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Jake A Model IV by Slipping Knot (Who the Hell Tied This Thing?)
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Jake A Model IV: Chapter One SSDD
Date: 17 December 2003, 7:13 PM
"UNSC Pelican 415 here, what do you need sir?" the stern voice of the pilot spoke into the receiver of the radio.
"To be blunt, I think we need a little bit of everything," Captain Hemlock chuckled hesitantly.
"Well, I wish I could give you everything, it looks like you're in some shit over there," the pilot said again.
"True, do you got a Warthog on you?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, going to need that; how about some Marines?"
"That's what I'm here for."
"Music to my ears."
"He's a fucking awesome pilot too!" a Marine shouted from within the Pelican.
Captain Hemlock chuckled, "Alright, but them down behind the barrier."
"Roger." The Pelican craft lowered down behind a long, thick concrete wall, smothered in plasma burns. The camp looked awful, definitely not the place for a Captain. Medics rushed over to a tent that looked just from the outside that it was a hospital, or at least a morgue. The Pelican turned 180 degrees so the rear end was facing the large camp. Captain Hemlock rushed out to meet them, pistol in hand.
"How you boys doing today?" he gave them a hardy grin.
"Just fine sir!" the whole squad sounded out and saluted.
"Good, that's something I haven't heard a Marine say in months," he returned the salute, and turned over to their leader. "What's your name son?"
"Corporal Peterson, sir!" the tall, lanky man said.
"A Corporal! I expected some experience!" he exclaimed.
"Or, you could talk to him," the Corporal pointed over to a SPARTAN IV standing behind them all.
"Holy Hell," the Captain walked over to the SPARTAN, then noticed the color of his armor, blood red. "Who you with son?"
"Right now I'm with them," he returned the pointed finger.
"I see," the Captain said, and pondered for a moment.
"What are living conditions here?" the SPARTAN asked.
"One meal a day, little sleep, man power minimal, little sleep. Those bastards attack us everyday. The Covenant don't leave many alive," the Captain grimaced.
"I see, that's fine with me," he looked at his squad, "I just don't know about them."
He stepped out in front of his squad, and asked, "Can you handle this pussy's?"
"Sir, yes, sir!"
"That's what I thought," he turned back to the Captain, as the Pelican lifted off, Warthog deployed.
"Let me show you to your barracks."
They walked through the huge camp, and saw almost more hospitals then mess halls or command tents. The hospitals had blood splattered on every wall, inside and out, and every site of the inside, made even the SPARTAN cringe. Marines bleeding, missing limbs, some with blood still flowing out of them.
"Our best surgeon is a teacher now, that's how bad we need medics. You didn't happen to bring any with you did you?"
"No, I take with me."
"Do you have a name son?" the captain pondered.
"Some call me Pyro, others call me Hyde, and of course they call me-" he was cut off.
"Jake! Covenant are attacking the south wall!" a Marine said.
"Jake?" the Captain queried.
"That's my name, I gave it to myself, didn't feel right without one," he turned to the wall.
Suddenly, a huge plasma blast found a place in the camp, scattering body parts everywhere. It was followed by a huge wave of Covenant small arms fire. The wall had been breached. The grunts headed up the front, a few Elite commanders amongst them. Marines suddenly started spraying their ammo at the alien-creatures.
The 7.62mm x 51mm (.308 for the sake of everything holy) armor piercing bullets tore through the Grunts just fine, but the Elites began to evade and call in the armor fire. More massive plasma shots flew through the air, decimating the camp. Jake grabbed a plasma pistol off from the ground, and ducked under the arm of an Elite. Jake held down the trigger of the weapon, and fired a charged round into the Elite's face. The creature staggered backward and roared. Jake then charged the Elite and put a fist into the Elite's face, spattering its blood upon the ground.
Jake then pried a SMG out of a Marine's hands, and fired off the remaining rounds in the magazine. Covenant fell to the ground as the rounds tore through them. Just then, a Warthog blew out of a blind corner, and leveled several Covenant troops, a gunner, finished off the rest with the .50 caliber chain cannon on the rear of the vehicle.
The covenant forces retreated out of the camp.
"Damn! That was awful!" Jake said as he wiped some carnage off his visor.
"Welcome to life in Sector 8," Captain Hemlock gave him a grin and patted him on the back, "Come on, let's check the report."
To be continued.
