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On A Pale Horse: The Esteem
Posted By: Silent Hunter<silenthunter18509@yahoo.com>
Date: 9 July 2003, 8:31 PM
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-The Esteem-
1934 Hours, September 17, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
New Mombasa, Section 64, directly beneath the Esteem
The chief walked away from the body of the elite. He approached the gravity lift. Sergeant Banks radioed the chief "Chief, this is sergeant Banks, come in."
"Roger that sergeant, go ahead"
"we're pulling out, we're sending you a single HAVOK tactical Nuclear mine. HQ orders you to set it off when you have the data on the cruiser. We'll keep a pelican on-station to extract you when you're finished."
"roger that, Can you put some ammo on that thing, I'm running low…"
"I'll see what I can do. Remember, the fail-safe code on the detonator is Alpha-8245. Good-luck, Banks out" The chief waited 5 minutes, then a pelican pulled under the cruiser, and landed in the middle of an intersection. 3 marines got out, and made sure the landing zone was secure. The chief walked up to the pelican, and several people unloaded 2 crates.
"Sir, Here's your supplies."
"Thanks, now get the hell out of here, there won't be a New Mombasa in 10 minutes!"
"yes, sir! Everyone, back on the pelican, let's go!" Everyone got back on the pelican, and it lifted off the ground, and flew out into the rain, and fog." The chief opened a crate with CAUTION-NUCLEAR ORDINANCE stamped on all sides. A single HAVOK mine was in there, along with a key, a detonator, and packing foam. He pulled it out, and tied it to his belt. He then took the key, and detonator out, and put it in a pouch on his belt. He walked over to the other crate, and opened it. There were clips for a Battle Rifle, and an SMG. There was also an 8-gague shotgun, several boxes of shotgun shells, 4 grenades, 10 fuse detonated 2-pound blocks of C-12, and a lighter. The chief made a low whistle. He dropped his SMG, and took the shotgun out of the crate, opened a box of shells, and loaded it. He also took the grenades, the C-12, the lighter, and as many Battle Rifle clips, and shotgun shells as he could carry. He walked under the gravity lift. He felt his feet leave the ground, and he rose into the cruiser…
The chief was now in the cruiser. He put the nuke down, and put the key into a slot on it. HAVOK ARMED-AWAITING DETONATION SIGNAL flashed across his HUD.
1943 Hours, September 17, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
New Mombasa, Section 64, directly beneath the Esteem
Several grunts ran up to the body of a golden elite. "Sir?" one of them spoke. They turned him over. There were bullet holes all throughout his abdominal area, and a bullet was lodged in his helmet. "He's still breathing…Call a ship to get him out of here…"
"Yes…" He called a nearby phantom.
"do you think he'll make it?"
"I don't know…" After a few more seconds, a Phantom came down, and a Brute got out to help the grunts get the elite in the Phantom…"
1944 Hours, September 17, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
Covenant Cruiser Esteem
The Chief was in the shuttle bay. Covenant bodies lye all over the floor. A single pelican flew in the door, and landed. The chief quickly got in, and it flew out of the door, taking plasma shots. Heavy rain, and hail hitting the pelican could be heard. The Pelican banked down back towards the city. "Pilot, where are we going?"
"We got a call from someone still down there…" A minute later, the pelican landed, and a rain and blood soaked human got in the pelican. He took his helmet off. It wasn't until the pelican got above the clouds, and the sun light up the ship did they recognize each other.
He looked at the chief. "Hello John…looks like I got to salute you now…" It was Mendez!
1944 Hours, September 17, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
UNSC Space station Number 257, in orbit above Earth
John, and Mendez stepped off of the pelican. Mendez's hair was grayed, but except that, he looked exactly the same. They were greeted by a person with a Five-star collar insignia. The symbol for Admiral of the Fleet. The highest rank in the UNSC Navy. They both snapped a salute, and he returned it. He looked at Mendez "Senior Chief, I assume your objectives were completed?"
"yes, sir"
"Good…Master Chief, Your Objective was also Completed?" He said, looking at John.
"yes, sir"
"Great, Now, follow me, I think I have something you may enjoy…" The Admiral led John down a hall to a door. Mendez shot the chief a reassuring glance. They walked through the door. "Admiral on the deck!" someone shouted. They were in front of a large briefing room. John looked towards the people in the room…about 100 soldiers in full MJOLNIR armor stood at attention…
END OF CHAPTER 1
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