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Encampment - Part 1 - Scouting
Date: 27 February 2005, 8:16 PM
Master Chief, SPARTAN-117 raised his head, scanning, waiting. He checked the motion sensor in his heads up display.
Nothing.
He slowly pushed himself up from his scouting position, still as ready to pounce as a cat watching a bird.
One movement, anything, a slight rustle of leaves, he was waiting for his reason to unleash his anger.
Losing a fellow SPARTAN in an ambush was not something the Master Chief was going to take lightly.
Only years of military training from the age of six kept his control in check.
He knew anger and vengeance were both very dangerous emotions. He had seen many marines killed trying to avenge their fallen comrades.
It rarely ended well.
He checked his Battle Rifle, to make sure it had not been damaged in the frantic escape. The Chief was not usually the type of soldier to run. But even augmented physically and mentally as he was, even he could not take out an entire encampment of Elites and Brutes. Only three SPARTANS remained, not including himself.
Antonia, Grace, Dean and the Master Chief were Blue Team.
They had been transported to this plant on a Pelican dropship. Admiral Hoom had given the Master Chief specific orders to scout the covenant encampment, not carry out an assault.
The Master Chief had suggested destroying the alien encampment, and he very much wanted to do so, but he would never disobey his superiors.
He opened a COM channel to Grace,
"Clear." was all he said. She replied the same word.
The Chief waited thirty seconds and looked to his right, there lay the three remaining on Blue Team.
That was the way the SPARTANS had been trained, to make sure they were never heard or seen.
Antonia, Blue Three, crawled forward and out of sight, silently.
The Chief and the other two waited for the Blue wink of the light in their heads up displays.
The light winked on, then back off again.
The Chief crawled slowly forward, careful where he placed his hands, making sure that he did not disturb any of the foliage around him.
He didnt want to leave any tracks for the covenant to follow.
He crawled up next to Blue Three.
She used a series of hand gestures to say what was up ahead.
The Encampment.
"What do want to do?" she asked
"My job" the Chief replied.
He pushed himself into a low crouch to peer over the top of the thistle bush in front of him.
He zoomed in through his heads up display.
Tents filled the once open space, big, white, hexagonal shaped tents. He spotted thousands of Elites and hundreds of Brutes.
The Chief decided that this Encampment should not be allowed to remain.
There was nothing he could do about it though...
"Sir?" it was Blue Two, Dean.
"I do not think that this encampment is here for no reason. In fact I think something is going to happen that we may not be able to stop."
Blue Three cocked her head to one side quizzically.
"We should circle the Encampment," the Chief said "Blue Three and I will circle the encampment in a clockwise, Blue Two and Four, you will take a counter clockwise rotation. Move out."
"Yes Sir!" they replied and immediately set off to their task. The Master Chief did not waste time standing around, he began to circle the enemy encampment at a quick pace.
Twenty minutes they circled, without a hitch. Moving closer for a better look, staying back because of an alien sentry.
The Chief rounded the next big oak tree and stopped in his tracks.
"Down" he said, across the COM.
A dozen brutes and double that number of Elites dressed in gold marched through a stand of trees with a purpose. They were too intent with where they were going to notice the two SPARTANS sprawled out behind a nearby bush. The aliens did not even speak with each other.
The aliens moved in a direction that would take them to the heart of the encampment.
"I'd like to find out where they were going." Blue Three said.
"Yes..." the Master Chief mused.
He could not decide whether or not he should sneak into the enemy encampment, and risk being seen or whether to continue his scouting.
"Master Chief to Blue Two and Blue Four," he said over the COM.
"Blue Two here, sir" came Deans voice.
"Meet at my location"
"Yes, sir"
"Were going to scout the alien encampment."
Encampment - Part 2 - The Covenant Plan
Date: 7 March 2005, 12:03 PM
The Master Chief waited until Blue Two and Four returned from their scouting task. The Chief and his team had been scouting around the outside of the Covenant Encampment. But the he and Blue Three had spotted a lot of Brutes and Elites dressed in gold.
He wanted to know where they were going. It wasn't often you saw an Elite dressed in gold. It was even rarer to see a brute dressed in gold.
"Blue Two reporting, sir" the Master Chief turned around to see Blue Two and Four both standing there facing him.
The Chief filled the pair of them in on what he had just seen.
"So what do you want to do, sir?" Blue Four asked.
"We are going in." he said "but we are going in undetected. The Admirals orders were to not attack the Encampment. So we are not going to, we are going to find out what they are doing in there. What did you find?" he added the question remembering that they had been scouting aswell.
"Well, sir," blue four hesitated "digging equipment sir, just like on Reach. Only, this digging equipment outsizes the one on reach tenfold. That must be why there are so many covenant. Some of the smaller machines are the size of our Longsword Interceptors."
The Master Chief pondered this new information. Digging Equipment. There must be something underneath their feet that the Covenant wanted so badly. The Master Chief was going to do everything he could to make sure that they didn't get what they wanted.
He opened a channel to Admiral Hoom at Alpha Camp.
"Admiral Hoom, Sir. This is the Master Chief, SPARTAN-117, we have a problem out here sir." he said.
"Go on." came the Admirals rough voice.
"Well, the Covenant have a lot of digging equipment. It looks like they are going to start digging soon, because there is a lot of activity in the Encampment."
There was no reply.
"Orders, sir?" the Chief asked
"I want you to get inside that Encampment, unseen, unheard, and I want you to find out when and where they are going to dig. It would also be extremely useful to know what they are digging for." Admiral Hoom said
"Yes, sir" the Chief replied and closed the COM.
The Chief turned to face his team.
"Check your equipment, we may need to use it if things go sour. Do your best to make sure that you are not detected. We should stay a few meters away from each other to reduce the chances of being caught. If you are seen, you must run. Do not stay to fight, that would be foolish. Lets move out."
Da'aremee checked his plasma rifle, it was still a little warm from being used. He still could not had not found the other humans dressed in special armour.
He had, however managed to kill one of them. The on he had killed had made an attempt to run like the rest of them, but Da'aremee's superior intellect had been the Human's downfall. He had managed to throw a Plasma Grenade, which stuck to the Human's special armour. Da'aremee had hidden behind the bush and waited for the Human to run past before sticking the grenade.
He had been criticised about what he had done however, because the Prophets wanted the special armour intact. But the resulting explosion from the grenade had blown the Human into a million particles.
His task now was to find the remaining four Humans and their special armour.
There had been many arguments in the council, as to whether the Humans in special armour had superior combat skills to the Elites. Some argued that the Elites had managed to kill five of the Humans in special armour, ever. Whereas the Humans in special armour had annihilated hundreds of thousands of Elites and almost that number of Brutes.
That frightning statistic had been added to the Records of the Council.
It seemed that hunting four of them with his team of eight was downright suicidal, at the very least.
But nothing scared Da'aremee, he had always been the ruthless one.
But he served the Prophets, and there was no greater honour.
He looked down at the ground trying to find some tracks, something, anything to lead him along the path of the Humans in special armour.
It seemed that they had exceptional skills in covering up their tracks, or perhaps not even leaving any.
He studied the nearest bushes and trees, looking for a snapped twig. But to find nothing was no longer a surprise.
But he would find them.
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