SPECTRE by (ENS) Rabid_Gallagher
SPECTRE: ONI's Answer to the Spartan Program: Prologue
Date: 15 January 2005, 10:50 PM
AN: This is to all my hommies on the East Siiiiiide!
JULY 12th, 2557
3.252 Light-years away from Sol
The thick tree-line moved with the wind, and a heavily bushed area wasn't seen by the Banshee patrols. Silently, the person inside the bush area wasn't seen or heard by anyone, the wind howling out any noise. And it offered perfect protection, the dusk hid the area also. The perfect spot for the perfect mission.
Jillybean silently waited, her breath smelt bad as she let one breath out, but it did wore off bugs and such. Moss and leaves were taped and glued onto her BDU as she waited in the darkness, waiting for the chance to strike, just...waiting.
An Field Marshal walked out of a small human building, the wait was over. Carefully, Jillybean stuck the butt of the S2 into her shoulder as she slowed her breathing. She peered into the scope with her right eye, the cross-hairs seemed to easily center on the Elite's head.
She gave out a small chuckle as she slowly squeezed the trigger. There was no follow-up sound, thanks to the home-made silencer she put on her S2. The bullet seemed to slow down time as Jilly followed the bullet trail.
The Elite's head seemed to erupt with blood, the body silently dropped to the floor, blood oozing out of the head wound. Jilly let out a small laugh as she let go of the S2, then relax. Nothing could go wrong now...
"Jilly, this is Wolf. Inbound Phantoms on your trail, someone tipped them off..."
Jilly seemed to sigh and growl at the same time as she got up and picked up her S2 AM, then she seemed to step into every mud puddle as she ran down the trail.
"Same extraction point?"
"No, Colonel Darklighter had to lace the extraction point. Major Kyp Durron is coming to pick you up at the ridge."
Jilly sighed as she continue to run down the old, mud trail, leaping over logs and such as she push herself to the limits as she galloped as fast as she could. She panted as she leaped over a huge puddle of water and mud as she sprinted even faster.
Three Phantoms flew over her, but didn't noticed, thanks to the thick trees hid the ground with their bushes, giving Jilly the perfect cover.
"Jilly, this is Wolf. New extraction point. Just get rear the south entrance of the Ridge and Kyp will be there to pick you up."
"Roger...that..." Jilly managed to say as she ran, finally seeing the tree-line end. She sighed as she slowly stopped herself from running anymore and broke into a light jog. She exited the tree-line and looked to her left.
The Ridge. A code-name for a canyon that was small in a case but big enough to hide a Pelican. Jilly then walked over to the edge of the canyon wall, and looked down.
She fell back as a Pelican zoomed up, the Pelican almost smacking her as it flew into a position. The Pelican slowly turned around and the troop bay was seen. She nodded left and right really fast, yelling out "Oh hell no!" as she stepped back.
"Come on!" Yelled Nick as he held onto the railing, MCC using the Heavy Repeating Turret at the back of the Pelican, then MCC shot at the tree-line, trying to make Jilly jump on the damn Pelican.
Jilly closed her eyes and prayed, then broke into a run. She seemed to miscalculate the distance when she jumped a little too early. She flew across the short amount of air, her legs still in the run. She reached out and grabbed the railing, sighing with relief.
But the railing broke off, and Jilly slipped. She grabbed the closest thing she could grab, and held onto it. She, unfortunately, grabbed the left railing on the starboard side of the Pelican, on the outside.
Nick grabbed her arm and pulled in her. He struggled under her weight, but pulled himself and Jilly into the cabin.
The troop bay's doors closed and the cabin pressurized. Jilly closed her nose nostrils and breathed through her nose. Her ears popped, and she sighed.
"Welcome aboard!" Kyp's young, but cool and strong sounding voice yelled from the cockpit as Kyp piloted the small Pelican almost like it moved with his hand motions.
"Jilly, Commodore Gallagher wants to de-brief the mission"
Jillybean sighed as she sat down on one of the seats. She rolled her eyes as she relaxed her back muscles.
"Another day in the life of a SPECTRE..."