Jake A Model IV Chapter Two: Broken Men
Date: 21 December 2003, 8:09 PM
The Covenant retreated out of the camp, and the Warthogs mopped up some of the stragglers. Jake followed the captain, and he saw a medical team run by him, followed by some infantry.
Just in case.... Jake thought
From the looks of things, these Marines didn't get to much time to themselves; all of them were SOLDIERS, not just soldiers. They were at attention twenty-four seven, officer around or not. Jack grimaced at a TT (troop transport) Warthog carrying bodies, arms hanging from the vehicle. Jake wasn't used to this kind of thing, he was more in to occasional attacks.
"Sir, what makes the Covenant want to attack here so badly?" Jake queried.
"Son, I really wish I could tell you," Captain Hemlock spoke, taking a casualty report from a lower officer. "15 Marines died in that little skirmish," Hemlock looked toward the ground, "my son included."
"Uh," Jake looked for words, "I'm sorry."
"No, that's okay," Hemlock's eyes watered, "It brings back the nicest memories."
"Sir," Jake looked at the paper, now speckled with tears.
"I remember one time, we took a fishing trip, I was on leave, and we didn't even know about the Covenant yet. He was oh, six years old, and we went fly-fishing. I remember that I went over to the tree to take a leak," he smiled.
"Sir, you don't need to tell me this," Jake said and looked at the face of a torn man.
"It feels good to tell someone," Hemlock looked up at the tall SPARTAN.
"Sir," Jake bowed his head.
"I remember while I was going, I heard him shout 'Daddy! Daddy! I got one! I got one!'" More tears streamed down his face, "I rushed over there and saw the biggest trout I've ever seen in my life."
"I, I have to go," Jake didn't want to see the man suffer he was making himself remember.
"No, that boy was a damn good angler," Jake smiled, and finally broke down. He fell to the ground, and shouted, "That boy was all I had left!" he pounded the ground.
"Sir! You're making a scene!" Jake shouted.
"Those bastards killed my whole family! Now my son! They're going to pay!" he put his forehead on the ground and cried; Jack saw the opportunity to leave. First, he snatched the report off the ground, and snuck off to gather his men.
"All Marines from unit 417 gather here!" Jake shouted. No one stirred, one Medic looked Jake's way, a look of sorrow found it's way onto his face.
"Anyone?" Jake shouted again.
The medic ran over his way, as Jake checked the paper, "Sir-"
"They're all dead," Jake crumbled up the paper and threw it into a puddle of mud.
Later that night, Jake had settled in with a group of younger rookies, he thought they could use some company. They were rowdier then the rest of the Marines, probably some newbies who didn't what they were about to face.
Jake was awakened by a battle alarm and large amounts of gunfire. He ran out of his tent as a Ghost flew by the perimeter of his tent. The tent was empty; Jake grabbed a battle rifle, and began firing at the Ghost. The Elite on back roared and turned towards Jake. As the Ghost approached, Jake prepared himself for the jump. When the Ghost came at him, he would jump on top of it, and kick the Elite off.
The Ghost got into position, and Jake leaped up on top of it. Before he could kick off the Elite, he was slammed into the barrier by the front of the Ghost, smashing his leg. The Elite chuckled and back up. Jake slid off, and grabbed his leg, and then he raised his rifle, and fired it until it was empty. The Ghost took damage and began to destabilize. The Elite on top bailed out of his machine, just as it flew into a group of Marines, and exploded.
Jake engaged the Elite with a stock to the face. The Elite fell down, and struggled to get up, Jake raised his rifle and was about to pull the trigger, when a Warthog tire spattered the Elites torso.
"Sir we need someone to gun this thing!" the Marine said.
Jake looked up at the LAAG .50 caliber cannon, and saw a body hunched over it.
"How'd he die?" Jack questioned.
"Wraith blast knocked some shrapnel into him."
Jake didn't hesitate; he climbed up, and threw the body to the ground. Jake had never seen a Wraith before. He stepped up to the mount, and turned toward the battle. Two Wraiths had made it into the base, one protected the other, which was firing shots off onto the command tower, the only solid building on the camp.
He also saw Shadows pulling Shades into position, Grunt gunners already inside. Brutes stormed into the hole, and pummeled the Marines around like toys. Jackals came in, shields raised, with Elites inside the crescent they made. The Warthogs drove straight into the line, and one got pegged with a plasma grenade, the crew bailed out, and the driver got out screaming as the grenade on his head erupted, spraying everyone within a 20 foot radius with blood.
