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Project Spartan III pt. 1: Punk Hero
Posted By: Row Jerles<r31591@yahoo.com>
Date: 18 May 2004, 10:21 PM
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PLACE : PLANET TILORIANIA
CLIMATE: LUSH,TROPICAL,LAND WITH FOUR OCEANS AND FORRUNER BUILDINGS
TIME : 15:00 STANDARD MILITARY TIME/11:00 LOCATION'S TIME
DATE : MARCH 20, 2589
PRO-LOGUE OF THIS STORY
The temple was filled with the sound of gun-fire, Human and Covenant alike. Sgt. Johnson and his men had landed on the planet two hours ago to scope out the newly discovered world. Ironically, the Covenant were already there, but most had left the planet and declared it an outpost world. They had found the Forruner structures only hours before the marines arrived.
"Cardez! Get up here with that rocket-launcher and blast their asses back to where they came from!!"
"Yes sir!"
"Jacobs, I want you to cover Cardez!!"
Sgt. Johnson.... The man who survived the Flood was leading a team of young boys into a losing battle. At first it seemed like they would be able to kill off some Covies without attracting TOO much attention.
"Note to self; never over-estistimate the stelth of your men," the sargent thought. "Where's that rocket Cardez!?!"
"Got it sir! One devistating explosion, comin' right up," he muttered to himself. Cardez got on one knee, aimed, and fired. The hissing and crackling of the rocket flying through the air was enough to make anyone's hair stand on in. There was an explosion, but Jake Alfred Cardez aimed too low, and when the smoke cleared, the Marines were surrounded by Elites, Jackals, and Grunts.
One second later, the blast doors flew open and some knocked an Elite unconcious, and killed a Grunt. Then an entire squad of Spartans lead by the Master Chief, Spartan II John-117, rushed out of the smoke with assault rifles blazing. This completely surprised the Covenant soldiers and caused them to get careless, as a killer-rainbow of genetically enhanced Humans stormed in.
But there was one Spartan that stood out. He was a little shorter than the restof them, but seemed to be especially talented in the field, EVEN FOR A SPARTAN, and was quickly becoming the best one of the all. His name was Drake-315,a fourteen-year-old boy already on his tenth, real military mission and this is where our REAL story begins......
HEY WAIT A MINUTE, THATS NOT A MIDGET YOU IDIOT!:
"C'MON YOU FRICKEN PANSIES, SMOKE'EM GOOD! LET'S MOVE MOVE MOVE!!!" John yelled to his squad. "DRAKE, I WANT YOUR TEAM TO COVER THE LEFT FLANK! WE'LL TAKE THE RIGHT!"
"YOU GOT IT CHIEF!" Drake yelled back. He was very nervous. He had just recently been given command of his very own team in John's "Spartan Company" and premoted to Corporal for spearheading an assault on Chromer IX, a Covie stonghold.
"Alright you heard John, lets wipe these freaks out of existance!" Drake's team moved up the left side of the temple's foyer as ordered. A few Jackals ran in front of them, and were easily killed by Drake's assault rifle amazingly. Drake saw some Elites charge them. "SCATTER!" Drake yelled. He realized that John's plan wasn't going to work, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. The charging Elites were mowed down one by one by his sharp-shooting and his teams's help. But one got through with out Drake noticing.
"Heads up kid!!!" John screamed.
Drake tuned to see a plasma-sword wielding Elite almost right on top of him. It swang with all of its might, but Drake saw it coming and quickly back-rolled out of the way.
To the Elite, time seemed to slow down as looked up from its landed position to see the sage-green armored cyborg on one knee with gun in-hand. The Human was fast, TOO fast for a normal cyborg. He was small, that was true, but it didn't mke any sence to the Elite for someone to move so fast with so much armor on. Then, it was over for the Elite as Drake pulled the trigger and a seemingly endless stream of bullets flew from ten meters away into the Elites head. When the body fell though, Drake was shocked at what was standing in the doorway at the end of the room....... any soldiers worst nightmare come true..... Hunters, AND Brutes!
"Aw damn..." Drake said under his breath.
DUHN DUHN DUUUHHHNNN.......
TO BE CONTINUED....
THIS WHOLE STORY (INCLUDING ALL OF ITS PARTS) IS JUST ONE OF MANY, MANY ENTERTANING STORIES TO COME. BE PREPARED TO WAIT A LITTLE WHILE FOR THE NEXT PART IN THE SPARTAN III SIRIES, THE BIGGER THEY ARE.... THE MORE SATISFYING IT IS TO BLOW THEM UP!!!
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