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- Exalted Legendary Member
A voice is calling in the wind
yon the horizons, and from within
I deem the thought, shall I abide
these ghastly whispers inside?
This is just a little something I've been doing in my spare time. Feel free to read it, post comments, and use CONSTRUCTIVE Criticism. lol. Please dont post horrible things about it. But if theres something you want to point out. I would love the help. Thanks! The Wars For Earth
Chapter One
"Fall back!" Fire rained from the sky. "Fall Back, Men!" Again, the plea went unheard. An Artillery shell screeched across the black November night. It disappeared behind the trees. For a heartbeat, there was silence. Then a thunderclap reverberated throughout the jungle. A blinding flash, and then a shockwave. Trees snapped in half, dirt churned up, and fire raged throughout the jungle.
“What in God’s holy name do we do! When will this madness end! I’m hit in my leg by a fragment of steel!” “Suck it up, son. We all have our bad times and our good times.” “But sir! I’m hit in my..” The private was cut short. “I said SUCK IT UP!” Screamed the general. “Now go! Go destroy them!!!”
The entire Division ran as fast as lightening towards the enemy lines. Bullets flying past their heads, some hitting their targets. Bodies dropped and slammed into the dirt. The Division opened fire. Bullets now flying from each direction. The only difference was that these new bullets, were hitting more targets than the ones firing before.
Division 59 was the most experienced and most feared Division in the entire war. Armed with some of the most technologically advanced weapons and defenses known to man. Combined with their skill and ferocity, they were the best on the planet. Some named the Division “Spartans” for their resemblance to the Spartans of Ancient Greece. This Division was normally used for suicide missions that needed to be completed for the importance of the war.
“Deploy shields… NOW!” screamed the general. In unison, the entire Division deployed each of their energy shields. (These energy shields were gifts from the Sangheili. Or, known more as “Elites”) They stopped dead in their tracks and took cover behind the 10’X 6’ energy shield.
The enemies stopped firing. Most looked in awe at the spectacular site of these shields. Covenant technology was very rare to find. Even from those who had previously fought in that war. The war that almost wiped out the entire human race. There were still a few Covenant Cruisers in the human fleets, usually used to blow a hole into any big enemy. Like a rebel planet or two.
“Reload!” screamed the general. Once again, the entire Division reloaded as one. They turned about again to face the enemy. Half of the Division took to throwing grenades over their shields, and the other half, took to firing around the side of their shields. The enemy troops dropped like flies in the dead of winter.
About 10 minutes later after non-stop explosions and bullet staccato, the Division stepped around their shields and look at all the mangled bodies. "Well, better break out the cigars and Champaign tonight!" Laughed one soldier. "Pipe down, marine. This fight ain’t over yet." Whispered the general. "They've only begun to bring out their forces. Unfortunately for them, neither have we." The general walked about 15 steps, then said "The sun is starting to set. Set up camp marines!" The entire Division, as always, mumbled and groaned in unison.
The static of his radio stirred the general from his deep sleep. He looked over at his clock, which to his shock said 3:17 am. “General Rosford? Are you there? Please, if you’re there, pick up. This is urgent.” The General let out a low grunt and retrieved the radio from the table. “Yea, I'm here. What is so important that it involves waking me up at 3:17 in the morning?” “Get your troops up and moving. Pack up and be ready to move in 30.” “If you would be so kind as to tell me why I have to pac..” “Do it NOW General. We will tell you why when the Phantom drop ship comes to pick you up.” “Yes sir, Admiral!” The General turned off the radio and started out the tent to wake the rest of the Division.
The rush of the air from the Phantom woke the rest of the soldiers up from whatever sleep they had left in them. They were stretching the capacity by more than 14,500! The Phantom was designed to hold 500. Less than one forth what they were picking up this time.
“Yea. I’m pretty sure we’re gonna have to get more than like 100 of these things if we’re all leaving here!” Whispered one soldier. “Give me that damned radio!” The general barked. “Here sir.” Private Conwel handed the radio to the general.
“Admiral? Why in the world would you send ONE Phantom when we have an ENTIRE Division down here!?” “Calm down, general. Its all been planned out. We sent that Phantom for you and the other officers, not the troops. We got something special in mind for them.” “What would that be?” Questioned the general. “We’re sending down one of our few Covenant Cruisers. We will loose to many men if we charge the rebel base. We are going to glass it!”
