pinpoint slipspace jumps, but the engines are huge so only ships of this size can. Currently there are three ships that can do this."
He started typing again and a different hologram appeared with the name, UNSC Harbinger under it. "This will be your ship Admiral Alex. This ship is meant to scout out new systems and if need be, to be able to hold off the covenant for a short period of time. Unlike the Planet Taker it is made up of four parts. Only a platoon of marines will be on to fight off boarders. It will carry a squad of Spartans for disabling important assets to the covenant on the surface of a planet. It will only have one pelican, on an external loading point. In the rear parts are eight shield generators. There are 4 layers of shields with two generators powering them. It carries one-hundred PDPC's on each side. With five MAC's in the belly of the ship and five more on the top. Fifteen MPC's (Massive Plasma Cannon) are on the sides, it took twenty nuclear reactors to power them. Finally it has 250 archer missile pods across the hull."
As Phil was about to leave Jake asked, "What about the third ship?"
"It was supposed to be commanded by Captain Keyes, but that's impossible now." Phil walks to the door and leaves. Alex turns towards Jake, "What does he mean impossible?!" Jake sighs, "Not one to read memos are you? Keyes was chased by an armada on a blind jump from Reach. You seem surprised. He jumped away with the last remaining Spartan, who just came back. They won't tell us what happened just that the PoA is gone." Alex nods then leaves.
Both of the Admirals returned to their quarters and studied their ships. Meanwhile huge amounts of ships and MAC platforms were being produced. New weapons were being produced and tested, along with four-hundred new Spartans. But while these were being trained and made, a broken covenant vessel entered the system just outside of the Pluto colony. It was falling apart at the seams, literally. It crashed into Pluto then burst open sending dead bodies all over the ground. An investigation team was sent but they never returned. A few days after there were distress calls saying that zombies were attacking the colony.
At UNSC high command there was panic. A single sentence was uttered by all of the people, "The Spartan was right." They dismissed John-177's testimony, even though he had the A.I. Cortana with him. The only option was to destroy Pluto, but the only weapons that could do it required a ground team to land and place the explosive on a fault line. Once order was restored the UNSC President wanted to know when the Spartans would be ready. Calls were being made left and right and finally someone used the right number. "The Spartans will reach Pluto in a day, Sir." The president nodded and relaxed, "The Spartans will fix this mess..." he trailed off into silence.
Bloody War: Pluto Disastor
Date: 8 June 2003, 2:39 AM
[Encrypt Key: **********]
[Error]
[Encrypt key: **********]
[Accepted. Welcome Admiral Jake.]
(A Pelican drop ship is hugging the ground and dodging pillars of ice. The scene is calm and peaceful. Out of nowhere a dozen missiles fly and collide with the drop ship. Five green figures plummet to the ground, each landing about 20 meters away from each other. Thousands of flood warriors spill out of caves and swarm the green figures. One by one they are cut down. A whistle is heard and fifty metallic objects plow into the mass of flood killing at least 900 of them. Steam flows freely from their hulls as they open life flowers. Five hundred assault rifles spray the remanding flood.)
"That all of them?" Squad Omega's leader, Striker, asked his A.I. The word yes scrolls down his HUD; his A.I. never gave direct answers. The UNSC Planet Taker was in orbit around Pluto. It picked up a small army of Spartans from Jupiter, and landed them onto the planet. The Spartans scoured the caves searching for the rest of the Flood. Delta platoon was scouting out the largest of the caves. "There seems to be-" the channel was flooded with assault rifle fire. "a new form of Flood. It's about 8 meters tall, has so many swo-." The channel went dead and sent a chill down the remaining 300 Spartans. Cracking sounds were heard throughout the area. Screams started up again as plasma swords shot through the ice, melting it more, and impaling Spartans. Striker knew it was futile to fight, so he ordered his squad to move out and his A.I to gather data on the new Flood. As he ran he threw frag grenades into the water, and colums of it splashed and refroze. He looked ahead and saw the nine other members of his squad fighting one of the new beasts. The report was wrong; it was 10 meters tall and had four arms on each side. Its arms ended in swords that looked like plasma, but were black. There seemed to be a lot of different races making up its body. There was hunter armor over all of it. Unlike the other flood, it had an eye. As Strikers men were slowly being destroyed the beast slowly turned towards me. Slowly, ever so slow, it gazed at me with its unblinking eye. At that point Striker knew he was going to die. He ordered his A.I to overload his suits small reactor. As it started to over heat he told the last two Spartans to run. The heat washed over his body and disintegrated the beast.
[End Report]
[Classification Alpha level officers only]
Jake shuddered at the report the last two men gave. A new Flood? So powerful they could slay five-hundred fifty-five Spartans in 30 minutes. He contacted ONI headquarters and requested every available ship to pound Pluto. He knew it wouldn't destroy it, but at least it would slow down their advance from that planet.
(A small field is shown with thirty elites with various slashes and scars on their bodies and armor. Each carried a plasma sword. A lone Spartan in ice camouflage stood alone with an assault on his back and a sword sheath on his left side. Two pistols adorned his right hip and a combat knife was on his calf muscle.) A strong womanly voice rings out, "Think you can take them John?" All he did was nod. The force field barrier broke down allowing all of the Elites to swarm at John. In a flash, his assault rifle was in his hand and he took out eight Elites in one clip. He remarked to his A.I, these new hybrid bullets are extremely effective. He dropped his assault rifle and whipped out his two pistols. He emptied both of them and six elites dropped dead, with holes in the center of their heads. He dropped both of them, and unsheathed his sword. He didn't attack at all, but parried his opponents various slashes and strokes. As he was enveloped by the elites he dropped a stun grenade, snatched his weapons and leapt to an open space. All but one of the elites turned around, and it collapsed with a knife in its throat. He reloaded his pistols and took out another six elites. He finished the rest with his custom plasma sword. He looked toward a 'tree' and nodded. He was ready. People in high places pulled plenty of strings to let John-117 get an all upgraded armory. He was supplied his A.I, and F-93 Slayer. The F-93 Slayer has extremely high speeds, but no weapons and very little armor. The Slayer swooped out of the Advanced Spartan Training and Research Facility on Jupiter. While in space he checked his right shoulder plate. Within in it was the most advanced weapon humans could make. When deployed it spent five minutes sucking in the surrounding atmosphere for fuel. The colder it is the stronger the explosive. It was enough to destroy Pluto, and it was the size of his fist. John sat in his seat preparing his weapons and armor.
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