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Helljumping 101 by Col. Knadan
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Helljumping 101 Prologue/Class1
Date: 5 August 2008, 5:18 pm
Date: Nov 3 2552, current with storyline of, Halo Ghosts of Onyx.
Hi there! My name is First Lieutenant Spartan-109 Kip Morgan. I'm in the Reserve 503 Shock Division commanding the 9th battalions 1st Company. I was born in 2511 in Sioux Falls South Dakota, on Earth, one of the few Spartan-II's that was born there, and in 2517 was conscripted into the Spartan-II's. Technically I'm the 9 Battalions 2nd in Command even though I basically run the unit because the official CO does pretty much nothing at all. Originally I was one of the Spartans that was crippled by the augmentations but somehow my body managed to fix itself afterward and the end result was that I had 115% more speed, strength, and eyesight of a normal Spartan. I have used all UNSC weapons and some of my favorites are the MA5C assault rifle and M90 Mk II shotgun and the Covenant Carbine. I currently live Songnam Korea by Maria-062 and her family; I visit them and Cassandra who is only a few days away from being done with her rehabilitation. Me and Maria have also set up an apartment for Cassandra when she is done with Rehab. Well that's all you need to know for now. See ya!
Class Dismissed! End Prologue
Class 1
Date: Nov 4 2552
Kip woke up in his apartment room and saw it was still pretty dark outside, so he looked at his clock and saw it was only 5:30 A.M. He sat up looking around and decided to work out for an hour or two before he had breakfast. As he was finishing up he glanced over to the clock as he heard the doorbell and saw it was 7:00. He opened up the door and a UPS guy pushing a crate asked him, "Are you Kip Morgan?" He answered, "Yes, that's me." The UPS guy informed him, "I've got a heavy crate for you from the UNSC, marked 'MJLR MKVI,' what do you want me to do with it?" He Replied "Stick it in the living room, I'll open it later." After the UPS guy had left he wondered what it was, while he had started making breakfast the doorbell rang again this time it was Master Gunny Sgt. MacRory, Kip's Second in Command of 1st Company, "Hey Kip, are you ready to get started on the Panzer Blitz game?" Rick MacRory asked him, he answered "No, I was just starting breakfast if you'd care to join me." "Sure I'll join you breakfast, thanks alot, I haven't had breakfast either." Rick replied as he stepped into the apartment. As Kip was finishing making breakfast MacRory asked, "Hey Kip, what's this thing in the living room?" "I don't know but I think it's a Mjolnir Mk VI." Kip answered with. "A Mark VI? Nice." MacRory muttered. Kip asked, "Hey Rick could ya set the table, breakfast is almost done, scrambled eggs and sausages." Just before Rick had finished setting the table the doorbell rang one last time and this time to no great surprise it was Sgt. McManus, 1st Company, 2nd Platoon's Commander. "Hey Rick, set an extra place at the table! Come on in Pat, we're just sitting down for breakfast." Kip told his friend standing outside the door.
Before I go any further in this story, I just want to explain something real fast. Neither Kip, or the other guys are homos, they live in same apartment block and they take turns having breakfast at each others places and doing old board games like Panzer Blitz or Risk.
As the three of them finished eating breakfast the Police band radio clicked on saying, "All available SWAT units there's been a Insurrectionist attack on the local YMCA, they are heavily armed, repeat all..." the trio looked at each other as the radio repeated the message, "Hey Kip now might be a good time to check what's in the crate." MacRory said to Kip. "Ya know Rick, I think you're right, you guys get to your apartments and get your helljumping armor on." Kip ordered the two of them. Just so the reader knows the three of them are part of SWAT. 10 minutes later the three of the them were in the garage wearing their armors and carrying MA5C Assault Rifles and M6D Sidearms. "MacRory, you drive the 'Hog, McManus you get shotgun, I'll take the L.A.A.G., any questions?" Kip told them over the com in his new Mjolnir Mark VI armor. "Yeah, how come you always get the chain gun?" McManus asked jokingly. "Because I actually know how to use the thing unlike someone I could mention." Kip answered in the same tone. "All right now every body in!" Kip said now in a no joking manner.
Class dismissed! End Class 1.
