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Episode One - The Spartan
Posted By: Spartan117<mercinary2727@yahoo.com>
Date: 14 August 2003, 4:06 AM


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-UNSC Mission Clock- 02:23:46 UNSC Time- 1454 O'clock Planet "Torago VI" October. Life Form: Human-

"Who is in command here?" Lieutenant Michael Gillespie asked the Master Chief with puzzlement in his voice.

A cool sly voice spoke to him "you are Lieutenant. All other officers are KIA or a possible MIA"

"Thank you uh..." the Lieutenant stuttered
"Cortana" she said matter-of-factly

"Thank you Cortana" he said slowly. Cortana was a weird name to his ears

"Sir, I think you should see this," the green armored brute said, handing Michael binoculars.

The next area was heavily defended. And they probably expected them. Wraiths, at least six of them, Ghosts 200 tops, Elite's maybe sixteen. Hunters ten. And all THAT was just the first line.

"Cortana" The Lieutenant said
"Yes Lieutenant?"

"Patch me in with all available UNSC Marine Combat radio's in the nine mile radius, on the double"

She processed the command for a full second "done, speak freely lieutenant"

* * * *

Private First Class Jason Williams heard Cortana over his radio, then a young officer.

"All Units, this is your CO speaking, repeat your Commanding Officer, these orders are for First, and Fifth Regiment. First regiment, move over to the right flank of the Covenant encampment, Fifth Regiment, I want you on the left flank. When I give the signal all men with Rocket Launchers will fire at enemy armor, all units with Sniper Rifles, hit enemy leaders, Elite's, Hunters, Jackals, then Grunts. After I give the second signal, i want every man on this planet to charge them. If you can, fix bayonets on your weapons."

The men from the two regiments quickly and silently pursued their objectives. They were the best we have. And they will win this war.

-UNSC Mission Clock: 1453 Hours UNSC Time- 1702 O'clock Planet- "Torago VI" Life Form: Human-

"Ok its time" Michael told the Master Chief Michael opened his com link and spoke "First and Fifth Regiments, are you ready?"

A few loud enthusiastic hurrahs! Were to be heard.

He was about to give the signal, about to attack, about to win! When Fifth regiment fell under attack

He heard a Private scream "Oh god! Oh god!" an Elite howled a battle cry, and heard plasma bolts. The Marines fired back he heard Rockets explode, and AR rifled rattle though the radio, then the last thing he heard was static. Michael looked over in the direction Fifth Regiment was. Plasma was being fired. And over ten minutes, you heard less and less AR chattering. Then finally none.

Cortanas voice calmed him, but only until the news was broken to him "Captain Isaac O'Brian wants all UNSC forces on Torago VI to get out of the planets atmosphere ASAP. He's preparing to launch Apocalypse and HAVOC class nuclear warheads on the planet. We have approximently one hour before this planet is eliminated. I suggest we move"

"Sir!" a private spoke "look" the private extended his finger towards the Convi base. Gillespie looked. Eight hundred ghosts were on their way to his position. He keyed his mike. "All UNSC force's fall back to the LZ, repeat get your Marine Core ass's off this mother fucking planet! NOW!" he screamed

Immediately the 6,000 men that were alive sprinted towards the Pelicans direction. They were going to cover 80 kilometers in one hour? Probably would, but not likely.

"Squad" Michael said pivoting to face his twelve men. "Get into as many Vehicles that are not already commandeered and transport as many men to the LZ as fast as humanly possible, understood?"

His men looked at him sharply Saluted crisply, and yelled "Sir, Yes, Sir! Hurrah!" and ran off

The Master Chief had different intentions then the Marines. Instead he picked up the M 19 SSM Rocket Launcher. He intended to fight!

"Chief I urge you to fall back. You cannot take eight-hundred ghosts on your own!" The Chief ignored him. Instead he pushed the zoom button on the Launcher, landed it on his shoulder, and fired. Waited a second, and fired again.

Michael watched the large rocket fly straight and true and hit the ground in the middle of the Ghost formation. it took fifteen Ghosts out, making Elite's and shrapnel fly, Thirty other Ghosts exploded by shrapnel chunks and chain reactions.

Michael was dumbfounded. He stared as the second rocket hit. The rocket must have hit some fuel tank and plasma grenades because there was a huge redish-orangish-blueish-whitesh explosion causing the biggest chain reaction of explosions taking out at least four hundred Ghosts or more.

The other three hundred Ghosts pummeled though the Smoke and began firing blindly. The MC rammed two more rockets home. Michael picked up a nearby Sniper Rifle someone had dropped in the run, Zoomed close up onto one of the Ghosts and saw the new enemy some of the Officers were talking about in the Officers club. The new enemy titled "Brute". He shot the hairy beast in the face and grinned.

