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Part.4
The UNSC destroyer Apocalypse coasted through slipspace, heading towards harvest from Earth, running towards a suicide mission. Everyone knew it, but it was for Earth, for home. ODST fire team Razor resided in their bunks, playing cards and drinking. Everything was normal, until their door opened.
In walked a six foot tall man. He was thin, but built. His face was covered with a black mask, and he wore black fatigues. A combat vest was strapped to his chest, and a sidearm holstered on his leg. Mirrored glasses covered his eyes. The ODSTs stared at him as he threw his duffel onto an unoccupied bunk. One of the Hell Jumpers stood up, "Hey, punk, you're on my bed."
Another of the ODST put his face in his hands, "Jesus Christ Cody." The rest of them laughed or grinned.
The stranger turned his head towards Cody, "It doesn't have any of your possetions on it."
Cody took his helmet and threw it on to the bunk, "Now It does." The masked soldier walked towards the other bunk, but his ODST tormenter leaned on it, right in front of his path.
"These are the only two left."
"Yea, and both of em are mine." The Hell Jumpers burst into laughter, "Why don't you turn around and get the hell outa our bunk room."
"I was ordered to stay here."
"Does it look like I care?"
"The Captain's orders override anything you command me to do."
Cody shoved him, "Nah, I think you'll leave now."
"Please refrain from touching me."
Cody shoved him again, "And what if I don't?" None of the ODSTs objected to the harassment, only smiled in amusement.
"I will ask you again, please don't touch me."
The ODST grinned wickedly, "Well, if you're guna hang with us, I'll just have to do the initiation. He opened a large switchblade, and grabbed the stranger, planning to make an obscene scar on him. Instead, the soldier slammed Cody's head into the metal frame of his bunk. The ODST's head was instantly obliterated.
"What the hell!?" Screamed one of the ODSTs. All of the black armored soldiers jumped towards the back of the room, knocking over chairs and spilling poker chips onto the floor, "What are you!?"
The man didn't answer. He simply turned, and walked towards the lavatory for a cloth to clean the blood off of the bunk's floor. When the door shut behind him, Sergeant Reynolds looked at his men, "None of you are to interact with him. That is an order. Just leave him be, and hope he gets court marshaled for taking Cody's head off."
The ODSTs were silent, "Yes sir." They said. They all replied softly, and not in unison as they always did. After an hour of no talking, the ships intercom crackled to life, "Strike team Razor, report to the bridge immediately. The soldiers were in total shock. They had never seen anyone do anything like that before. Reynolds was planning on asking a lot of questions. When he reached the bridge, Captain Holomer was leaning against the command post's railing.
Holomer turned to face the Hell Jumpers, "Well, I heard about your, first impression with our specialunit."
Reynolds squinted at the Captain, "Yeah. Now I'm not here to get yelled at, and I'm not here because you ordered it. I'm here to ask what the HELL was that!?"
"That, Sergeant, was an ONI Shade."
"Shade?"
"Look, that's irrelevant right now."
"Irrelevant my ass! What the hell is that thing?"
"Calm down Sergeant."
"How about you shut it Cap, I want that bastard court marshaled for killing one of my men!"
"That isn't an option."
"Why!"
"We need him. Look, the spooks gave us a present, and we are going to use it. He is nothing more than a toy, expendable, just like you Sergeant."
Reynolds scowled at the Captain's threat, "He better be out of my bunk in two days, or he's a dead man." Behind the Sergeant, lines of green that intersected dots pulsed in the shape of a human. The air rippled, revealing the Shade. It placed a heavy hand on Sergeant Reynolds' shoulder.
The ODST looked at the Shade's gloves, cut off at the fingers. Its skin was a sickening grey. "Get offa me freak!"
The Shade's posture suggested he was confused, "Judging by our first encounter, I assumed your faction is accustomed to random physical contact, I was merely attempting to blend into your faction to increase your fire team's comfort level."
Reynolds jaw hung open. In an instant, he had pounced upon the Shade, but was caught but his men before he could deliver a solid punch, "Let go! It isn't normal! It's not human!" The Sergeant was dragged off the bridge by the rest of the Hell Jumpers.
Captain Holomer sighed, "I'm sorry about that."
"There is no need to apologize Captain. Perhaps I had a bit of an extreme response to the attack."
"Eh, we have too many of those idiots on this ship anyway." He expected the Shade to laugh, or at least smile, but it did no such thing. Holomer was disturbed by the lack of emotion it possessed. "Uh, you aredismissed."
"Yes sir." The Shade left the bridge, and returned to the bunk room. He decided to go to sleep, seeing nothing else to do. The Hell Jumpers stared as he pulled off his black mask. White hair fell half way down his neck. His facial features were very defined. The Shade had red eyes. The black pupils in the middle seemed to pierce right through anyone he looked at.
The soldier would have been good looking if it wasn't for his numerous scars positioned almost everywhere on his body. They were black as night. Obvious bullet wounds were scattered here and there. His general appearance was disturbing. One would wonder how he wasn't dead.
A friendlier ODST approached his as the Shade sat on his bed, crossed his legs, and began to read a book on hand to hand combat. The hell jumper sat down next to him, "Hey man, I'm really sorry about, well, today."
"That is not necessary."
"Oh, cool." The soldier decided to strike up a conversation. He decided to go with something that would relate to any male, "So what do you think about the chicks around her bro?"
"Please clarify."
"You think they're hot?"
"The entire ship seems to be at room temperature, with the exception of the engine room. So I doubt that their body temperatures are above average." The Shade replied, completely oblivious to the ODST's suggestions.
"No, I mean do you think they are attractive."
The Shade thought for a moment, "I have not acknowledged that."
The ODST was dumbfounded, oh my god..."think that the Ensign on the bridge has a nice pair. You saw her, whadaya think?"
"If you are attempting to converse about mating , I will tell you I have no orientation."
"So, are you like, bi?"
"I am not attracted to females or males. My dedication is to the UNSC only." Through the entire conversation, the shade hadn't looked up from his book once.
The ODST stood up and began to walk away. Then he paused, and turned, "You really need to get laid soldier." The Shade finally raised his head at the ODST, then returned to his studies.
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Eve's eyes slowly opened. She heard footsteps in the hallway, "Victor?" Nobody replied, but the footsteps continued. Now it sounded like multiple people approaching. Eve became frightened, and her fear was confirmed when two tall, and slender aliens walked through the doorway. One wore shining gold armor, the other was clad in black.
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Al'Katal stared into her eyes and grinned, "This is the one, Zemala."
Zemala, was overtaken with a sense of honor, honor he would soon be showered with, "Yes, Zealot, She will do."
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Eve heard them make strange noises back and forth. The one in gold approached. A glowing needle was in its hand. She tried to run, but the second alien grabbed her. The needle entered her arm. In a moment, everything was black.
[Edited on 10.21.2009 7:19 PM PDT]