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Prologue
Posted By: Commander Valois<Llamaboy225@yahoo.com>
Date: 5 November 2007, 3:43 am
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"ATTENTION. LIFESIGNS DETECTED. HANGAR BAY 7." Two human-like figures were running down a dark corridor. The sound of their shoes pounding on the metal grates below them filled the corridor with sound. Their chests were pounding, and their lungs were gasping for air. The lights above them flickered, revealing parts of their Naval Uniforms. One of the two, which appeared to be a woman, was wearing a light gray uniform and had three gold bars on her shoulders. The second, which appeared to be a man, was wearing a similar uniform, with the exception that his left arm was stained a dark crimson color. Something was behind them, for load moaning noises outsounded their breathing. It was at this point were something dragged the man to the ground. Only the flashes from a silver object in the woman's hand saved the man from becoming one of these things. The man got to his feet, drew his side-arm, and began firing down the corridor from which these grotesque creatures were trailing them. "What are you doing? Come on, we're almost to the hangar!" Yelled the woman. "Go! I'm buying time for you to get out of here! He wants you, not me. Go!" The woman nodded, and continued running down the corridor. "Get some! Get some!" Shouted the man as he shot one creature after another. A frightened look came upon the man's face when he pulled the trigger of his firearm and all he heard was a *click*
Having no other option, he pulled a gray object from his back pocket, pushed a button, and from it emerged a bright-blue blade. Swing after swing, he cut down anything who tried to get passed him, for his life was not the only one on the line. The creatures were persistant, one by one they charged towards the man, and one by one they were met with energy emitting from the sword. It felt like hours, Stabbing, slashing, hacking, and swinging. At one point he thought he would collapse due to sheer exhaustion. He was about to throw in the towel when a voice began speaking, and as it did, the creatures stopped in their tracks-"Why do you fight on? Nothing you do can stop me from holding my only daughter once more! Accept defeat now, and you shall be allowed a quick and painless death!" This disgusted the man. "Show yourself coward, so that I can personally send you to hell!" Once he finished, something began to manifest itself right before his eyes..."Very well, have it you're way..."
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Two Days Earlier...
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Two Broadsided vessels were locked together. Cannon fire wreaked havoc aboard the opposing vessel's hull. Musket fire contributed to the chaos by unleashing deadly volleys on the unfortunate men at the end of their sights. September 23, 1779. The HMS Serapis was in a bitter engagement with the USS Bonhomme Richard off Flamborough Head. The fighting had been going on for hours when one of the crew members on the Richard offered to surrender to the better armed British frigate. Captain Richard Pearson of the Serapis asked the Richard-"Quarters? Quarters? Do you strike?" John Paul Jones, Captain of the Richard threw his pistol at the crew member that offered the surrender, and replied with "I may sink, but I'm damned if I'll strike!"
Commander Valois, of the Sol Defence Group 3/A5, was cursed every night by this dream. Was it his ship? The newly constructed Bonhomme Richard was a gift to him from the UNSC for his services during the Human-Covenant war. Furthermore, the dreams began occuring two years ago, same time as he was given command of the Richard, so it could be possible. Or maybe it was the fact that Jones' blood ran thru his veins. Whatever it was, it prevented him from getting a full nights sleep, which in turn effected his performance as a Naval officer.
4:30 Standard Military Time.
Valois was woken by a knocking sound at his cabin door.
"Commander, you're needed on the bridge."
"Give me ten-minutes and I'll be there." replied the half awake Commander.
"Aye sir."
He got out of bed, got dressed, then made his way towards the bridge of his frigate.
On the way there he noticed Pelicans were bringing personnel up from the surface of the moon they were orbiting. He also noticed that men were scrambling to their duty stations. The walk to the bridge was over, and the doors opened with a *whoosh*.
"ATTENTION ON DECK!" shouted one of the Lieutenants on the bridge.
"At ease. Whats the situation?"
"Sir, Lord Hood has ordered us to return to Earth for briefing."
"Already? We have only just begun our excavation."
"Sorry Sir, but Hood ordered us and another vessel to return."
"Whats the other vessel?"
"Hood didn't tell us much more then that Sir, classified."
"Classified? *sigh* Lieutenant, set course: 34824-27483 Sol-System."
"Setting course, 34824-27483 Aye Sir."
Classified...
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