.4608 Light-years away from Sol
"I think I'm in love with you." HoZ quietly said to Jillybean, the lunch room loud enough for no-one besides Jilly and HoZ could listen in on their conversation.
"No your not." Jillybean told HoZ as HoZ, the young man, laughed. HoZ sighed and looked over to Wolf.
"So...I hear we're getting a new recruit today. You're the Team Leader, tell us who."
"I'm not at liberty to tell you guys..." Wolf calmly replied, the others just staring at him. HoZ, the joker, pointed to his blinking eyes.
"Bambi eyes, Wolf. Bambi eyes..."
"Damn you guys. Alright, I'll tell you. He's Halo Fan."
"Halo Fan? The guy who survived thirty plasma blasts to the chest?"
"And a little lower, I might add." Jilly added, with a smirk across her face. Nick gave out a small chuckle while MCC seemed to be holding in laughter, a site that Wolf half sighed and laughed.
"But, before the 'plasma' injuries, he was well known as the man who survived the planet bombardment of Aerates V, and the man who survived two pistol shots to the pelvis. . ."
"I don't think it was the pelvis, but it did start with the letter p...." Jilly added as Nick and MCC bursted into giggles, while Wolf allowed himself a chuckle at that.
Suddenly, the lunch room went quiet as a tall man entered the room. His left side of his face was basically scars, but it didn't hide his handsome figure. Not exactly muscular, but did have some shoulder muscles. His BDU seemed to fit him perfectly as he sat down next to MCC.
"Who are you?" Asked MCC as he stared at the scars. Nick dropped his spoon on his lunch as the man turned to face MCC.
"Halo Fan, at your service."
"You're Halo Fan?"
"Yep." He replied as he set down his dress hat. His hair seemed to be perfectly groomed and his stature resembled a UNSC ODST, green of course.
"I also heard the pelvis jokes, Lance Corporal Jillybean." He said, which was about the same time that everyone noticed his Colonel stripes. Jilly blushed.
"Don't worry, I get those all the time." He said, his face letting out a small smile as Wolf tapped Nick's shoulder.
"Show them the Arckangel." He said, bringing himself up, dropping his food tray in the trash next to the table.
"Uh, no. You'll get the briefing." Said a powerful and old voice across the lunch hall. Everyone inside the lunch stood at attention.
"Officer on deck!" Yelled Wolf and Halo Fan at the same time, everyone else just stood at attention.
Commodore Robert Lee Gallagher, commanding officer of the SPECTRE units and the Second and Twelfth fleets. A man of many accomplishments, he was only few who was the members of the SPARTAN-I program. He was tall and muscular, his left shoulder and his entire arm supplanted with a bionic arm replacement. It was made with Heavy Cruiser metal, but you couldn't see due to skin replacements.
He saluted lightly, then the rest of the lunch hall, a good five hundred people, saluted in unison back at the Commodore.
"At ease, ladies." He said, the entire lunch hall let down their right arm to their sides then stood at ease, but still waiting for Gallagher's orders.
"As of oh-eight hundred hours, you all are under my command, and I don't keep secrets from my men." He started, his voice strong and commanding, something that put fear into most men, he even scared Ackerson once with his voice. He was also a contender among ONI, something that Ackerson didn't really like, but something that Lord Hood loved about him.
"Two days ago, a elite Covenant commando transport ship docked with the Frank Sinatra, and took over the ship in a matter of minutes. They haven't cracked the codes to get to the Mainframe, but they will. They can't know the location of the other Haloes, they just can't. The colonies there are defended, but not against a Covenant Battle Fleet. SPECTRE Group A, follow me. The rest of you, get dressed and get ready. War is coming, and we're the frontline. Dismissed." He said, the rest of the Lunch Hall yelling out a loud and powerful"Semper Fi!"
"Semper Fi Marines...."
Jillybean silently waited in her seat, the ship steadily rocking along with the engine movement. Her S2 was placed upward towards, the butt of her rifle placed on her left thigh. HoZ and Wolf looked over the rest of the Marines along with SPECTRE. MCC and Nick were in the cockpit of the Arckangel, helping Sterfrye pilot the Arckangel.