The MC fired two rockets as fast as possible dropped the launcher and sprinted for a vehicle. Michael tried to keep up.

Fifty Banshees took flight and followed the two-hundred Ghosts in pursuit of the elusive Humans

The Chief jumped into a nearby Warthog seat, and started her up. Michael followed panting, and jumped into the Gunner position, strapped his feet down so he wouldn't fall out on sharp turns or bumpy roads and began firing the almost limitless ammunition at the almost limitless amount of enemies.

-Covenant Outpost- 0091304 Covenant Military Time: 3653 Hours Life Form: Covenant-

Field Master Zag Tamamee, as the humans dubbed "Elite" had called for evacuation. He had trained to be a leader ever since he was a little Elite. He was the top of all his class's, and had killed 37 humans at close combat. He had eleven colorful Campaign ribbons that stuck out on his Gold armor. He was the best.

Sag Radamamee a Special Op, black armored Field Master Rank 3 was a great ally. He had twice as many ribbons, and killed four times as many humans. Radamamee entered the cruiser that had just arrived with Tamamee quietly.

A battle raged outside. All the other Elite's were chasing down humans in Ghosts and Banshees, perhaps even on foot.

-Poor Humans- he thought not meaning it.

As his personal Battleship began lifting off hundreds of red blots appeared on his motion sensor. He knew the humans were bombing the planet. In ten minutes, so would everyone else.

"The Prophets will not be pleased with your early arrival" Radamamee told him

"you'd rather stay behind and die with my men?" Tomamee told with sarcasm in his voice

Radamamee gave a long loud disgruntled laugh. Then Tamamees personal Ship "annihilation" lifted off into the empty void the Universe called space

* * * *

"Ok, let's go" Cortana said
"No wait!" a voice called out

The Lieutenant turned his attention to the voice that had called them. There was a young Marine from Fifth Regiments position that had miraculously survived. Though he had been shot a number of times, he was running at full speed. "Wait for him" the Officer ordered.

Behind the LeatherNeck was a horde of three thousand Covenant bastards. Elite's, Grunts, Jackals, and Hunters. The whole mixed bag. "Double time it Boy!" Gillespie ordered him.

The Soldier finally reached the side seat and the MC slammed his foot down on the gas "I lost my weapons sir" the Marine said.

Michael tossed his Assault Rifle and two clips to him "its all i got" he told "make good use of it, what's your name Boy?" he asked.

He stumbled over his words for a moment, caught his breath and finally spat out "Private First Class Jason Williams Sir!" Jason Saluted.

"Alright" Michael said
"Ten Minutes" Cortana warned
"Banshees, coming in hot!" Jason screamed

Michael open fired with the LAAG Mounted Machine Gun, and several Banshees fell within seconds.

The Chief drove though some smoking Warthog wreckage. Michael inhaled deeply. This was his first time in combat, and he loved every second of it. But right now, he loved the feeling of urgency. The feeling of get out in ten minutes or die sounded good, he loved to hear his heart race. The Officer smiled, and pulled the trigger on the LAAG, destroying the never ending pursing enemy only known as the Covenant.

Cortana watched Michael as he took Covenant lives away. He was like the Chief.

They both lived for this.

"Two Pelican Dropships dead ahead!" Jason Hollered. He viewed to his left, seeing a Ghost pilot had caught up with them, he took out a dry pistol and tossed it at the Elite. It smacked him square in the face making him spin out of control, it rammed the Ghost into the ground followed up by an explosion Jason cheered at his fluked victory.

"Sorry Warthog team" Lieutenant Tom Stray told them "any more passengers on this ship and we ain't getting off this rock. Theirs a dropship about a kilometer down-a-ways, your men in tanks are heading towards it"

MC didn't wait for her to finish, he hit the gas petal and drove off leaving the Pelicans to lift off without them.

"I see'em!" Jason said with a new perk in his voice, he pointed out to several tanks moving down the field, then flinched holding his wounds.

The thirty Ghosts and Banshees that followed and caught up significantly and were in range to fire at them. a dozen blue blazing plasma bolts hit the back bumper of the Warthog melting the rubber. The stench of burning rubber made his eyes tear.

Jason saw this as a problem, and tossed a Fragmentation Grenade out the back, taking some Brutes and Elite's out. Bluish Greenish blood spewed out from the wreckage.

"Ten Seconds" Cortana warned
"Get out" Master Chief yelled

Williams, Gillespie, Master Chief, and Cortana boarded the Pelican "impenetrable" followed by ten Marines.

