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Subject: The Phantom of the Soldier
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"If something is easy, broken, cheap or can be abused, majority of the population will support it as a legit and or skilled concept/idea. Whatever people like and or love, they will thrive on it because no matter how broken it maybe, they do not like change."

Death was everywhere when I went inside the Zanzibar Hotel. Inside, looked more like a tombstone than a lofty hallway. Bodies of Grunts, Elites and Jackals laid everywhere along the dim lit hallway. The coagulation of their blood meant something more terrible than a battle rifle shot to their cranium. As I walked out the other end of the Hotel, I noticed an Ivory Tower just across the street with Alpha Squad posted inside of it. All that was left of my squad was me and a pouch full of dog tags waiting for a sanctuary for their final resting place.

Their commanding officer approached me and debriefed the situation in three quick sentences. It was now clear that this was our UNSC turf, but we have to fight here and bring containment to the outspread of the Covenant threat.

Their commanding officer approached me and debriefed the situation in three quick sentences. It was now clear that this was our UNSC turf, but we have to fight here and bring containment to the outspread of the Covenant threat.

I had been posted in the building next to Alpha squad. As I sat next to a shattered window on the second floor, I laid my eyes on a Waterworks Co. water container. I had forgotten my thirst for sometime now and now realized the need for it. I got up off the crate and walked over to the dusty container. The floor creaked and cracked, for the foundation of the building seemed to have almost reached its peak in its state.

The ground shook as Phantoms thundered the sky over the area. Almost immediately I gripped my battle rifle and crouched next to the wall. I was so close to tasting water, but war is upon us soon. Three phantoms covered in the sky as I peered out the window for a glimpse of the situation, the midship had departed all of its battle crew then the other two followed. The building that I laid low in towered closely to the left Phantom. I had a crazy strategic idea that might work if executed perfectly. Time was running out and I hastily decided to go for it.

My heart pounded twice as fast as normal as I ran across the room and planted my right foot firmly on the window sill for a split second to have the right jump ascension onto the ship.
My body felt heavy but the jump was short enough for an O D S T soldier to land inside the opening where the Grunt handled the plasma cannon. My body rolled into the ship as the Grunt quickly turned around and yelled with a squeaky voice: Intruder!

With my rifle still in my hand, I quickly head butted the Grunt off the ship. The sound of the Grunt faded quickly as other voices arose from the ground. My instinct we're to ignore the chaotic voices from groundside and focus on the task at hand. My eyes quickly spotted a terminal as I looked around for any communication devices. Weird symbols flashed blue then purple making a mechanical sound. I knew very well I was lockout of the system and I had to make sure this ship does not make it back.

The door behind me opened making a very crisp sliding sound. Almost instantaneously my hand gripped my battle rifle and I quickly turn to face my foe. The elongation of his neck immediately captures my attention. An Elite, with white and silver colored Armor. The Elite quickly let out a battle cry as he energized his sword that he carried in his left hand. I had no other option but to fight him head on. I had strafed what little space of the wall behind me to gain as much distance as I could against the Elite. He closed in on my slowly making a chuckle of a laugh as I searched for a plasma grenade along my waist. I felt a round shaped device on the right side of my waist. My hands shook and I grabbed the grenade and activated it.

With the sword held in front of him he charged at me with his full speed. With not a moment to waste, I quickly dived towards the plasma cannon and stuck the Elite with the plasma grenade on his left shoulder. He exclaimed at the pain as the explosion blew apart of the deck off. My hands held onto the floor of the ship as my body hangs from the ship. The Phantom tipped sideways a little bit due to the explosion as what was left of the elite slowly fell out of the ship and dropped into the backwash of the waters.

I looked under the ship to grasp a good sense of my location. My eyes quickly spotted a burial mounds and a colossus of a ship. Using all my strength I climbed back up the half destroyed deck of the ship. My eyes noted the desolation of the ship which calmed my thoughts. The ship still soared through the skies which did not change my plans to destroy this Phantom. Through the door I treaded slowly to the drop room where all the Elite and Grunts would depart the ship. My eyes caught something embedded on the front wall, a few symbols in golden color that most likely had a significant meaning. Using my portable translator I quickly decipher its meaning. "Gemini", an interesting name for such a small ship that served only as a transport.

As I approached the front of the ship, I heard two voices chattering with one another. I looked at my ammo and my grenades to make sure I had enough for another confrontation. Two fragmentation grenades and one plasma grenade with a full clip of Battle rifle Ammo. I paced myself back away from the cockpit door and squeezed the trigger twice to alert the pilots.
Moments later the door begun to open as the voices became clearer. Using the frag grenades, I quickly threw them into the corridor as the door opened. The explosion rocked the ship as I aim and shot at both Elites.

They grunted weak sounds as death filled their veins. The Phantom had become unstable and arced downwards for a crash. I gazed into the cockpit and spotted out the window of the pilot's seat a headlonged UNSC ship. I tumbled onto my back as the ship quickly spiraled downwards. As the ship rocked back and forth, I made my way back to the plasma cannon deck and gripped onto the ripped floor. I lifted my body out the ship with my hands holding onto the deck once more. With my left hand I grabbed my last grenade, armed it and threw it onto one of the engines on the back of the Phantom.

After my fingers let go of the alienated relic known as a "Phantom", my descent into the waters of the African Ocean was relieving and relaxing. It had felt like the weight of the world had been taken off my shoulders for those few moments. The work I had done today might of been questionable by nature, but I did enough to have one less operational Covenant ship on my home: Earth.

[Edited on 03.03.2009 5:14 PM PST]

  • 02.28.2009 10:14 PM PDT
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Very nice.

I hate to be the one to tell you but in the last paragraph you spelt "shoulders" wrong

  • 03.02.2009 6:15 PM PDT
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"If something is easy, broken, cheap or can be abused, majority of the population will support it as a legit and or skilled concept/idea. Whatever people like and or love, they will thrive on it because no matter how broken it maybe, they do not like change."

Thanks, =] I always welcome any tips or advice or any notices about spelling errors.

  • 03.03.2009 12:38 AM PDT

Really good man. Great story.

  • 03.03.2009 1:31 AM PDT

Meow?

wow i wanna read more about this guy the story is epic your a great storywriter keep writing =] btw i hate doin this lol u spelt grenade wrong about twice.

  • 03.03.2009 11:59 AM PDT
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"If something is easy, broken, cheap or can be abused, majority of the population will support it as a legit and or skilled concept/idea. Whatever people like and or love, they will thrive on it because no matter how broken it maybe, they do not like change."

again, no problem half the reason why I post it on here is for comments and advice and tips =]

  • 03.03.2009 1:00 PM PDT
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"If something is easy, broken, cheap or can be abused, majority of the population will support it as a legit and or skilled concept/idea. Whatever people like and or love, they will thrive on it because no matter how broken it maybe, they do not like change."

uh I cant even post my story here. guh!

[Edited on 03.03.2009 5:28 PM PST]

  • 03.03.2009 5:27 PM PDT