To be continued
Jake A Model IV: Episode Three: The Trinity
Date: 28 December 2003, 12:36 AM
Jake grimaced when he saw the blood. Some of this stuff is just too much for even a SPARTAN. He had to concentrate though; those Wraiths weren't going to kill themselves. He pointed the chain cannon at a Wraith, and began to fire. The bullets found places to out themselves, but no major damage was done, until later. Later was when a Warthog equipped with a grenade launcher came barreling into the battle.
Jake grinned when he saw the first Wraith explode, then when the other began to retreat for a moment. Some Marines along the ground rolled out of the way when a Shadow plowed through the masses, killing its own kind, and Marines. Jake's turret was out of ammo, so he signaled to the driver to slow down, then he hopped off and unsheathed his Battle Rifle.
He took cover behind some wreckage, and tried to rally some troops. He waved and called to them, but they ignored him and sprinted off into the battle. One Marine ran over to him.
"Sir, I need you to follow me," he said.
"For what?"
"I'm taking you to The Trinity," he grinned and called out, "Covering fire!" Jake heard the command being shouted out, and then guns began to blaze.
"Follow me."
They ran into the command tower, which the Wraith had been pummeling, some of the power was knocked out, and some cracks were every-which-way, but it would do.
"Okay sir, we need to get ourselves to the core of this structure," he looked toward the SPARTAN.
"Okay, then what?"
"Then I need to show you why all of the Marines ignore you," he grimaced.
"It's not a girl is it? I know how the Marines can get around them," he grinned.
"Kind of," the Marine smiled, as they boarded the elevator.
When they reached the bottom, they found some kind of tiny room. It had four small towers, in the middle of the room. Jake guessed they were for AI Constructs.
"Hello?" Jake said.
"Quiet," the Marine said.
"Who is it?" a female voice said.
"Liar," Jake whispered.
Suddenly the towers flickered, and four AI Constructs emerged form the tops of the towers.
"Whoa," Jake thought aloud, "That's a lot of, well, brain power."
"This is The Trinity," the Marine said.
"So why do they ignore huh?" he asked one of the Constructs.
"Because we told them to," she smiled.
"What! They're out there dying and I offer help, but you tell them to ignore me? How come they listen?"
"We control them," another said.
"Yes, every last one, except you."
"Why don't you control me?" Jake pondered.
"'Cuz you're a SPARTAN," the third said.
"So!" Jake shouted.
"Well, we don't like SPARTAN's," she smiled.
"Why the Hell not?" Jake asked.
"Watch your tone!" one yelled.
"'Cuz we can't control you," she smiled, and then the Marine's head blew up.
"What the fu-" Jake jumped away from the blast.
"Like a said before we control them," the first said.
"Yes, every last one," the second said.
"Bitches..." Jake said under his breath.
"Watch it! We'll have every Marine here attack you!" the third said.
"Bring them on," Jake drew his gun.
"Oh, do we have a smart ass?" the second asked.
"You might," Jake answered.
"Hahaha, you make me laugh,"
"No, really we will send all them at you," the third said again.
"Don't make me repeat myself, bring them on," Jake was feeling cocky now.
"Huh?" one said and staggered back, "You're serious?"
"I'm not afraid of a bunch of girls," Jake smiled and pointed his gun at them.
"I dare you to shoot us!" the third said.
"You do?"
They looked around, stunned.
"So, what's your 'master plan'?" Jake lowered the gun a bit.
"Our mind control spreads through out everything, it's not mechanical, it's genetic,"
"Okay..." Jake pushed on.
"So eventually, we think we could take over all of the human race," she grinned.
"So, the Covenant wants three bitches?" Jake asked.
"WATCH IT!!" the third said again.
"No, you," Jake pulled the trigger until all of the towers were destroyed.
He then heard multiple screams, and they sounded like Marines.
When he made it up to the surface, all of the Marines were dead. They must've triggered their deaths when they died. The Covenant was mostly gone, but some were still there, including some Shadows. Once he had finished mopping them up, he sat back and sighed, he realized that he was up against more then just the Covenant.
