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An Officer Named Starblade: SPARTANs Awake
Posted By: Hunter_Killer<jlp8118@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 20 August 2003, 2:26 AM
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1500 Hours, 15 July(Military Calendar)
UNSC Heavy Carrier Lone Wolf, en route to earth orbit
"Admiral, MACs Ready. Crossbow Missile Pods Armed," Said Mr. Obuto.
"When shall we be in firing range?" Asked Jonathan.
"5 Seconds, sir."
"'Omaree! Launch your fighters!"
"Yes, excellency! We shall crush the humans! Er... sorry. Force of habit. Yes, sir!" 'Omaree typed in a series of Commands to the Wolf's three Longsword Fighter Squadrons.
"Sir, enemy ships in range!"
"Target one, and fire three MAC Bolts. Make ready to launch 300 Crossbows, on my mark!"
"Yes, sir!" Mr. Obuto typed in commands on his console to the Weapons Crews who load MACs and Crossbows.
The ship rocked and rumbled, and three MAC bolts soared towards a Cruiser in the Covenant Fleet.
Several Seconds later, the Bolts slammed into the shields of the craft, and downed them.
"Now! Fire!"
300 Missiles were chased by vapor trails, as they formed a V formation, and proceeded towards the shark-like thing.
Jonathan looked at Obuto. "Hehe, creative weapon stuff," Said Jonathan, "Ready all Crossbows, and fire the rest of the MACs, random targeting."
"Aye, we'll get the bastards."
6 MAC Bolts soared towards the Covie Fleet, and six damaged ships slipspaced out of system.
The missiles caused explosions to envelope the Covenant Battle Group, sending two more ships into retreat.
"Plasma Torpedoes, closing fast!" Yelled the Science Officer, Howard Jones.
"How many?" Asked Jonathan, as he went over the main view holotank. Readouts were poring in from may different sides, along with data, numbers and pictures.
"Lots," Said Lance in a low tone, as they looked out of the viewport.
30 Plasma Balls were hurling towards the ship.
The ship rocked and exploded, with each Torpedo.
Support Pillars fell, and screens shattered. A conduit exploded, killing five Un-lucky Techs. On the holo display, heavy damage was reported on all decks.
The lights failed, and a second later, the Red-Tinted Emergency Lights activated.
"We're alive!" Yelled Lance.
"Yah, but weapons, propulsion, and Main Computers are down. Merlin has Auto-Copied to this hard copy," Said Mr. Red, who was at the console marked 'ENGINEERING CONTROL'.
He handed the disk to Jonathan, who put it in his pocket.
Jonathan turned to Lance. "Think now would be a good time?"
Lance shook his head, and said, "No."
"Multitudes of Covenant boarding craft, inbound!" Said a Tech, stationed at one of the few Un-broken screens on the Bridge.
The two commanding officers looked at each other. Simultaneously, they said over the Comm. Channel to Cryo 5, "Wake the Spartans."
1527 Hours, 15 July(Military Calendar)
Sol System, proximity of Earth
UNSC Heavy Carrier Lone Wolf(Ident. Code: JXQY1293-EDU6), Marine/Docking Bay 2
"ATTENTION, ALL COMBAT PERSONNEL. PLEASE REPORT TO YOUR ACTION STATIONS. REPEAT, COVENANT BOARDERS INBOUND, ALL COMBAT PERSONNEL TO ACTION STATIONS." Lance's voice boomed over the loudspeakers over the ship, as the Marines hastened to gather.
Marines ran to one or the other side of several Scorpion tanks.
"FIRE TEAM ZULU, REPORT TO BULKHEAD CHARLIE TACTICAL 1-7. GAMMA TEAM, MEET WITH DELTA TEAM AT SECTOR 8-D."
A warthog slid into place with several others, as the occupants filed out and into the lines of Marines at attention.
A Black Sergeant, Sarge. Johnson, began to walk along the ranks, saying, "OK, men. As you likely know, the fate of Humanity once again is in the hands of the UNSC Marines. We will fend of Covie raiders on the ship until the Crew's off-ship, then high tail it to Earth. We will then stage a last man resistance. The Covenant want Earth, bad. But we ain't gonna let 'em have it! What we is gonna let 'em have, is a belly full 'o lead, and a pool of their own blood to drown in!"
He was now at the top of the ramp leading out of the Marine Bay. He turned to face his Valiant men. "Am. I. Right. Marines?"
"Sir, yes sir!" All the Marines yelled.
"Uh huh. Damn right I am. Now move it out! Double Time!" The Marines instantly filed out, running.
The Sarge walked out, following.
[i}"ATTENTION, ALL PERSONNEL. WE ARE ENGAGING THE ENEMY IMMINENTLY, MAKE READY FOR INTERNAL AND EXTERNAL COMBAT."
"This is gonna be one helluva show," Said the Sarge, as he ran after his men.
1527 Hours, 16 July(Military Calendar)
Sol System, near Earth
UNSC Heavy Carrier Lone Wolf(Ident Code: JXQY1293-EDU6), Cryo Bay 5, Observation Deck
"Understood, sir," Said Lt. Watkins, head of Cryogenics. He killed the link to the Bridge, and began the wake-up sequence.
1st Class Ensign Tom Howard was also working the controls by the Lt. "Ok, Wake-Up began. T-Minus 15 Seconds 'till wake up."
There was one SPARTAN II, and two SPARTAN IIIs in the cryo-tubes below. They all had on MJOLNIR III Armor, three times stronger than normal.
"Temperature Increasing, Wake up in 5, better get down there, Tom," and the Ensign went down to meet the super-soldiers about to awaken.
George SPARTAN-71 felt a swirling in his head, then his vision cleared. He was in a Cryo-Tube.
Chelsea SPARTAN-21 Quickly got her wits, she was in a Cryo room.
John SPARTAN-117 awoke from his weird dream, and he remembered reality.
They went through the tests, standard procedure.
Then, they were ordered to the bridge. But, at that moment, a Red Elite busted in the lower Level of the Cryo, and Leveled his overcharged Plasma Pistol at Ensign Howard...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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