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The Raptros Saga: ch.2:
Posted By: Raptros-v75<geksliver@msn.com>
Date: 3 March 2004, 12:52 AM
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( ok the first one may have been really boring, but this one should be better.... At least, I hope! This one is told mostly from the view of Raptros-v75)
The trip to Reach was uneventful: only 4 covenant cruisers destroyed.
"Did I mention that this ship is the most advanced type of battle craft in the UNSC?" the annoying tech guy said for the millionth time.
Yes, I thought, you said it at least 24 times after each kill.
So, I was relieved when we finally reached Reach. Of course, considering I was aboard, we had to wait 24 hours before I could get off. And I had been equipped with a locater beacon, and a neural paralyzer, which meant if I got in any trouble, a computer would KO me, and then the solders and tech guys would be there to bring me in.
Just before we went our ways, the Master Chief told me "Please don't get in any trouble, your too important to be killed by the people your supposed to protect."
I had never seen so many humans in one spot. I made a solemn promise to myself that I would never see that many again until they trusted me as much as they (foolishly) trust each other. That was after someone shouted for the 2545 time: "Kill the Covie scum!!" Yes, they hated me, and I had to make them understand that I was with their cause.
Of course, I did get in trouble. Not by my doing. I was just walking out of a shop, where I had bought a large bag of sweet tasting stuff that humans call "candy". I called it delicious. Just as I was walking out of the door, 30 men (20 others on rooftops nearby, I found out later) shot me with various weapons. Getting hit by a shell from a rocket launcher is extremely painful. The rest just bounced of my energy shield, allowing me to block the shots with my arm shield. I stuffed the bag of candy into my backpack, and as I didn't have any weapons, I used my radio, and called the scientists who were studying me throughout the voyage. While waiting for help to come, I got hit several more times with the missile launcher, and then something strange happened. One of them threw a blue ball, with a trail of energy, at me. It stuck to my face. I, thinking this was very impolite, tried to pull it off, but it stuck to my hand.
I called out "Hey, how do you get this off, anyway?" but they had run away already. Then there was a blue explosion, and I woke up in a lab, lying on a table.
The medics told me that I would recover, but my armor wouldn't. Fortunately, in my opinion, all my weapons, swarm bots, and candy had survived the blasts.
( the statistics show that he survived 10 missile launcher rounds, 10 fuel rod gun rounds, 50 entire clips from a needler, 10000 rounds from an assult rifle, 2000 rounds from a shotgun, 10023 rounds from a sniper rifle, 12436435 rounds from an assault pistol, 4520 entire plasma rifle batteries, 356 entire plasma pistols, 4 plasma grenades, and 8 frag. grenades, and was still thinking about candy. Of course, his armor was entirely destroyed)
A few weeks later, I was as good as new, which, in the eyes of ONI, (whatever that is), was a good thing, as we were leaving, with 10 Spartan IIs, including the master chief. It was up to us to destroy a large infestation of flood (I'm immune to their infectionous substances, as a already have the toxins in my system) on some such planet. I didn't really care. I was busy making sure my armor was made perfectly. I mean, what good is a three ton piece of metal good for if it doesn't fit right? Eventually, they got everything right, and I was able to relax, and wait to arrive at the destination.
Once we landed, we began setting up the mission guidelines. We left the marines outside of the place of infection, which was a large Forerunner structure, except covered in slime. We built large defensive walls around the structure, with special weapons to kill the flood if they got out. We were to place a detonation kit designed for this mission in the core of the infection. There, it would completely destroy the flood infection. The main point was that if the flood started escaping, or a mission abort was called from inside, the humans would be evacuated quickly. Even if we called abort, there would be no way out for us. Mission abort meant that the flood infection had already set up escape routes. Basically, if the flood could get out, we couldn't place the detonation kit in the core, or the flood posed some sort of unobvious danger to the humans, I was to call the abort. Then the humans would leave, giving us no way to really prevent the flood from escaping the blast that we were to set up in the core of the infection. Even if I called abort, I still had to get the blast set up as close to the core as possible. If we did get the kit in the core, and I hadn't called abort, then we would use a special med. Pack to KO us, but prevent the radiation blast from harming us.
And so we went in, with death before us, and no way out.
I was the obvious man out. I looked weird, I walked weird, I had no true military training, exept the skills in combat that I had, I had already wet myself, I was ready to run for my life, but I was the only hope in this battle. Only I understood the complex blast kit, only I could build a weapon that would be able to kill flood instantly. I, the 9.5 feet tall, weird, covenant-like mutant, would be the only hope on this battlefield.
The action began as soon as we were inside. I checked my weapon, a flamethrower, and rushed in, spraying a superheated stream of burning gases, plasmatic fluids, and molten metal. The Flood spores died right and left. I then switched to a large plasma gun that I had made, a modified dead hunter's gun, blasting huge bombs of energy right at the spore carrying forms, destroying them and their contents. As we ran towards the core, killing flood right an left, an icy fear gripped me. Once we got close, what I saw made me wet myself.
It was a giant pump like sac, filled with all kinds of weird fluids. It was up to me now. I stood back, shot a hole in it, and jumped right into the sac. It was nasty, but I was right. The core was inside it. I placed the kit in, set it to 10 minutes, and swam back out, to give the thumbs-up to the rest, just before I hit the "inject" switch. An hour later, I found myself in the disinfection chamber, cleaned off, and refreshed. Outside, I was welcomed as a hero. The flood had been destroyed. We were to return to Reach. But then, something happened that would change the course of the human-covenant war forever. We were attacked and captured by covenant forces.
We were flown back to their base, and I would meet someone who would change me forever.
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