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Unsung Heroes by The Darkness
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Guardian of Hell Part I
Date: 1 June 2006, 12:30 pm
"Let's just leave him in a cell with these other heretics…" Disoriented from an Elite-riding two story drop, the prisoner slowly came back into consciousness. He was being dragged down a long corridor, illuminated by a familiar pale purple light. The Elites who were carrying him really didn't care too much for humans, and by the time his vision came back into focus he realized that he was staring at them, this was not good for him. As a result of his staring they threw him against the nearest wall and shouted profanities at him in some crazy language he couldn't understand. Still disoriented from his previous battle, he sat down on the cold floor and began to recall how he exactly came to this misfortune.
Michael Cerberus had been training himself to be a mercenary. He had been spending spare time researching information on weapons, explosives, and hand to hand combat for several years. All the while keeping his job as a computer technician for a major software company (which he himself electronically destroyed in order to test his skills), learning the ins and outs of computer systems and figuring out new ways to reformat complex systems. Also renting different firearms and taking them all to the ranges, perfecting his marksmanship and reload time. All this preparation seemed, for a brief moment, to all go to waste.
This future hero of innocents had been living on one of the newer outreach colonies near Mars for the majority of his life; he was forced to move there as a young adult and he always despised this. He had always wanted to get off the floating ant farm and leave it as a cloud of rubble orbiting Mars. He knew he couldn't just up and carry this out, that's when he decided to train himself as a mercenary and disappear from the world. This plan as well as the training leading up to it was all redirected when during an office fire, a filing cabinet fell on top of him, trapping him in the burning building. This fire was a result of stray arms fire when covenant launched its preemptive strike on earth. He was fortunately saved by one of the militaries super-soldiers that happened upon the scene, a Spartan. It was at that point he decided that if he was going to get paid to kill, he might as well kill covenant troops, and exact revenge for himself.
So he continued his training, always in secret and with a few modifications to the criteria to suit his new objective targets. He became an extremely good assassin, but unfortunately humans were still paying cheap money to have each other killed rather than looking for the next "dragon slayer" to roll into town and cough up big credits to have their problem exterminated. Also people just deluded themselves by saying the military had everything under enough control. About a week or two later, a lone covenant scout ship would land on their station and slaughter them all.
This went on for several weeks, until he just got tired of asking for jobs that weren't being offered for money that no one had. He decided to defend the stations from the covenant borders and receive payment afterwards. This plan of his was foolproof. He could easily round up a few strong civilians to put up a resistance and distract any covies that boarded while he snuck onto their boarding craft, strategically placed explosives, and destroyed them from the inside out. After he became a local hero and his name renowned, he decided to migrate to a bigger score than any ever thought of, a covenant capital ship. Maybe not the wisest target of choice, but he was doing it for free, might as well be big; and as it turns out, he enjoyed the fighting more than the money.
He took only one civilian with him to look after his transport ship (which was courtesy of the colony), and enough explosives to level Nevada. The transport was so small that a capital ship wouldn't even bother scanning it for munitions, it was a little cramped but that was a small price to pay for discretion. Suddenly a transport Phantom launched from the capitol ship, Michael was afraid this might happen, they were sending a smaller ship to brush off the human fly. Although he didn't believe they had scanned them, he figured they at least suspected smuggling troops or supplies. But instead of opening fire upon the tiny vessel, a comm. request beeped on the console. He had his extra person answer the call, "State your business for being here humans." a deep voice rang out on the radio. "We have important information on the human resistances defenses," this guy was thinking on his feet, they now have a reason for boarding the ship without hassle, but would they believe it?
The Guardian of Hell Part II
Date: 7 June 2006, 1:29 pm
They slowly approached a capitol ship that was not three parsecs out of jump when a transport Phantom launched from it, Michael was afraid this might happen. They were sending a small yet capable ship to crush the human fly, and although he didn't believe they had scanned them, he figured they at least suspected the smuggling of troops or supplies. But instead of opening fire upon the tiny vessel, a comm. request beeped on the newly installed covenant console. Apparently, they detected its radio frequency from the capitol ship. He had his helper answer the call, "State your business for being here humans." a cruel deep voice rang out on the radio. "We have important information on the human resistances defenses," replied his helper. This guy was thinking on his feet, thought Michael, now they at least have a reason for boarding the ship without hassle, but would they believe it?
"I will take this so-called information back to our ship, you will receive payment for it later" said the ships commander, "refuse to hand it over, and you will be destroyed, run and you will be destroyed. If your information is false, you will be destroyed. Am I understood?" "Yeah, sure," said Michael's second man, his voice was distraught and uneasy and the voice on the comm. chuckled, amused at the sound of it. Michael invited the impending doom, he craved it, almost as much as he had craved the destruction of his home colony and it made him stronger.
Suddenly, a series of conformation beeps alerted Michael to his second's activity. He was actually sending some kind of information to the other ship, but he couldn't tell what it was. When he leaned in to see what sort of information was being passed he realized his second was sweating, "Try and relax, I can get us out of this, should it go wrong," he tried to reassure him, then he realized why he was sweating. This man the colony has sent with him was meant to deliver him to the covenant in exchange for leaving their colony in peace. He was being double-crossed in the worst possible way. This man was sending prisoner transport information to the oncoming covies, and Michael was the prisoner.
Although the situation was all against him, he remained a cool head. "Hey," said Michael, "what's your name?" He stood and moved slowly behind him. "Pegasus; Raymond Pegasus," he replied. "I'm sorry to have to do this. I know that you were helping us, but the colony is out of money to give to you. You've become more of a menace to our community than the covenant. Our economic standings have greatly declined since you arrived." "Well Raymond, I hope you left your home prepared to die a hero," and with that he broke the man's neck. Michael then quickly set to work formulating a plan to get himself out of this mess.
[intent]The console beeped once more and the voice rang out, "We have received your information and you are permitted to bring the prisoner onboard." "Understood," Michael did his best impression of his now dead second and the console went silent. He piloted the ship towards the capitol and landed in the ships hangar; hopefully, this plan of his would work. He got into position when he heard the hiss of the door pressurizing. He could hear the sounds of hundreds of elites and grunts on the other side of the door, his heart pounded in anticipation he could hardly contain his composure. The door quickly opened and three grunts armed with plasma cannons climbed the ramp towards him, a big smug smile on his face that said 'this isn't over' smeared across his face.
He moved as they ordered him to, out of the ship and through a series of small corridors, guns always pointed directly at his face ensuring his cooperation. In the next hallway he was suddenly alone with the three middle-class grunts; this is when he decided to make his move. He quickly dove forward and rolled back to his feet. Pulling two of the several throwing knives he had stashed away, turning quickly and nailing two of the grunts in the facemasks causing them to suffocate. He reflexively dodged a plasma blast from the remaining grunt. Drawing a retractable short staff from his coat, he whipped it at the grunts feet and drew his hunting knife. The grunt went down hard onto its front and didn't even see Michael quickly approach and cut its air tube on the fly, rounding the first corner and quickly doing away with some unsuspecting jackals.
His plan was simple, wait for an opportunity to escape custody, use it, and steal a covenant transport while remote detonating the transport ship he came on. The only problem was securing a covenant transport without dying in the process. He had grabbed about a half dozen fragmentation grenades and about a half dozen smoke grenades off the ship to assist in the process, but he doubted it would matter, the amount of troops he saw in the hangar would be enough to make a Spartan flinch. Also, if his suspicions were correct, he would have to cross the entire ship to get to the secondary hangar, the state and location of which were currently unknown.
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