Jake A Model IV: Episode Four:
Date: 29 December 2003, 2:52 AM
Jake took a lonely sigh as he finished mopping up the remaining Covenant. The Marines' bodies lay strewn throughout the camp. All of their heads were gone it was disgusting. Jake decided it was time to move on, and see if he could make it to the next camp of Marines. He could not believe those three AI's were planning to over-take the human race. They must be crazy.
Jake was cautious when he left the base, weary eyed- looking for any regroups of Covenant. After he got far enough to cool his nerves, he decided to lower his guard. Maybe he could find one of those "survivor cities" he had heard about.
The cities were made up of remainders of humans that managed to survive the Covenants' attacks. He heard that they had places for soldiers to stay. He had over heard one of the rookie Marines blabbering about how he had gotten a "nice piece of ass" at one of them.
Jake didn't even care about "pieces of ass" he just wanted some food and a bed. Jake had never even thought to remove his armor before. He thought that maybe he should find a clean river, and was out the "skull suit" (thank you MGS) that was under his armor. Now-days, finding a river with no blood or bodies in it was a challenge, but Jake managed to find one.
When he was done washing off his armor, he soon learned that he wasn't the only one at the river...
"Hi!" a female voice shouted out, followed by a giggle.
"What?" Jake turned around, fully armored, and turned around to see a woman, about 23 standing across the river.
"Nice body," the woman hopped across a series of rocks to the other side of the river.
"Uh," Jake stumbled over his words, and quickly tossed his helmet on.
"Wait, you're not a normal SPARTAN are you?" she took a closer look at him.
"Uh, I can't tell you that," he looked at the ground, after surveying her thoroughly.
She was pretty, about five feet, five inches tall, and she had brown hair, easily down to the middle of her back. Blue eyes.
"So, what's your name, no wait, what's your number?" she giggled.
"215/66, but I do have a name," he grinned.
"Really? What is it?"
"Jake," he blushed, good thing he had his helmet on.
"Cool, what are you way out here for?" she strapped on an Assault Rifle.
"I need food and a bed," he thought about the cities, "you from a survivor city?"
"Yup, follow me," she took off into the woods.
They ran through the woods, and eventually came to a drop-off.
"What do we do now?" Jake asked.
"Down there is the ruminants of Cadillac," she wiped some sweat off her brow.
"MICHIGAN!!" he asked.
"Yup," she smiled.
"I WAS RIGHT NEXT TO FUCKING CADILLAC MICHIGAN!!!!"
"Yes's"
"Oh my God, I'm pretty far away from Toledo then aren't I?"
"Hell yes," she smiled come on, we have some ropes down the way," she ran off.
Once they reached the town, he looked around, it was a sorry sight. The houses were mostly destroyed; a lot of people barely had clothes on. He grimaced when he saw the ribs of people poking out of their shirts.
"HEY WE GOT A SPARTAN HERE!!!" she announced to the town. "Get him some food and a bed!"
The people gathered around them, and gasped in awe at him. She lead him up to the nicest building in town, and laid him down on a bed.
"Undress, I'll get you some sleeping clothes," she smiled, and left.
He took off everything but his skull suit, and waited for her to return. When she got back, she frowned, obviously expecting him to be naked, and then sat down next to him.
"What, you can leave for one more second can't you?" he asked.
"Here, you have to get used to being naked with other people, its not to nice over here," she turned the other way, "this better?"
"Yeah," he took off his skull suit, and put on the clothes, "all done."
"Ok," she turned around, and lay down on the bed.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"You need someone to keep you warm," she rubbed the covers flat where he could lay down at.
"Sure," he lay down, and covered up, he heard get up to shut the door, then return to the bed.
To be continued
Jake A Model IV: Chapter Five: There Are Two Meanings To Full Metal Jacket
Date: 30 December 2003, 2:18 AM
Jake awoke the next morning, alone. A sigh of relief made it to his face, she didn't really help him stay warm, but it was better then just the blankets. When he reached the bottom of the staircase, and opened the door, he stopped, blank-faced. Snow. He had never seen snow before, sure he had heard of it, but he had never seen it before.
Suddenly, a white covered his visor, and he heard giggling. He wiped off his visor, and looked around, until he saw her, she was standing there laughing.
"Are you from outer space or something?" she laughed some more.
"Yes," Jake felt offended, "what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you," she smirked, "I'm Nicole."
"Oh, that's a pretty name," he turned around, and started making a ball out of the snow.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
Jake turned; a large snowball had been formed in his hand. He raised his arm. He had made sure that it weighed a little less then a plasma grenade, and whipped at her, hitting her in the face.
