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Spartan Valiancy II
Posted By: Arbiter<swiftstick31@yahoo.com>
Date: 27 October 2005, 2:45 pm
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-This is why I like using Covenant perspectives, because you can make up everything with some small details from the games and the books, but Human perspective is complicated and everything has to precise. I am continuing with my Spartan story so help me with the errors but I am confident I have it down-
A Spartan's Valiancy
II
Sky L
Prologue
Admiral Duane Vance looked over the viaduct on the station. Marines and officers in navel conduct walked with duties to attend to. The trenches of the viaduct carried terminals that shimmered with blue cords running through solid twines in the wall. Vance walked to the center platform and pressed a lighting button on the monitor.
"Ciel, bring up the profile of SPARTAN-63" Vance proclaimed easing his finger off the light.
"Yes, Admiral" A voice uttered from the terminal.
The voice combined into a small body. The body of the Artificial Intelligence, Ciel appeared on the receptacle spindle on the console. Ciel was the station AI, he glinted the color of Troy. A heavenly blue, the name Ciel meant Sky in French, and derived from Troy itself.
The AI had little numbers floating through his light blue body. The numbers were dates that reflected periods of time that were significant to Humanity and the UNSC. Ciel had a agile frame for a Intelligence and he had a surmising sensibility that sometimes got a little gladdening from time to time.
Ciel put his hand to his head and looked like he was concentrating, a second later a figure replaced the pennant on the screen and a report followed:
RE: SPARTAN-63-Watchman
Spartan 63, Watchman, is the reassigned member of the SPARTAN-II project. Transferred from Reach to serve as a sentry to Troy, and leader of the privileged Orbital Drop Shock Troopers in Troy and Sicily Station. (UNSC barrier, authorized 34, Magnetic Accelerated Cannon assemblage) Watchman is enhanced to suppressing strategy and initial tactician in ground and sky forces. As a Spartan he is trained to be silent and expedient in combat situations.
His armed skills are unique and moderately unrivaled to Humans. He is the sole Spartan of the sector and is molded with experience and capability. Watchman is recognized to be superior to the Covenant troops, in aviation, and weaponry as the combat conditions are included. Previous missions are prohibited to collective detail.
Vance knew Watchman from when he was a shifting Colonel, he was very advisable and was pledged to protect. Who knew in a few hours a Covenant fleet would be in orbit around the planet? Vance was ready for them. The devastation would cease as they had him. The Spartan Project was truly a success.
Section 2 Pledge 1605 hours, December 15, 2551 (Military Calendar) /Astral System Sicily Station, Cryobay A-03, planet Troy______________________________________
Just another day…
The Spartan got up from the cryobed; he stepped from the frigid and uncomfortable pod and looked up into the domicile of space. He was on the single station that was standing immobile above the planet Troy. The station shimmered like a solid terminal, Sicily Station was the only UNSC complexity on this sector, and Fleet Admiral Vance was plotting more construction for a blockade on the outer worlds.
Fleet Admiral Duane Vance was the commanding officer of Sicily and he managed the protocol with finesse and capability. Vance was a tolerable leader and he preceded with an iron fist upon the station.
Glenn 63 looked up to this man, in the face of impossible odds he still contained valor where even the Marines could not strive. He looked into the planet below; it was an innocent gem which faith and obscurity could only preserve. It was almost as precious as Earth or Reach, though not as populous.
Watchman limped to the tramcar, his leg felt tired with intensity, he never enjoyed cryosleep even when it was the only bed fitted for a Spartan. He punched the console's key and the hatch slid to the side and gave a metallic hiss.
It slid down the tracks into a dome of glass, and it was like being into a cupola clear into space. The Spartan spectacled outside, two suns stood on the opposite sides. One, Pocius Potius, Latin for elegance. And the other, Suffmisse, Latin for astonishing. The two suns licked the black like a hissing fire, as Troy was central to the daystars.
A few Longswords whipped past the cupola, hovering amongst the space probes that were scanning for hostiles. Glenn grabbed the lever on the screen and pulled lightly. The tram skidded and halted. The glass door split and the Spartan stepped out. There were dozens of Marines and two approached Watchman.
"Sir, we've got to get you to the viaduct, Admiral Vance is expecting you" The Marine saluted and abated.
"Very well Marines, guide on" Watchman ordered at them.
Glenn followed them, they climbed a staircase, passing other officers in uniform. The viaduct was an elevated structure overlooking the entire station. It looked a like building inside a building, located at the top of a towering spire.
There were radar's and computers everywhere, communication outlets with blipping blue screens of locations and numbers flying at random. In the center of the viaduct were three solid screens, one had Earth with vectored Slipspace entry's around a blockade of MAC-Stations. The other had an enormous image of Reach with other Slipspace entrances around a cluster of ships. And the center had the UNSC emblem on it in dark teal.
Marines without uniforms were seen behind the terminals typing at the console with fierce twitching. And they snapped in salute as Watchman walked down the ramps of steps. In the center of the viaduct Admiral Vance stood at the UNSC emblem, and looked below in a trench with organized tiers of terminals and pointed and ordered signals at the Marines below.
Watchman approached the Admiral and saluted. Admiral Vance was black he revealed a perfect set of white teeth, he had a muscular build and wore white military uniforms. He outstretched his hand and the Spartan shook it, managing an upright posture.
"Nice to see you, Glenn. It's been quite lonely in the station" The Admiral said, admiring the physical appearance of the Spartan as unmatching.
"Admiral Vance" Watchman said, snapping his arms into a straight stance.
"I'll cut right to the chase, Watchman. Recently, we have received a impure message from the Oblivion-Class vessel, Olympus. They were en route to Troy carrying troops to supply Sicily, when they clashed with a Covenant assault carrier. The officers on board disposed of Earth vectors, but they were detracted to erase the planet they were on route to. The Olympus was discharged with plasma. But the data regarding to vectored colonies was retained by the Covenant. With our intelligence, we have acquired that the Covenant posses Troy's sector, and are bulking a fleet capable of a planet's destruction." Vance finished with a grim expression.
Watchman was speechless, but he gripped his training with preference.
"What is requested of me, sir?"
"As soon as we receive Starside intercept, we engage and repel. You will lead to the overthrow of the ground forces and protection of civilians. We will begin firing on the carriers that will eliminate orbital glass." Vance said.
At these words a alarm sounded, and red lights dropped from the ceiling and appeared on the screens.
"Ciel, report!" Vance ordered at the AI.
Ciel shot up through the spindle. "We have contacts, intercepts, and vectors on Slipspace entrance"
"How many?" Watchman asked the Intelligence.
"There are 10 additional cruisers, fleet of 4 assault carriers and 6 capital ships holding a position from Sicily"
"Sir! We have boarders inbound on Arditol City, pods firing everywhere" A officer from behind a terminal said with tenseness.
Watchman looked up and saw carriers over the station, the purple, dense with the fleet as they slowly cruised toward the planet.
Vance turned and nodded at the Spartan. "Defend Troy"
"Yes, sir" Watchman saluted.
He bounded for the launch pods, taking a Battle Rifle from a nearby cylinder container.
"All Helljumpers, follow Watchman to hard drop. Let them pay…" Vance said over the intercom.
'Oh I will' The Spartan thought adjusting this new rifle…
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