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Fafnir Chapter Two - Dragons Live
Posted By: KnightmareWolf<KnightmareWolf@aol.com>
Date: 2 July 2002, 7:54 pm


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Notes from Author:

All right after a long while I've got it up... I hope you like it feedback is a MUST. Please note that this installment isn't very long, but I've got to get the groundwork laid out before we really start. It probably deteriorates at the end, I'm getting lazy i guess, i'll have this corrected in the future though, i hope.

Sometimes during the story I'll type things like:

(Song- <Band Name> - <Song Name>)

This indicates some songs you may want to play while reading the next paragraph or two, which may help set the mood for the scene.
Let's get a new start on this guys and gals...
Here it is:


FAFNIR

Chapter Two - Dragons Live

Reach II, ONI Facility 04

One shimmering globe set this tropic morning alight, casting off great Topaz shrouds across flora and fauna, kissing grass, embracing cold steel, shining over windows. Three Longsword fighter craft cut through dawn like a gale force wind, sweeping aside anything in their path, perfectly performing linear patrol routes through specifically assigned sectors, there were many such patrols in certain radii.
Back and forth they streaked eyes watchful, weapons set ready.
"This is Deep Gnome," Stated some weary North-American voice. "Delta wing reports clear."
Each syllable hammered at Alec Duran's eardrums in eerie crescendo, using inhuman speeds with great effect, like little crabs nipping away at his sanity. Alec hated Crabs. He'd been doing graveyard shift for twelve hours straight, it was dawn now, and needless to say the relief guy hadn't arrived yet. Fucking great.
"Acknowledged Delta, continue to shepherd FAFNIR." Alec replied rather dully.
Laying into the slim pewter-gray leather recliner he relived pressure from his aching muscles, savoring release from hardship.
As much as he hated it, it was his job. At first guard duty was awesome, promotions, medals, awards for service...
He was a Lieutenant for Christ's sake, but ever since Captain Laura Trenton snatched up CO post, things were all organized and professional. He grumbled something foul to himself.
At least the accommodations kicked ass, he had whole concrete, titanium reinforced, Slip-Glass (A new type of dimensional travel glass developed by UNSC Tech Corps. able to withstand most types of weapon and bio-chemical agents) window control tower to himself. Cheerful paintings adorned relatively gray framework, equally gray mainframes sporting holo-panels lined the sides to about waist height, complemented by soft, reclining leather chairs, ashtrays, cup trays-
"Daydreaming again Lieutenant?"
This voice was definitely a woman, a very attractive sounding twenty-year old woman.
Captain Laura Trenton.

Alec triggered an internal reflex, he was sitting normally in seconds; clearing his throat for good measure he said: "No ma'am, duty as usual."
"You know as well as I do those words mean complete bullshit, sit up and stop masturbating, or I'll have you sitting on the street by tonight."
She said those words with strange soothing tones, threatening, warm-casual...
Simply put it set him on edge.
"Yes ma'am." He replied, risking a glance.
Captain Trenton was nodding approval, standing in her usual non-threatening manner, relaxed, shoulders slumped, with head leaned just so, making her look menacing and innocent. Alec liked the way she stood.
He thought it seemed odd, Laura's features really shone out, a beacon of quiet, calculating leadership.
People related to this Captain, with her silky hair, black as midnight, four braided coils parallel; on opposite sides near the front, dropping into silky sheets of shoulder length strands.
From there, her hair went down about three centimeters, clipping off the ends forming resemblance of a spear tip.  
Alec's gaze slid onwards, enjoying her pale, smooth skin before moving, setting on hypnotizing emerald eyes so full of youth.
"Something you wanted lieutenant?"
"Ah, What?" He took what seemed like minutes to regain his composure. "Ah, No ma'am, nothing ma'am!"
Realizing he'd said those words too loudly; Alec turned back to his console.
She was a bitch to work with, yeah, but she sure was Knockout to look at.
Laura took a few steps, he couldn't count how many but she ended up right beside him.
Oh god, oh god! What did he do? Somebody help!
His mind cried out it's fear, here was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, his CO, standing next to him on Graveyard shift, and he looked like shit. Could it get any worse?
She smelled great, he smelled like two fields filled with corpses, she looked great, he looked like a farm animal-
"These readings are misarranged, correct theta and alpha algorithms."
His hands shout out instantly, he felt stupid, his hands were quivering.

Tap Beep,
Tap,
Tap,

SkRaBEEEP!

He was about to hit something else when Laura jumped with strange giddy enthusiasm.
"Amazing Lieutenant, even I could never have been that accurate, well done!"
He blushed and smiled ear to ear in spite of himself, listening to the Captain's footsteps hit the floor, ending in the eventual sound of her body hitting the command chair.
Lucky Bastard... His mind chided.
"Sir, sorry to wake you up at this hour," Started Captain Laura Trenton. "But I've got something you need to see over here, you'll find it looks familiar."
Alec turned in his chair to face his CO; she'd just cut her transmission.
"Ma'am?"
She craned her head in annoyance.
"Look at your screen Lieutenant."
He did so.
Splayed across his holo-panel's screens were purple-blue waves, humanities own were green, these were perfectly understandable graphs and data codes, humanity's own were erratic. These readings he'd accidentally created weren't human.
They were Covenant.





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