The Chronicles of Sergeant Johnson: Chapter 1- 1st act
Posted By: p0iz3n0us<jrv395@students.jwu.edu>
Date: 11 November 2005, 6:11 am
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Greetings. This fine piece of fan-fiction has been brought to you by p0iz3n0us. After reading so many pieces of fan-fiction i have been compelled to contribute my own set of stories. I am an avid Halo 2 & Forza Motorsport player and can be found on X-box Live as of November 22nd. I, myself am an avid Halo fan. I've read all the novels (when will there be more?!) and have played both halo 1 and 2 countless times. I'm looking forward to the movie- it WILL rock. Okay enough bitter banter: my fan-fiction is Halo thru Halo 2 told thru the eyes of Sergeant Johnson. Part I consists of six chapters (all covering the events of Halo 1) with about eight to ten acts per chapter. Shout out to Dagorath whose story on the Arbiter gave me the inspiration to start writing. And now without further ado i present: The Chronicles of Sergeant Johnson: Chapter 1- 1st act
The Pillar of Autumn was on combat alert... again. Klaxons sounded and bright red hazard lights flashed intermittently as the ships armed forces stirred to life.
Petty Warrant Officer Polaski gently pulsed the manuevering thrusters as if caressing a sleeping baby. Her Pelican gracefully glided through the carrier's launch bay.
On the ground below warthogs and powerful Scorpion MBT's were secured to the magetized links on the undersides of hovering Pelicans. The bulky craft wobbled as countless tons of armored and vehicular death were attached to their tails.
However, all the commotion wasn't enough to take Sergeant Johnson's mind off of Reach. Once a military stronghold, he could only wonder of the fate of the planet now that they had been forced to jump to an unchartered system. Events had taken a turn a turn for the worse ever since the Covenant fleet had arrived in the Epsilon Eridani system and set their sights on Reach. First came the slow, agonizing dismemberment of the UNSC fleet as the Super MAC orbitals were vaporized one by one. He remembered the harrowing NAV database op onboard Gamma Station and their close brush with death.
"Attention all combat personnel. Please report to your action stations." Those words from the loudspeaker were like a splash of ice cold water in the face to Johnson. "Fifth platoon, secure airlocks on deck eleven. Fourteenth platoon, rendezvous with Twenty-second Tactical at bulkhead Charlie fourteen."
A sea of black, brown, tan, and white faces came to attention as the sergeant bellowed, "You heard the lady. Move like you got a purpose!"
A warthog skidded down a ramp into the vehicular bay where the fourteenth platoon was gathered. The driver performed an e-brake turn to avoid hitting a cargo module which made the massive tires screech in return. The warthog sped away.
As if to emphasize Johnson's words the loudspeaker spit out another recording. "This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill."
The marines in the vehicle bay all stood as still as a stone in two columns of standard formation. They all turned their attention to the man of the hour who was now standing beside a Warthog.
"Men, we led those dumb bugs, out to the middle of nowhere to keep 'em from gettin thier filthy claws on Earth." The sergeant started to walk towards a ramp, scanning the rows of faces that stood to either side of him. He continued, "But we stumbled onto something they're so hot for, that they're scramblin over each other to get to it. Well i don't care if it's God's own personal anti-son-of-a-bitch machine, or a giant hula hoop," He reached the top of the ramp. "we're not gonna let em have it! What we will let em have is a belly full of lead, and a pool of their own blood to drown in!" He paused and seemed to look at every single marine in the eye at once and asked, "Am i right, marines?!"
The platoon gave the only response they could. "SIR, YES, SIR!"
"Mmmmhmmm. Damn right I am." Replied the sergeant. Another Warthog sped past as he gave a new order. "Now move it out! Double time!" He yelled.
The marines responded as if the sergeant's words sent a signal to their brains to start moving their bodies on autopilot. With machine precision they marched toward the rendezvous point.
"Attention all personnel. We are re-engaging the enemy. External and internal contact imminent." These were the last words heard from the loudspeakers.
The sergeant's next words were addressed to the recruits fresh from Reach who had never fought the Covenant up close. "All you greenhorns who wanted to see the Covenant up close, this is your lucky day."
All over the Pillar of Autumn, marines and personnel darted back and forth as the news hit home. Contact with the Covenant was imminent
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