The Arckangel is an enlarged Pelican, it's troop bay can now hold twenty five soldiers, and it's cockpit holds five people. Two pilots, one Crew Chief, and two Automatic Gunners fly the ship while the Troops wait.
Mark Leiberg silently readied his own sniper rifle, a S3 4M .70 Cal Sniper Rifle, one of the better rifles made for the SPECTRE units. It was like a cross between a sniper rifle and a cannon, due to it's extreme range and firepower. Jillybean preferred the S2 due to speed and weight.
Commodore Gallagher stood up, right between the doorway to the cockpit and to the troop bay.
"You are about to begin the greatest moment of your life, gentlemen. The Covenant have lost hundreds of aircraft and tanks to us, and we are finally turning the tide. The enemy's brutalized hordes are now advancing towards Earth over mountains of their own dead bodies! Our lives, our nation, our great Human race, have given us the task not to let the enemy reach the Solar System, and to defend the planet Earth! Forward against the enemy! Up to the un-remitting battle, for our comrades, for our own lives!" He yelled, the rest of the troops inside yelled also.
"Not one step back, gentlemen!" He said, the rest of the men yelling and screaming. Two Marines tried to activate their own escape system, afraid of the battle ahead. Commodore Gallagher unstrapped his M6C pistol and fired four shots, two bullets each into those Marines.
" Cowards and traitors will be shot!" He yelled, the troop bay dying down. Gallagher noticed this, and continued his speech.
"Do not count days, do not count miles, count only the number of Covenants you have killed!" He yelled, finally getting the screams and yells back from the troops.
"Kill the Covenant, this is your mother's prayer!" He yelled, most of the men raising their fists and screaming out.
" Kill the Covenant, this is the cry of your Human Earth!" He yelled, the rest of the troop bay yelling. The Arckangel set down in the launch bay of the Frank Sinatra, a loud Thump! was heard.
"Do not waver! Do not let up! Kill! Death to the Covenant invaders!"
Another Arckangel landed in the launch bay of the Frank Sinatra, and more men jumped out. Marl and Wiley K. ran out first, setting up defensive positions around the Arckangel. The rest of the Marines ran out of the troop bay, firing away with their MA5Bs and their BR55s, enough firepower to cut away most of the enemy resistance inside the bay.
Mark Leiberg silently took aim at one of the exit doors, leading out of the launch bay. He fired away, the slug seen from even the rest of the Marines. The slug tore through the thinly armored doors and exploded, a large hole from where the doors and at least nine feet of the wall from every side used to be.
"Go Marines! Do not waver! Forwaaarrrrddd!" Gallagher yelling, pointing towards the hole. Wolf raised his arm and got his team attention, then ran forward, the strike team of Marines and SPECTRE most certainly caught the rest of the Covenant off-guard.
Wolf and his SPECTRE units had a different objective than the Marines, and took a left at the corridor, or what was left due to Mark's "explosive" shot. Wolf stopped the squad from continuing down the corridor, and then called Jillybean up.
"Jilly, you're our best spotter. What do you see?" He asked, sure to get a answer. Jilly seemed to be thinking as she looked, searching for his answer.
Jilly was one of ONI's best projects, AEE, Advanced Eye Enhancement, and was one of the best spotters in the entire UNSC.
"I see two Brutes, one Drone, and three Jackals." She said, quiet and silent. CoLd tapped Jilly on the shoulder.
"Be careful, it's not safe."
"Yes. Commander CoLd bLoOdEd to you, Colonel." He said, Wolf speechless. CoLd was the Executive Officer for SPECTRE, and was Gallagher's aide.
"Wolf, what's the situation?" CoLd asked, waiting for a response. Wolf thought for a minute, than explained.
"Commodore Gallagher has given me orders to get you out of here."
"Gallagher is planning to destroy the ship. The Marines are already on here, and the Covenant have signed their death wish. You are out...of...HERE!"