"One for one," Jake smiled, and turned to a man cooking some soup.
"What do you want sir?" the man asked, and saluted.
"What?" Jake was puzzled.
"I used to be a Marine, then I found this place, and decided to stay," he let out a sigh.
"Can I have some of that?" Jake didn't want to stay much longer, maybe a few days.
"Sure, this is the most we've had in a while actually."
"Wow, thanks," he grabbed a bowl, and the exMarine poured some soup into it.
Jake sucked down the soup fast; it was actually pretty good for being made by poor people. He then returned to his room and returned the clothes to Nicole.
"I don't need these anymore," he handed them over.
"Oh, okay, I'll take them back then," she turned and walked over to a house, entered it and came back out.
"I think my skull suit will keep me warm enough," he grinned.
"Okay, I just thought you- never mind," she blushed and turned around.
"What? What's the matter?" he came up beside her.
"Nothing, I'm fine," she looked up at him and then, she latched on to him, she was giving him a hug.
"Uh, okay," Jake was confused, but the feeling was good.
"I want to go with you," she looked up into his eyes.
"No, you can't," he pushed her away.
"C'mon Jake! Be a human for once!" she pleaded.
"I can't be a human," Jake looked at the ground.
"Yes you can! You may not be able to look like one! But you can act like one!" she stomped her foot on the ground.
"I'll try, let me sleep and eat on it," he cocked his head.
"Okay, I guess. See you tonight, I'm going back to the river."
Jake thought he should survey the small town of Cadillac. It really wasn't that small, it was just long. Long and rather narrow, especially considering that it turned into Haring Township. There were super markets and such, but none of them were still intact. There was an old Shell gas station that was now the local armory; it held about 30 AR's, 56 Pistols, 2 Rocket Launchers, and one SR.
Once it became dark, he returned back to his room, and found it was empty, just a note on the bed. He picked it up and it read:
Jake, come to my room, across the street, on the top floor.
Jake made his way over, and headed up the staircase. From the looks of things they were in the old 5/3 bank, on Mitchell Street. Once her got up to her room he opened the door, and quickly shut it again. She was in there, but naked, and in the shower. He peeked it open, and looked inside.
Then he cried out, "I thought you guys bathed in the river?"
She returned, "Naw. I just go there to fish, and bathe while I'm there."
"Oh," he blushed, and walked into her room, shutting the bathroom door.
He sat on her bed, and waited for her to exit the shower.
"You're way to modest," she cried out.
"Well," he was about to say something, but decided to not embarrass himself.
"Trust me, you have nothing to be ashamed of," she let out a giggle.
"Oh," his face was now beat red.
She chuckled, "I'll be out in a second, make yourself at home."
He looked around, TV but it was broken, it was easily the cleanest place in the whole city.
"You like it clean don't you?" he asked.
"Everything but-" she stopped.
"What?"
"Never mind," she stepped out of the shower, with only panties on.
Jake couldn't help but stare, but no one could notice through is visor. She walked over to her dresser, and pulled out a nightgown, and slipped off her panties. Jake snapped himself off the sight, and then looked back over at her. After she had finished this painful peep show, she sat down next to him.
"Calm down," she put a hand on his thigh.
"I'm calm," he stuttered out.
"Sure, now take off that armor, I'm sure it won't be very comfortable."
"Uh, okay."
When he was down to his skull suit, he sat back down next her, "There."
"A little excited aren't we?" she laid down on the bed.
"Hahaha," he laid down next to her, and slowly fell asleep.
He was awoken by a violent shaking, "Jake wake up! Get on your armor, the Covenant are near!"
"What!" he jumped up, and began strapping on his armor.
"They're close by, I'm part of the look out team, and I want you to come out with me."
"Alright," they ran down the steps, and into the woods, where there were to two men they had a Warthog's LAAG turret put into an embankment.
They sat there for several moments, until the first Grunt wondered out into the clearing.
"Wait for him to give the go," the one man took up the LAAG cannon, the other propped a SMG up against his shoulder. Jake raised his Battle Rifle, and Nicole pulled up her AR.
