Guardian of Hell Part I
Posted By: The Darkness<Kingsmog01@hotmail.com>
Date: 1 June 2006, 12:30 pm
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"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?
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