Wolf sighed, and motioned his men to follow him as
they left the hallway. CoLd smiled with satisfaction as they left the hallway.
The launch bay had one Arckangel left in there, the modified Pelican just barely able to hold all the SPECTREs.
Suddenly, Jilly felt a slight pain in the back of her head. She knew something was about to happen, and she didn't like it.
Twelve Brutes repelled from the ceiling, firing plasma blasts against the humans. Jilly was struck in the back by one, but she didn't black out.
CoLd picked her up by the waist, screaming out something but Jilly couldn't hear it, her ears tuning out everything except a dull ringing, enough for her to hurt her. It hurt her so bad, she slip into a state of lala before she felt about to puke. But, before she could, she went into blackness......
UNSC HEAVY CRUISER
GAMMA TWELVE SYSTEM
52 Light-years from Sol
Jillybean slowly awoke, confused and in wonder. She looked down to see her BDU, when she noticed that she was in her civilian clothes.
"Good morning, beautiful." Said a voice in the corner of the room. Jilly then realized that she was in her own room, on the Lusitania.
Jilly smiled at that, then relaxed herself. She laid back down on her bed, then closed her eyes.
"You know CoLd saved you, right?"
"He did?" Jilly asked, having no recollection after when she was shot in the back. HoZ nodded up and down.
"I'll tell you the story later. Get some sleep." He said, with a smile as he exited the room, Jilly alone.
Jilly leaned her head back and closed her eyes, slowly muttering seven words softly, so only she heard.
"Another day in the life of a SPECTRE...."
TO BE CONTINUED
SPECTRE: ONI's Answer To The Spartan Program: Chapter 1, Part 1
Date: 25 February 2005, 3:31 PM
AN: I have made date changes, and another backstory. Enjoy.
(Former New York State)
Earth, Sol System
July 26nd, 2621
Two Months After The End of The Covenant Wars
Donald Feathertop dropped his duffel bag on the front porch, the house in front of him was painted a dull white color with green trimmings. He adjusted his uniform and breathed out a small gasp of air, then bent down and grabbed the key under a pot. He stuck it inside the key hole and turned it, the click of the key opening the door was heard as Don pulled back the door, picking up his duffel bag off the ground.
He wanted to surprised his wife, if at all she was home. Don was one of the few UNSC Marines who joined without being drafted. He was considered suicidal because of it, but Donald had one thing in his head when he joined, Liberty. He walked up the stairs and entered the upper hallway. Five doors were there up in the hallway. Three bedrooms, one bathroom, and a closet. He entered the closest door, his and his wife bedroom.
He silently entered the room and dropped his duffel bag on the floor. He took off his uniform shirt and dropped it to the ground next to his duffel bag as his wife awoke.
"Who the hell are you?!" She half yelled, half whispered to Don. Donald smiled as he let off a funny looking grin, sort of like a inside joke between the two of them. Linda, his wife, titled her head as she saw this.
"Don?......Don, is that you?" She asked, her eyes the bluest they ever been. Don nodded, a soft tone of happiness in his voice.
"Yes Linda, I'm home."
SPECTRE: Chapter 1: Donald Feathertop and The SEALS: Part 1
Don opened his eyes, then quickly closed them as light flooded the room. He got up and opened his eyes, eyeing the clock on the desk in the corner of the room. Seven Hundred Hours, huh? Jeez, I keep forgetting this is civilian life..... Don thought to himself as he sat on the bed, realizing that Linda wasn't awake yet. Don didn't mine actually, he got grown to the silence. He got up and opened the closet in his room, got his old civilian clothes, and got dressed.
He walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen. He stopped and remember all the subtle ways he used to live with his wife and children. He sat down in a stool in front of the counter and picked up a newspaper. He chuckled as he read the headline. "MASTER CHIEF ACCUSED OF KILLING PRIVATES" and realized that the newspaper was one of those fake newspapers, like "World Weekly News" or "The National Examiner". He put it down and got up, heading for the bread cupboard. He took out a piece of sliced bread and popped it in the toaster.