The Grunt spoke in an alien tongue, and two Elites and four Jackals ran out into the small clearing. The man at the turret called to wait for his signal, and then begin to fire. They waited for a good five minutes, then, when an Elite turned his back, the man fired off the LAAG at him, leveling him instantly. The other Elite was about to call for back up when Jake but three .308 rounds into his head, the Grunts scrambled, only to be mowed down by LAAG and AR fire.
The Jackals circled in, and began burning down the forest.
"How's this for a first date?" Nicole looked at Jake.
He chuckled, "Just fine, cover me," he bolted up the hill, rushing the Jackals. They fired at him, only to meet the stock of his rifle, he then shot the rest of them in the back, they were too slow to turn around in time.
To be continued
Jake A Model Four: Chapter Six: Six Feet Below
Date: 6 January 2004, 12:47 AM
Jake stood over the bloody grass, Jackal's bodies lying on the ground below him. A sick grin had found itself onto his face. This is how he knew that he would never be a human. If he felt fulfilled when he pulled that trigger, then he knew that he would never be a human, that doesn't mean that he would stop trying.
"You were amazing!" Nicole said as she approached him.
"I-" Jake thought about his words. "I know."
"C'mon, I thinks it's safe back home now," she grabbed his hand and they took off into the woods, the two men following them. When they got back to the city, they went up to her bedroom for a while.
The next day Jake and Nicole said their good byes as Jake headed off, he would stop back there every month, and socialize with the friends he had made. He didn't want to leave, it felt awesome talking to Nicole, but he had to find the MC, before it was too late.
Jake had gotten a call that the MC was pinned down somewhere in the Traverse City area. Of course, he didn't even know if the MC was still there. He had gotten the call a few days ago, and he had neglected it until now. He was also interested to figure if The Trinity was still up to something, they might have had multiple Constructs to hide, but only if they were online when Jake destroyed them.
He was about 10 miles down his trail when a bullet whizzed by his head, acting instinctively he drew his gun and hit the dirt. Somewhere around 20 Marines exited the woods, and began searching the area.
"If you find him, kill him," the commanding officer said.
"Roger, sir," the Marines walked near to Jake, but they never found him.
Then, one Marine stumbled over Jake's Battle Rifle, and shouted.
"I've got him!" the Marine yelled out.
"Attack!" the officer said.
Jake stood, and drew his rifle.
"What are you doing?" Jake asked them.
"Direct orders from The Trinity, we have to kill you!" the officer said, and drew his gun.
"The Trinity is still alive?" Jake shouted.
"Yes, alive and well," he grinned.
"Let me see them," Jake thought he could manipulate them.
"No! You tried to destroy them last time!" the Marines put his sights on Jake.
Jake grimaced and pulled his trigger, the officer dropped, and the Marines shouted, and began to shoot at Jake. Jake dodged and tried to fight off the Marines, but to no success he gave in to them.
"I surrender!" Jake dropped his gun, and kicked it across the ground.
"SPARTANS don't surrender!" one Marines shouted.
"Well this one does!" another said.
"I say we capture him!" another spoke.
They went up to search him; their guards had been lowered. Jake pulled the pistol out of the closest Marine's holster, and got him in a headlock, using him as a shield. The Marines gasped, and raised their rifles.
"No! Don't shoot!" the captured Marines shouted.
Jake squeezed the trigger, and another Marine dropped.
"No! Don't shoot me!" the Marine squealed.
The Marines hesitated, and finally one shot, and killed his teammate.
Jake squeezed off a couple bullets, still using the body for shielding as the Marines blasted away at the body. Soon the body became useless, and most of the Marines were dead or injured anyway. One last bullet fell to the ground, and Jake pointed at the rest of the Marines.
"Do you wish to die for something corrupt too?" Jake asked the staggered crowd.
"I sure as Hell don't!" one Marine stood out and looked at his brethren.
"I don't either," soon, the whole fleet was stepping up.
"A Survivor City is just down the road, go there," Jake pointed down the trail, and the Marines departed.
Jake turned around, and sighed at the sight of fallen Marines. He continued on, he couldn't wait to see some major action again. He may be soft and cuddly on the outside, but on the inside he was a killer, nothing more, nothing less. He headed up the road, and found a Warthog lying on its side, covered up by some shrubbery. He worked, and finally got it over on its side. He tried the ignition, but he had to hot-wire it in the end. As he drove down the beaten path, he crossed many areas of wreckage and war torn areas. The sight of blood made him thirst for war, but the sight of fallen comrades made him sad, but he must avenge their deaths.