Michael watched as Death rained from the sky. HAVOK tactical Nukes and Apocalypse Class Nukes hit the ground, making mushroom cloud after mushroom cloud. Finally, the pelican lifted off. And for the first time since he was in the military he thought he had escaped hell but the only thing he had escaped was death. Hell would be back, and in many numbers. And to put it simply, he would have to fight off all Hell to survive.

After "Impenetrable" escaped the planet's atmosphere Captain Isaac O'Brian came onto the Pelicans speakerphones. "I assume the mission was a success. Good job out their today men. When we return to Earth City, all non commissioned officers report to your barracks for R and R" Non Coms cheered "all officers report to the town California, I will have orders for the surviving officers. Also, will the Spartan arrive as well. Report at 1200 Hours. That's all"

All but the Chief cheered.

* * * *

-Covenant Homeward (unknown) City- Tarigo Area- Council of Prophets Occasion- Failure.-

Tomamee entered the hall of the Prophets. He, if he wanted to, could Slaughter the Prophets whom controlled this war. And do not mistake, he had thought of it. He even planed it out. To kill one prophet at a time. But he couldn't. It would lower moral, and start rebellious acts if he did. So he crammed his problems down his pocket as he usually did. And continued his life. He was getting punished for leaving his men down there to die. Was it fair? To him, no.

He pushed two big double doors open and entered the Council of Prophets. It looked like he stood in the middle of a miniature coliseum of sorts. Radamamee was already here, sitting in the Council chairs.

The highest Prophet spoke "Zag Tamamee you have failed to keep the Human planet in Covenant hands, and have left six-thousand Covenant Soldiers behind to die. For that, we charge you with Failure, Cowardice, and Murder. You would serve a life in prison, but instead, we congratulate you."

Tamamee was shocked "Congratulate? why excellency?"

He spoke again "We have reason to believe that your Soldiers have been planing a rebellion against you, and to kill all of the Prophets. So, for our great thanks, we will promote you First Class Field Master Special Operations. Radamamee will be your second in command. Remove your equipment from your office, and move it to area 962 compound A"

Zag Tamamee was stupefied. He wasn't in trouble. His evil ways had done his race good... And on top of all that, he was being promoted as well!

"Report to the Armory at 2530 to pick up your Advanced Armor. You are now the most feared Officer in the Covenant Army."

Tamamee gave a smile, bowed respectfully and said. "Thank you your excellencies"

As he walked out of the room he thought. -Its like baking a cake and eating it to! And oh, did it taste good! -

* * * *

-Camp Penaltin California UNSC Earth time: 12:34 Captain Isaac O'Brian's office Date: November 23 2552-

Lieutenant Michael Gillespie, Master Chief, and a Captain with Severally broken bones stood before a Naval Captain. Michael and MC gave crisp Salutes, Captain Jonathan Conners would have saluted, but his arm was sprained, and couldn't move it.

"Sir" the Marine Captain addressed the Naval Captain "If I could salute you, I would"

"I know ya would" Isaac said "good man" the Naval Captain paced for a second, gathering his words, moved in front of his desk and spoke "at ease, your in United Nations Earth City, the safest place besides Reach. Now, to the things at hand" Michael thought he sounded like a business man. "I called you here because well, frankly, we need a task force. Spartan-117 and the ODST (Orbital Drop Shock Troops, or Hell Jumpers) are the only Special Forces we got nowadays. I saw on Battle.Cam what you did out there with 117." He turned a Huge TV on behind him, and they watched as the MC and Michael combated the Ghosts. "General Howitz sees fit to give you these Michael" he open his clutched fist revealing Marine Captain Bars. Michael shook, took, and saluted.

"Thank you sir" Gillespie said

"The paper work is coming, for now its official. Now, the Covenant are coming to Earth City fat dumb and happy, and there is no stopping them now."

Michael's heart sank.

"In fact, they have already landed in Africa, they think they have the element of surprise Well now we do. I don't know how to put this in words, so ill just spit it out. You, and ten other men will become Spartan III's for now, get nineteen men ready for touchdown tomorrow in South Africa. We will pick ten men out of the surviving men you bring back. Sorry we have no MOJINER armor for you at this time. In Exactly two months, a new version of the armor will come in. after the Africa operation you will have Three months of intense training to cram everything that 117 knows into your head. Understood?"

"Sir Yes Sir!" The Soldiers yelled

They understood
They understood they were Spartan III's, they understood that this is the hardest time in all time and history, and they understood that they were the last hope for humanity. And they were going to win this war, or die trying.

-Episode 2 coming soon! Hoped you like it! Sorry for spelling Chief wrong in the prologue (for the prologue look for author Michael Gillespie)





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