Helljumping 101 Class 2: Operation Stop the Clock
Date: 4 November 2008, 8:00 pm
Operation: Stop the Clock
Author Note: I know that in the last class I said they had MA5Cs, but that was before I knew they were pieces of junk, so now it's the BR55HB SR Battle Rifle instead. Also, thanks to everyone posted for the previous class.
Nov 4, 0820 Hours,
Songnam Korea.
The day was all nice and dandy until the men in the Warthog saw the rocket headed at their faces. The two ODST's and one Spartan dived out of the Warthog as they arrived in front of the YMCA. Kip Morgan looked up at the Rebel soldier who had fired the rocket and shouted, "Communist!" and then muttered, "It never fails, and I just got this thing waxed." As the trio finished picking themselves up, they noticed an Officer walking over. They snapped to attention.
"At ease. How goes it Lt. Morgan, what?" asked Captain Rudyard Browning of the Songnam Police. It was easy to tell by his accent that he was of British decent; he had an ancestor who had been in Operation Market Garden of WWII.
"Fine, Sir." Kip replied promptly. "May I ask what's going on?".
"A mess. A bloody mess, that's what. At about 0745 Hours the Rebels took over the building and said they would set an outdated A-bomb to go off at 0900 Hours and they would start the timer at 0830," the Captain finished.
"I guess me and Rainbow Two-five should get started, then. Get tactical, Two-five!" Kip said to the Captain, and then Rainbow Two-five.
Team Rainbow Two-five consisted of Kip Morgan, as the team leader, Rick MacRory, as the demo expert, and Pat McManus, as the recon/sniping expert. As the trio chose their weapons and ammo vests, Kip and Rick each chose a shotgun as Pat got out his sniper rifle. "Hold up, Two-five. You're not going in solo. Teams Two-seven and Two-eight are going with you," the Captain told them.
"We wouldn't mind some other company. Rebels have a tendency to be very inhospitable hosts." Pat McManus smiled inside his helmet. Then MacRory punched him in the shoulder as they both burst laughing. "Guys, this isn't a joking matter. Even if it is true." Kip insisted, attempting to curb their amusement.
"A-ha! You admit it!" MacRory said, grinning his head off.
"Well, now that that is sorted out, there's something else you need to know," the Captain informed Lt. Morgan. "Before you arrived, we sent a sniper team into the Holiday Inn across the street, and we haven't heard a peep from them since. We need you to go check on them, as well."
"Sir, Yes, Sir!" Kip agreed. "Alright Marines, wipe those grins off your faces. Looks like I need to go run some errands. You stay here and help out. Understood?" Kip shouted, in the normal Drill Sergeant manner. "Understood, Sir!" the ODST's replied, no longer joking around.
The Spartan started racing towards the hotel across from the YMCA, dodging from side to side to avoid rebel snipers. When he got through the doors he dove to the side, just as a long burst from an enemy chain gun turned the doors into a pile of broken glass.
He slowly stood up. Still avoiding the door, he walked over to the main desk and saw that, surprisingly, an employee was still behind the desk. "What are you still doing here?" he asked the employee warily, with his weapon half-way raised. The employee replied, "Someone has to provide information for our guests."
"Well, alright but could you tell me where the Police sniper team is?" Kip asked him.
"Sure, they went upstairs to the 8th floor. Gee this is exciting! Will I have to go to jail?"
"No. Why would I arrest you?" Kip asked him, "You don't have anything to hide do you?" He stepped back, the rifle almost completely raised now. "No, sorry they're upstairs." the man at the desk said. "Alright, but I'd suggest getting out of here." Kip replied.
As Kip started heading upstairs the one dot on his motion tracker changed from friendly to enemy as the desk man pulled out a M6J Carbine and started shooting at him while shouting, "Long live the rebellion!" As the rebel in disguise started shooting at him, he spun around and started falling backwards just before he hit the ground he capped him in the head. He realized he was in for more work than he thought.
An empty Battle Rifle magazine, 4 shotgun shells, 3 pistol rounds, and 16 dead rebels later he stood in front of the room the sniper team was in. He quietly slid one end of a snake cam under the door and the other end he attached the other to his helmet, from what he could tell, one sniper was dead and the other was pretty bad off the two rebels standing over him were too for the shotgun. Kip brought out his two M6D pistols prepared to kick down the door.
Class dismissed! End Class Two.
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