His kids came running down the stairs, ready to have Mom cook them breakfast. Chris, Don's little boy, was fourteen and wanted to join the United Nations Space Command when he grew older. Alex, Don's little daughter, was sixteen and looking into private spacelining. Basically, driving space cruise ships.
"Dad?!" Yelled Alex as she dropped her shoes on the kitchen floor. Don put on his glasses and read the real newspaper, only saying "You better pick those up, else your Mom will have my ass."
"Dad!" They both yelled as they ran over to him and hugged him. Don dropped the newspaper and hugged them back, himself feeling two pairs of tears rolling down his shirt. He tugged harder as his kids hugged tighter.
"Uh...Dad....I can't breathe." Chris said as Don realized that himself. He let go as the toaster popped the burnt piece of bread up. He looked at his watch and realized that he was about to be late for his new job.
"I gotta go, I'll see you later." He said as he grabbed his glasses and ran out of the house. He jumped into the M12LRV Civilian Version "Warthog", turned it on, and backed out of his driveway and into the street...
Cruiser "United States"
Aerates Prime, Aerates V System
July 26nd, 2621
Two Months After The Covenant Wars
7:12 pm, Pacific Time Zone
Lord Hood slammed his fist onto his desk, pieces of wood crumbling under his swift strike. He seemed to be trying to slow his breathing down as his face got redder by the couple of seconds. The man standing in front of him, Commodore Gallagher, kept his stance as Lord Hood began his screaming match again.
"Why did you do that?! Without the god damn High Echelon's approval either! You're so lucky that we and the Covenants are tired of fighting, and that Prophet just happened....just happened....to be the Council Leader also. God damn Gallagher, what were you thinking?" Hood yelled as he glared into Gallagher's eyes.
"Truthfully, sir, I was only thinking in mankind's best interest. Besides, it gave me two good reasons. One, because I wanted to be one of the few men in a history book that will be remembered all the way down history. And second, well I really wanted to see Ackerson's face when he finds out that his little black op scheme will be in violation.....sir."
Lord seemed to form a grin on his face, but was interrupted when a buzzing was heard, the sound of the intercom.
"What?!" He yelled into the intercom, his finger almost breaking the button.
"Sir, a soldier wants to see you," There was a soft mutter, then the secretary spoke again, her voice sounded with excitement.
"John 117, sir."
"Send the bastard in!" Hood yelled at the top of his lungs as Gallagher, ever understanding, moved away from the door and was only given a second of silence until the door opened fast, carefully though. Who stepped in wasn't what either of them expected. True, they never really seen the face of John 117, but they at least expected him to be a little less.......handsome.
John 117 had this figure of a Adonis, his hazelnut hair glistened in the light of Hood's office. Gallagher didn't look at him, he only kept his stance. John stood at attention, his Naval uniform cut and crisp. In with him came Master Chiefs Fred and Linda, both former Spartans and new last names inside of their number designations.
"Excuse me if I pardon our introductions, but I've got a serious problem on our hands. ONI has been messing with some hybrid-creatures. I've just intercepted communiques from Chief Robert Gallagh.....no, not your brother, James." John said to the worried Commodore standing next to him.
"Gallagher has told us that Operation Prometheus has gone badly, and we also have a mad case of AI corrupt syndrom. Heinrich, advanced Weapons Software ID Forty Two AI, has data corruption. Apparently, it took control of Gallagher's robotic arm and gain control of him. He tried to kill ONI Mercenary turned Agent Adrian Tillian. Rex Renyolds has already infiltrated the area. The Excelsior and the Freedom Heavy Battlecruisers are already in route to New Alexandra, but we've hit a snag." Fred Lancaster told Hood and Gallagher.
"The Covenant in that area are members of the "Prophet's Arm", a band of rebels from all of the Covenant races. They engaged the Second Defense Fleet there and decimated them. Only one ship survived on the Covenant side, but it had to land planet-side. Over fifty pods landed on the planet, and we are doing orbital scans from the ONI Prowler "HEL Lancaster", but they only found the largest amount of troops near or in the ONI Science Center, which also is a ancient Forerunner building." Linda Meyers finished.
