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Destruction with Impudince and Ignorance.
hope you like it, i know there's some mistakes, but the definition of recon is real and i'm serious about it, hope you like chapter 1. (ps-it's a lot) ; )
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ONI PROGJECT I
ONI Commander Grade 2 Mark Links walked down the hallway and into a laboratory room. He stopped and stared around the room, in one corner there were vials, tubes, and syringes. Scattered around the many tables were papers with complex equations and designs. At the front of the room was a glass panel with a white room inside. Lined under the glass panel were several computers with different images showing. Sighing, the Commander walked forward and watched what was in the white room.
Inside, there were several robotic arms adjusting and screwing in and fiddling with pieces of armor. It’s a suit or armor the Commander realized, that’s what they must have sent me to check, if the suit was ready. The Commander glanced at his watch; it was almost six in the morning, where was the scientist?
About an hour later the scientist showed up at the lab with a cup of coffee and a cigarette in his other hand. He nodded at the Commander and offered him his coffee.
“No, no thanks. I’ve already eaten, you can have it.” The Commander said.
“Suit yourself,” the scientist said lighting his cigarette.
The Commander nodded and spoke, “speaking of suits- is this one done?” he gestured behind himself to the white room.
The scientist looked up and then shook his head, “almost, but we need a test subject. And as you know, all the Spartans are already taken up in fighting the Insurrection.”
The Commander nodded and moved aside to let the scientist move to the computers. The scientist strode over and quickly typed something on the computer. Almost a second later the mechanical arms began to move and construct the armor.
“ONI requested me to create an armor type for use in space, and in Operation Contact Epsilon-” the scientist began.
“Shut up!” the Commander said, “that is classified top ONI file…”
The scientist smirked, “right, then how come your own top-in-command briefed me about the whole thing?”
Mark bit his tongue from saying a response to the man’s words but knew it would only get him in deeper bull-blam!- than he already was. Instead, he sat himself down in a chair and took the coffee resting on the table. As he took a long, relaxing, hot sip of the coffee his com link beeped. Sighing he presses a button and spoke, “what?!”
“Am I speaking to ONI Commander Grade 2 Mark Links?” A voice asked.
“Yes, mission 3parol99X classified-ONI top security. What is the request of this call?”
“Cut the crap Commander, and listen up the voice snapped.” Mark took a second to realize that he was talking to ONI General Grade 1 Kristen Johnson.
“Uhm- I… uh, is reporting for duty ma’am!” He saluted, the scientist had moved off into the white room and so did not here the importance of the call.
“Well Commander, we need to keep this all hush-ity-hush so…” she started, but Mark already knew the answer.
“…we need you to dispatch the scientist after the project is complete.” Mark nodded and cocked his already drawn out M6 pistol.
The scientist entered the lab again and moved to the computers. On one of the screens, Mark managed to catch a glimpse on how the armor was supposed to look. It had a bar-line visor across the helmet’s front with black rubber insulin. It’s shoulders had a small upwardly pointed metal tags. And its chest had a grooved chest plate with many lines and crevices.
The scientist caught Mark’s look and said, “ONI asked me to make a special Spartan suit, the emphasis was to increase stealth capability, specifically by reducing its IR signiture, reflective surfaces, and Cherenkov radiation emission. Look at the model, the armor permutation is called RECON. It’s going to be used only by the top of the top Spartan soldiers; they’re going to be going on Reconnaissance missions. Against the Insurrection, of course.” The scientist sighed, “unfortunately without a test subject my project will never see battle.”
Mark nodded and started to draw the pistol from behind his back, “a pity no doubt. But one thing is for certain, you won’t see your project at all anymore.” Then he fired three shots.
The scientist jerked and arched his back as the bullets hit him. Blood splattered the window panel and the scientist fell to the floor, creating a spasm in his own pool of blood. Mark watched for a second, and then walked out of the room.
***1000***
ONI General Grade 1 Kristen Johnson sighed and put her head on the desk. The computer screen in front of her bathed her in blue light, and she turned it off. For one moment, she felt like closing her eyes and sleeping. Then her com beeped and she responded.
“What?!” she snapped.
“Ma’am this is Commander Mark Links. Returning from mission 3parol99X. Witness dispatched, requesting further instructions.”
“Take the armor and put it in the back of your Warthog transport vehicle. Then head back to base, here.”
“Roger, but ma’am? With all due respect, the armor is no light thing. Should I take it apart and then store it?”
Kristen waved her hand, “yes whatever. I’m confident enough our ONI scientists can piece it back together again. See by twenty-o-hours.” Then she closed the connection.
***1001***
Mark placed the last piece of the Recon Armor into the back of the Warthog and jumped into the driver seat. The open cool air refreshed and helped Mark put his thoughts together as he zoomed along a dirt road. He shifted a gear as he approached an actual road and then set the cruise-control mode on. The road was straight anyway, and there were no other vehicles yet so there wasn’t need to pay attention to the road. He leaned back and observed the landscape as the Warthog rode.
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