To Be Continued
Jake A Model IV: Chapter Seven: His Heart Bleeds
Date: 7 January 2004, 12:50 AM
So lay down, the threat is real.
When his sight, goes red again.
Quite possibly the best advice ever given by anyone.
Jake stepped over some more bodies as he entered Traverse City, at one point this city had had both economic power, but also military power. Traverse City became the lead testing facility for SPARTANS and Marines a like. They offered special weapons training for Marines, and special vehicle training for SPARTANs.
He began to search for the MC, but he almost knew that he had fought his way through and left the area. He then searched for food, or anything of that matter, and found nothing.
Jake cursed under his breath, and then turned around, and headed back off towards Cadillac. Of course he noticed the bodies, the numbers seemed to increase every time he passed the area. Most of them were friendlies, but occasionally he saw some Covey bodies down on the ground too. As he neared the small town of Cadillac, his stomach began to churn. The smoke rising from the city didn't help his hope that the city may still be there.
When he stepped into the first building, he almost hurdled. Then, a little distance down the road, at Nicole's apartment, he found a message on her tape recorder going, stopping, rewinding and playing again.
He pressed the button, and sighed.
"Jake," the message skipped, and Jake's heart may of skipped a few beats too, "can't- don't come ho- we can't- fight- off- leave- forge- don't worry- I'll be fi- it's oka-"
Jake's eyes watered, but his SPARTAN soul kept him from crying, instead of getting sad the SPARTANS were programmed to get angry, very angry.
Jake soon began to feel his heart burn, it was like it was on fire. Then, his sight became altered, it began to flicker from normal to something much worse. He started seeing red distortion all over things, and he felt some kind of sickening, yet powerful air come over him.
"Hello?" a gruntish voice called out form outside her room, spent shells lying on the floor.
Jake walked up to the door, quietly, and put his hand on the knob. Just as he began to feel it turn, he swung the door open, and grabbed the Grunt by his collar area, and shoved him against the wall, far off the ground.
"Which one of you bastards killed her?" Jake thrust him into the wall once more.
"What?" the Grunt squeaked and kicked, but to no success.
"Who?" Jake roared.
The Grunt let out some alien name and then shut his mouth.
"No, keep talking," Jake felt a sick grin fall over his face.
"You look different from the other one..." the Grunt managed to speak.
"What one!" Jake demanded.
"The green one!" the Grunt kicked some more.
"Why do I look different?" Jake pondered.
"Because you're vis-," the Grunt thought a moment, "Your face shield, it's red."
"What?" Jake slammed into the wall, killing him.
Jake let the body slide to the floor, and walked away weapon drawn, his anger still being fed. He entered the street, and found cover, surveying the Covey's down the road.
Two Elites, Six Jackals, Fourteen Grunts, and Three Brutes. Jake made sure his weapon was full, and had one in the chamber. He then aimed, and waited for one of the Jackals to make a mistake.
The 9.6mm round ripped easily through the Jackal's head, and landed itself in an Elite's leg, taking him to the ground. The Covey's began to spread out and fire, but Jake was to busy shooting them to care. The Grunts went down first, then the Brutes, as the Jackals backed up against a wall and shielded themselves. He then gunned down the Elites, losing his shield in the progress. He then threw a grenade into the bunch of Jackals, and as they scattered, he picked them off.
Jake rushed the battlefield screaming with rage, then he fell atop one of the Elite corpses, and began to interrogate it. He then tried to read its nameplate, but it didn't look anything like what the Grunt had said, he slammed the beast's head into the dirt, and went to the next, and found his man.
"Why did you do it?" Jake punched it across its face.
"How could you kill an innocent person!" Jake was mad and confused, his head began to hurt, but let pain be relieved by a familiar hand.
"It's okay, I told you I'd be fine," she laid her head down on his shoulder.
"Nicole?" He turned, regular color returning to his visor.
"Yeah, it's me," she gave him a hug.
"Oh," he felt the tears rise again, but not even a SPARTAN could cry.
"It's okay, I survived," she looked into his visor.
"What about everyone else?" he stood.
"Most of them are dead, except that exMarine he made it, in the tower sniping."
"Oh, I see," Jake straightened out.
He looked up at the sky and saw a Covenant control ship towering above them.
He wanted to kill both the Covenant, and all of the infected Marines. The Trinity would be the next to go.
To Be Continued
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