"Alright, but who's gonna fill in this operation for us? No serviceman or officer is." Commodore James Frances Gallagher asked.
"Only one person. A ex-Navy SEALS Operative. Specialist with Covenant Equipment and marksman with all weapons. Required Demolitions status after Basic Weapons Training. He is also ready to risk his life above his men."
"Who is he?" Asked Hood as he twilled with a pencil in his index finger and his middle finger, wondering.
"A ex-Colonel named Donald Feathertop."
High Marshal Kuala ' Kliuanmee seemed like he was a disgraced Elite among their caste, his name and family dishonored. He was one of the only Elites who sided with the Brutes in the beginning, and became a friend with them, including the new Brute Commander, Elysian. Elysian was a soft but smart and tactical Brute, who was responsible for the attack on Reach.
Kuala stood next to Elysian during a peculiar briefing, which involved the new Brutes to be entered into the Covenant. They seemed eager and such, but when they entered the briefing room on the ship "Wave of Death"; which recently crashed on the surface of New Alexandria, they were quiet and weary because their leader stood next to a warrior of disgraced honor, who could be a spy.
"Welcome, my brothers. I am Elysian, High Judicature of the Covenant. Here is how you are going to perform in our glorious Covenant. We..."
"Bah! I will not serve with a Elite! He is a disgraced warrior, nothing compared to our Brutes! He is nothing to me!"
"Maybe you should face him in combat, see how good he really is, Brute." Elysian replied to this new Brute. He growled in agreement as the rest of the Brutes made a big enough circle for them to battle. Elysian nodded, and as soon as Kuala saw this, he broke into a run. Not towards the Brute, but to a wall. He jumped up and pushed himself off the wall, turned in mid-air so he was facing the Brute as he flew towards him like a bullet.
The Elite waited for himself to get closer as he flew. The Brute didn't really know what to do, except try to get out of the way. Kuala landed a few feet away from the Brute. In one quick motion, he took out his Energy Sword and activated it when it was directly in the Brute's face. The sword easily cut through the Brute's head skin and into the brain. It pasted into the back of the head and into the space behind the Brute. Kuala de-activated his sword; the Brute's body slammed on the ground and spasm on the floor.
The Brutes, unlike them, backed away from the blood-soaked Elite, who's own armor a dark purple. He stuffed the sword handle into his combat pouch and stood tall. He walked back over to Elysian's side and slouched down. He seemed taller than the other Elites that Elysian has fought with, and Elysian always respected him for two reasons. One, because he was tall; two, because he stuck by his friend's side even before the Withdrawal Of The Elites.
"Well down, my friend."
"I only serve, my leader. I will never fight against you."
Jillybean and Wolf quietly waited in a small room, their smokes the only other light besides the wall lights barely hanging from the ceiling. Wolf took one last puff, and stuck the butt into a ashtray; rubbing it into the glass surface and burning it out. Finally, a Section IV briefer walked out of a door and entered. He stood in front of the blackboard and got the others attention.
"Good morning. Your mission, SPECTRES, was chosen by Commodore Gallagher and Lord Hood personally picked you to lead the mission. You are going to enter a compound near New Alexandria, it's a ONI Complex, so be prepared for anything. You are going to kill a Brute by the name of Elysian, the new Judicature for the Covenant Empire. He must be killed. Of course you will be helped on this mission, also. Three men from the Navy SPARTAN equalize project, the SEALS. Sea, land, Air, and Space.
"Also, you are three objectives. One, to exterminate that Brute. Two, to rescue civilians being readied for being eaten. And Three, to rescue a Elite who is feeding us information. His name is Kuala ' Kliuanmee, a very respected Elite among their caste. Good luck, gentlemen. Now go!"
TO BE CONTINUED
SPECTRE: Chapter 1: Donald Feathertop and The SEALS: Part two
Date: 27 February 2005, 10:15 PM
SPECTRE: Chapter 1: Donald Feathertop and The SEALS: Part two
Omega Otaria V System
25.3896739 Light-years away from Sol
2:04am, Pacific Time
The Pelican slowly turned through the dark sky, the clouds enveloping the Pelican then spitting it out like chewing tobacco. It flew around, silent as the night yet majestic like a bird. Of course, it is only a piece of metal, and shouldn't be treated with poetic license, but it is a faithful bird, at least to the eyes of Wraith.