There was a long period of silence as the general thought this through. Finally he spoke. “Fine. But how exactly are my men going to make it out?” “Easy, general. Before we glass the area, we’ll pick your troops up in the Covenant Cruiser, Galaxy. She’s the one who will be doing the glassing.” “Good to hear. We’ll be up as soon as we possibly can to discuss our next attack.” With that, the general and the 20 other commanding officers walked into the gravity lift, and sped up towards the drop ship.
“Alright Shipmaster. We have the human officers. Just like the their Admiral wanted. You may now reveal yourself.” With that, the Galaxy unveiled itself from the invisible cloak with which she was hidden under. The energy shields flickered a bit, and then settled down. Other than the dull red that floated along the side of the Cruiser, she floated dead.
“We are now picking up the rest of the humans. After that, we’ll let loose the plasma.” The Shipmaster replied. By the time the Galaxy had picked up the last of the soldiers, the Phantom had already made it into orbit and was nearing the UNSC (United Nations Space Command) Warship, Cairo. As the general and the officers entered the Bridge, the Galaxy was about to glass the area. They watched from the viewscreens on the Bridge as the Galaxy glassed the forest. All hell was unleashed as the first plasma wave hit the trees. Leaves turned into ash, wood disintegrated. The general could feel the heat from orbit.
When the Galaxy was finished, she turned her nose towards the Cairo and accelerated into space. The two ships interlocked and the remaining soldiers were transferred to the Cairo. They waited outside the Bridge doors for orders.
“General, you and your men should get some rest. I know I deprived you of your sleep. Go, rest for now. I’ll see you in the morning.” “Yes Sir!” The general snapped off a salute, turned around, and walked out of the bulkhead blast doors. “Men! Rest for now. Sleep and recover. I’ll see you all in the morning for briefing on our next mission.” In unison, the Division saluted, and shouted “Sir, yes Sir!”
The General awoke in a cold sweat. The clock beside him read 6:12 am. “God, please just give me one night of restful sleep!” He rolled out of bed and dressed himself. He quietly walked out of the blast door and into the hallway.
He gazed around at the lights, walls, and the porthole windows. Will I ever get a restful night of sleep? The general thought to himself. Maybe I should take a walk to the Bridge and see if anyone’s awake. At that thought, he turned 180 degrees and strolled down the corridor towards the Bridge. “What in blazing hell are you doing up already, general?” Questioned the Admiral. “I couldn’t sleep. I woke up in a cold sweat. I felt I should occupy myself for a while.” “You couldn’t sleep huh? Cold sweats? Sounds like fatigue and guilt to me, general.” The general let out a low grunt equivalent to a low laugh. “Yea. Even I’m sure some of its guilt.” “Well, we all have our problems and demons inside us, general. I’m not going to hold them against you.”
The general was about to speak, but was cut off by the ships AI, Dark Winter. This AI, unlike most of its cousins, was a dark AI, an independent AI. It was adorned in a dark robe with a hood over its head. So you could barely see its nose and mouth. It had animated snow falling around it, and usually spoke in riddles and in a low, dark tone. It reminded the general of the Angel of Death.
The AI started to speak. “Sir, I’ve picked up whispers near the Erandas Seraphas system.” Though only whispers, I caution you that it may be anything. From a lone comet, to rebels, and even to a fleet of Jiralhanae Ships. “Excuse me, if I may intervene Dark Winter, what is a Jiralhanae?” Asked the general. The AI looked at the general in disgust. Partially for being interrupted, and partially for the general’s stupidity. “The Jiralhanae are what you humans like to call Brutes”. “Oh. Well then, we really should pay attention to this, huh?” This time both the Admiral and Dark Winter looked at the general. “If you would please stop talking right now general, that would really be helpful.” “Yes, Admiral. Sorry Sir.”
The Admiral looked back at Dark Winter. “You may continue.” “Thank you sir. As I was saying, we should check these whispers out. Just to be safe.” “Truly noted. Thank you Dark Winter.” At that, the AI disappeared from the holographic platform from which it had been standing on. Well. You heard Dark Winter. Go wake your men and meet me here in 20." "Yes Sir, Admiral."
"Wake your sorry asses up, now!" The general yelled. One by one, each of the soldiers got out of bed and got dressed. "Hurry it up, men! I only need half of you however. We have to be at the Bridge in 15 minutes!" With that alone, the soldiers then went twice as fast. In eleven minutes flat, each of the 7,500 needed soldiers was waiting at the Bridge doors.