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"HALO URGENCY"
Part I: Prologue
Chapter 2: Veterans
Every day was the same.
Sunday through Saturday, week after week; now for 3 months.
At dawn, the bells would ring, and every cabin would wake at Fort St. Michael in New Dehli, India on Earth. A three-mile jog occurred next through swamps and forests. The Marine Drill Instructor then barked out the orders to split into the already determined squads.
Squad number three, as it had been for a quarter of a year, consisted of: David Patrick Fischer, Carson Xavier Martinson, and Marcus Derek Condran. These three comrades fought together during the entire duration of training.
This was their last day of combat exercise.
The last day of the blood, sweat, and tears of Marine Training in the United Nations Marine Corps.
For the last 92 days, each Apprentice became skilled in the art of combat. During the first 31 days, the then Recruits of the camp, went through basic weapon training and battle protocol. After that first month, every Recruit still walking was promoted to Apprentice. After the promotion, more intense and vigorous training began for the next month. This included emergency actions and shooting maneuvers. By that time, a good amount of the apprentices on Fort St. Michael had quit or killed themselves. Walking around the camp, it was no surprise to see empty bunks or ropes hanging from the ceiling. None of the administrators ever tried to stop them.
As the Drill Instructor Mahdi always said, "Those Covenant bastards don't care what you do, so I won't either!"
The third month of training was all battle simulations against holograms and ... each other. Many died during this time, including Drill Instructor Mahdi's own son, Paul. He was ruthless for the rest of the month. If you flinched in line, Mahdi would take you into a hut, minutes later walk out bloody, and no one would ever see you again. Whoever made it through this, this "Era of Demons" as it was called by the Enlistees, was definitely Military bound and ready.
Today's last exercise was a full combat situation with rubber bullets, usually used as riot control. In the forest, each squad took up their posts. There were five squads in all, and Mahdi was stationed at the control room, watching every move.
Fischer assumed the lead of squad number three, armed with the BR55HB SR Battle Rifle, and Martinson carried the power weapons and explosives such as the WAV M6 GGNR Spartan Laser. Finally, Condran took up a point on a peak of the hill with his SRS99D-S2 AM Sniper Rifle, loaded and ready.
Fischer and Martinson advanced in the bushes and came across squad number one walking across their path. David Fischer made a fist letting Martinson and Condran know to stop and focus.
"I got the one in the back," said Marcus.
"I'll get the middle one," replied David, finger resting on the Battle Rifle trigger.
That left the leading enemy to Carson. He pulled out and M9 HE-DP Rubber Fragmentation Grenade. A man of few words, he needed no orders.
"One... Two... Three... Fire!" commanded David Patrick Fischer. Condran shot and the following soldier fell, dazed. Fischer fired simultaneously, three rubber bullets striking the enemy in the helmet. He fell with a soft thud. The leader, turned around, confused. He was holding his MA5C ICWS Assault Rifle at the ready, but squad number three was unseen in the bushes. Carson had already tossed his grenade, right in between the enemy's legs.
"Oh... SHIIIIT!!!" yelled the Apprentice. He tried to run, but couldn't escape the five meter "kill" radius. He yelled and fell on the forest ground, stunned by the pain.
"Move out." stated Fischer, Condran jumped down from his vantage point and followed his squad.
They followed the edges of the trail, watching around them. Marcus Condran, decided to converse.
"This should be a breeze, guys. Right?" No one answered him; David in his focus, and Carson in his personality.
"Okay..." said Marcus, returning to attention. Then, suddenly, squad number four, as it said on their shoulder pieces, turned the corner and was face to face with squad three. Squad four fired immediately, and Carson and David rolled to the side of the trail. Condran was frozen, and rubber pain ravaged against his body.
He fell without a sound. He dazed off hearing faintly the yells of his comrades...
He dazed back to three and a half months ago. Marcus was straight out of high school, Carson three years older, and David two years older than him. They were going to enlist as Marines in the U.N.S.C.M.C. They were each going for different reasons.
Marcus Derek Condran was going to be a Marine because he was a patriot. He wanted to defend his planet and his entire civilization. The Covenant was trying to take away their freedom, Condran wasn't going to let them do that. His father, Jason Michael Condran, was a Marine though fought in The Third Battle of Harvest and returned as a hero when Marcus was only ten. Marcus watched Marines train at Fort McHenry in Baltimore, Maryland, U.S.A.; his hometown. This was his destiny, this was his career.
David was enlisting for patriotic pride as well as something else. Revenge. His father, Daniel Peter Fischer, fought with Preston Cole's fleet at The Second Battle of Harvest. The U.N.S.C. won, but Daniel Fischer was among the fatalities. David swore an oath to himself, that he would set out to destroy the Covenant Armada. No matter what he could do, he would always be a soldier to kill.
No one knew why Carson enlisted. He was just a silent force. No one asked any questions either. He did what he was old and what should be done, without acknowledgement. But he always has your back.
Marcus slowly came back to consciousness to the sounds of his mates patching him up with his own medical kits. While he was out, David popped off a tri-shot with the Battle Rifle dropping one out of the three squad number four enemies. Carson took out his Assault Rifle and sprayed down one of the attackers. He then rushed the last enemy while he was shooting at David and Carson beat him down with the Spartan Laser to the face. Now the duo was bringing Marcus out.
Since there were five squads total, that left two enemy squads left. Mahdi spoke over the Communication Channel and said that squad number two was defeated, so all that remained was squad number five.
As the squad continued, they walked with extra caution. On the line was graduating first of the Apprentices, bragging rights, and most of all... pride. Silently, the soldiers of squad number five each walked slowly behind their target. Next, without warning, each squad five member grabbed each squad three member with a chokehold. David, Marcus, and Carson all had a "knife" to their neck.
"Surrender and we'll let you live," said squad five's leader in a coarse voice. That was never going to happen, not even considered as an option, there was too much depending on this simulation. There was an unspoken plan between Fischer, Condran, and Martinson. Suddenly, Carson whirled around and took the knife from the attacker, he then stabbed the enemy and he fell, "wounded." Simultaneously, Condran turned around and smacked his attacker with the butt of the Sniper. Fischer's enemy surrendered and dropped to his knees, pleading.
"Please, please don't shoot! I'll go away, just don't shoot!"
David and Marcus holstered their weapons. But, Carson Xavier Martinson was a ruthless opportunist. He didn't care what anybody said, and without any word to his fellow soldiers, he unholstered his M6G Pistol, cocked the hammer, help it up to the Prisoner's cranium. With the prisoner pleading, Carson put his finger on the trigger. His face was stern with no sign of kindness. The prisoner pleaded in tears and David lunged for the gun, but he was too late. The trigger was pressed and the Magnum .44 fired. The rubber bullet smacked against the Marine's eyepiece, shattering it. The rubber bullet hit his eye and embedded into it. Blood splattered onto Carson's face, his eyes unblinking. The relentlessness of Carson had taken another victim, or at least his eye.
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"Part I: Chapter 2: Veterans" will be continued onto the next post. Continue reading. Thanks.
[Edited on 06.23.2009 5:18 PM PDT]