Team Leader Dimitri Wolf rubbed his hand through his hair, but the rest of the team slept through the voyage, all except him and Jillybean. Jilly brushed off Ark Night off her shoulder and smacked his helmet, waking him up from his slumber. Wolf slightly smiled, then began to try to get his own little rest.
MCC, the team's stealth expert, awoke himself as he shook his head. He checked his outfit as he realized he didn't lose anything, and he took off his helmet. Nick Kang, a extremely powerful close range expert, got up and walked to the cockpit of the Pelican.
"Hey Wraith, how far are we to the ground site? I mean, something might of happened, and if Gallagher finds out his cousin was killed, he'll have to send a..."
"I know, I know! Shut up! We're almost there, get everyone to pull their lines." Wraith replied to Nick's remark. Nick nodded, and walked to the cabin.
"Alright! Wraith says we're close, but it seems he wants us to do a HALO jump. Alright, everyone attached?" grunts of confirmation was heard. "...Alright, get ready."
A green light activated, and everyone got up. CCR's "Stuck In Lodi" played as the SPECTRES jumped out of the Pelican. Jilly was the last, her jump a little less than crap as she tripped at the last second and sent into a continuous roll out of the Pelican....
She awoke on the grass, the night sky covering her position. She was moving, but it was like a hover over the grass, it just didn't seem right to her. She tried to move to her right, but couldn't. She looked down her body and noticed she was secured in by plasma cuffs on a hover-strecher. She looked to her right and left to noticed that she was being driven by two Elites, but they seemed like rebels from the their own caste. It seemed they sided with the Brutes, by the looks of their symbols on their armor.
"Look Oana! The human female is awake! Elysian shall..." At this moment, Jilly didn't care what they were saying. She only concentrated on one thing, that name one of the Elites spoke. Elysian....Elysian....where have I.....Oh! Mission objective! Yeah.... Her mind blinked as she realized this must of been Kuala's work, or the Elites took orders from Elysian. Either way, she was coming closer to her target.
She blacked out again, this time it seemed like forever....
Wolf, BlasTech, MCC, and Caleb the Jackal were on light recon, their footsteps silent and their weapons deadly. Colonel Dimitri Wolf's blondish hair was let down into a light shag as he carried a Silenced BR55. Lieutenant Colonel BlasTech carried a Support Man's modified Shotgun. This shotgun was painted Woodland Camouflage and have a small scope, along with specially made 7.62 rounds for the Shotgun, turning it into a short Shotgun/Rifle.
Air Force Lieutenant Colonel MCC served in the Air Force's Spec Ops program, and was dressed in a black jump-suit, reminiscent of Sam Fisher. He carried a BR55 himself, but it was not silenced. Instead, it had a longer barrel and he had it remove some of it's mechanical workings and replaced them with electronic components, turning it into a quiet gun of death without muzzle flash.
Air Force Major Caleb the Jackal was carrying a MAC6, a variation of the MA57. It had a silencer, longer clip and a longer barrel. It was added a Bulldog 245643-00 Laser Scope, along with a M903 Grenade Launcher. Some of the SPECTRES called it a "Boom Rifle" while others just laughed at how many stuff was added to it.
Suddenly, Wolf raised his arm in a fist, a sign for "Hold Position" while he got on his left knee, his weapon resting on his leg as Wolf checked his G.P.S. Device. He saw three red dots heading for his position. He made a couple of hand signals to Caleb; Caleb nodded and took aim with his MAC6.
Two Grunts and a Jackal walked along a trail, their weapons kept at their side as they walked. Caleb smiled as he turned on the laser scope. A small red dot appeared on the Jackal's head, but he and the Grunts didn't noticed. Caleb pulled the trigger, a small splash of blood hit the Jackal's face. The Jackal flipped in the air and landed on it's stomach, dead. The bullet found his target.
The Grunts panicked, running around in circles and running back the way they came. Two silenced shots later, and both were dead.
"Come on, men. Let's go, we gotta find our SPECTRE teammates!"
Jilly awoke, this time without cuffs and a cell. A old human one, it looked like. Bars and a small holder for the key. Jilly got up and placed her hands around the bars, then she violently shook them. A Elite guarding the cell walked up, opened it, and with his four finger hand, punched her in the face. Jilly collapsed on the floor, her energy drained. For the love of her life, she didn't know why.
The Elite got on his knees and repeated to punch her in her stomach. "There are more worse ways I could do to you!" The Elite said in English as it walked out and closed the door, locking it and scuffling the key into one of it's armor pockets. Jilly laid on the floor, her mouth bloodly. She spat out and yelled "Next time, you alien bastard!"
"Jilly? Commander Jillybean, is that you?" Said a voice. Jilly winced at the voice, she knew who it exactly belonged to. She thought for a second. No....it can't be him....no, no, no! She yelled in her head. The voice belonged to Colonel William Tanner, a member of 4th Marine Recon. He had one special quality with Jilly, though. He was her husband!
Donald Feathertop moved with the jungle, acted like it was his own skin. He walked when he had to, and kept still when he wanted to. His weapon, a S2 AM, was securely placed on his back as he carried his M6C pistol in his left hand. He stood still, his camouflage perfectly blending in with the tree. Three Grunts walked right past him as he stood still. He waited until the last one pasted him, then he took the last Grunt's methane gas breather and ripped it off, then covered the Grunt's mouth. The Grunt tried to scream, but couldn't due to Donald's hand. The Grunt died a horrible death before it could even scream.
Feathertop picked up the Grunt's Plasma Rifle, then walked down the path a bit more before he saw a squad of Marines. But they used strange body armor and used Special Forces Weapons. He only had one choice. He grabbed a small box, the size of a toe-clicker, and clicked it twice. One of the Marines grabbed a clicker and clicked four times. Donald knew they were Special Forces right there, they used the Spec Ops Clicker.
He got out, and was surprised at what exactly he saw. He saw members of SPECTRE, a elite organization of ONI. He waved, trying to get the team leader's attention....
Jilly silently laid on her bed as she tried to forget she was in a prison. She tried to pull in some happy memories from the deepest part of her brain. The first time she drove a car...the first time she used her dad's gun to go hunting with him, and the time when she was married...these memories somehow managed to put a smile on the face of Jilly as she laid down.
She then saw two Elites head straight for her cell. One of them, instead of opening it, crushed the hinges, while the other grabbed Jilly by her legs. She tried to get away, but the Elite just held tighter. She was thrown into a room, where a human-made wooden chair was just sitting there. She was grabbed and forced on the chair. A Brute was standing in front of the chair, his back turned.
"Well human, looks like you will answer my questions...." The Brute, Elysian, said. Jilly spat in his presence, and didn't answer. Elysian smiled again, then let out a laugh. He creped his face really close to Jilly's.
"My Elites need some....services. If you don't answer, then I will...heh..."
"Do your worse, traitor!" Jilly retorted. That suck a stab in the Brute's mind. He was a traitor in the Prophets' and Elites' mind. He looked angry as he left the room. The two Elites formed a grin.
"No....no, please don't...."
The rest of the night was followed by screams from Jilly. The compound was kept up from the Elites and the young Commander. But meanwhile, something else was happening....
Above The Planet..
"...And let them sweep the killzone?! That's insanity!" Hood yelled from his flagship, the UNSC Victory as it fired its MAC cannons at the Brute Ships. Another voice, Donald Feathertop, boomed.
"Well, your little Spec Ops unit is going to get killed. A huge army is advancing upon us. If you don't get one of those ships up there to fire on the approaching enemy, we will die along with the data. Do you want that, Admiral Hood?" Donald's voice crackled on the radio.
"Alright....send the Excelsior....but if you screw this up, Don..."
"I know, it's my ass..."