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Subject: The Forgotten Spartan-Chapter Twelve, part 1, after considerable delay
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Well, MC is like Fifty in Halo CE, and he was a one man fortress world killing machine. I figure with the augmentation, Simmons will have something in the tanks by the time The Battle for Reach rolls around.

Now here's what happens next:

“Quite beautiful, aren’t they?” In a flash Simmons had drawn and leveled the silenced MA2B he was issued for this operation. Aside from the knife sheathed to his calf, it was his only weapon, and he was hesitant to expend any of its precious ammo. Instead of an enemy soldier, a man of considerable age stood before him with a cane. He was clearly at one time a man among men, easily six and a half feet tall and his frame showed signs of having once been stacked to the brim with muscle.
“Who are you?” Simmons asked, though in his heart he knew the answer already.
“I’m a lot of things to a lot of people. To the General that sent you here, I’m that old pain in the ass. To you and the people of the Thatcher colony, I’m ol’ Mathias the hermit. To Dr. Catherine Halsey, I’m a friend.”
“You know Doctor Halsey?”
“I’m the one that first put the idea of a pinpoint strike force into her head. Which brings us back to business. If you’ve got half a brain this whole op’s been weird to you. Here’s why. I wanted one more op before I die, Doctor Halsey wanted to test her suit and get you a teacher, and Major James Ackerson wants this installation destroyed. What I’m supposed to teach you in three hours, I don’t know, but Catherine never does anything without something in mind. As for Ackerson, it was his assignment to get rid of this place without making it an obvious UNSC job, and he figured he’d try to kill you off in the process.”
“What do I have to do with it?”
“Kid, you’re in this thing up to your eyeballs. Your best chance is to do this thing well, so the brass gets used to the idea of a one man strike team blowing crap up.”
“Ok, we’re getting off track, where are the explosives?”
“I’ve got ‘em right here.” With that he opened up his overcoat and revealed some 15 kgs of plastic explosive. “Don’t worry, if you know where to put ‘em, it’ll be enough to do the job.”
“I suppose you know the place?”
“Yep. Lets get started.”
The pair walked another three kilometers southwest to the fringes of the rebel base’s security. “Now, a history lesson. In 2517, the commander of the UNSC Thatcher colony turned tail. He woke up one day, changed all the flags and said that was that. His second in command, along with half the people here didn’t like that, and they fought until the colony was split down the middle. Four years ago I was commissioned to observe the rebel faction of the colony and find a weakness we could exploit. We wanted to make it look like they crumbled internally instead of being brutally put down, you see. Well, a month ago I found the spot they were looking for and they dropped me the explosives and told me to expect you. Now, all you gotta do is sneak past one hundred and thirty four guards between you and the fuel cache. I’ve done a lot of ops in my day, but none so crazy as this. I hope that fancy suit is as good as it looks. This is where we part company. Good luck kid.”

  • 03.13.2006 2:26 PM PDT

"I hope nothing, I fear nothing, I am free"
"A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free." - Nikos Kazantzakis
"The ink of the scholar is more holy than the blood of martyrs" - Hasan al-Basri
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Hoo rah!

MC is 42 in 2552 i think, so simmons must be at least 10 years older... either way, with the augmentations hed still be alright, but starting to go past his prime, eyesight, reflexes etc starting to decline, though it would be a significantly long time before he was back to being 'normal' so he might be the same as a 20 year old man at the age of 70... the boy could be fighting at 100 for all we know :p

god bless the future, and god bless Rainman! :D

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  • 03.13.2006 3:16 PM PDT
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Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

My theory exactly. Besides, he could always be promoted to General or something. (Hint Hint.) Just remember my hints aren't always true.

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Good story I really like it.
Well I guess I was wrong. Owell, its good to hear when your wrong so you can learn from your mistakes i guess.

[Edited on 3/13/2006]

  • 03.13.2006 5:54 PM PDT
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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

What were you wrong about?

  • 03.14.2006 3:12 AM PDT
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SWEET

"Light Fuse Run Away!"

  • 03.14.2006 8:39 AM PDT
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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

Yes yes, "Light Fuse Run Away" time is coming soon. Be patient and post repeatedly about how patient you are. Our activity isn't too great. Not that its anyone's fault.

  • 03.14.2006 11:46 AM PDT

"I hope nothing, I fear nothing, I am free"
"A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free." - Nikos Kazantzakis
"The ink of the scholar is more holy than the blood of martyrs" - Hasan al-Basri
Black Chapter, for all religious and political debate that doesn't fit in the Flood.

Aww come on... simmons cant be a paper pushing general... i thought he was in the navy? eh either way, colonel is better ^_^

light fuse and run like hell... my favourite part of a petrol bomb... hehe...

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  • 03.14.2006 12:45 PM PDT
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I was wrong about the ages of the spartans and simmons age. Thats okay though nobody's perfect.

[Edited on 3/14/2006]

  • 03.14.2006 1:21 PM PDT
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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

And then Simmons was left alone again. The idea was to not get seen. The brick wall was about eight feet tall, so Simmons hoped to jump up and see what he could see. He jumped up and soon realized he had actually jumped clean over the wall. He scrambled for cover on the other side and soon he was up against a shed. His motion tracker recorded one contact maybe two meters away, making his rounds. Simmons readied himself and as soon as the man rounded the corner of the shed, a green flash of lightning had pulled him in and before he had his neck snapped his assassin realized the force of the blow had already done the job. Since he realized his position was secure, Simmons tried to recall the layout of the base. Even as he racked his brains, the very map appeared on his HUD. This new suit was looking better all the time. After surveying the map for a route, he decided the best course of action was to take out the sniper in the guard post and make a run for the fuel depot. His bag contained an optic probe that connected to his helmet, and even linked to his firing reticule. After snaking the probe around the corner he fired a silent three round burst. Simmons had shot a man two hundred meters away, without ever setting eyes on him.
He immediately pulled out the probe and secured it in his bag. Then he ran faster than any human being had ever run, thanks to the suit and the augmentations, and reached the depot in a time that would make an Olympic sprinter ashamed. Regretfully, the sniper in the post fell forward rather than backward, falling five meters out of the tower to the ground. This called attention to the green flash running amok and one guard managed to get a three round burst off. Simmons realized he’d been hit, and waited for the pain, but it never came. The new armor totally absorbed the shot, which was more than Simmons could have hoped for.
As soon as he reached the fuel tanks, Simmons deployed the explosives, and ran for the nearest stretch of wall. He jumped clean over the gates and fired a few shots to cover his escape. An old M-10 LRV ‘Pig’ came blazing around the corner to chase the intruder. Simmons considered this a secondary concern to the eminent explosion. Only the guards who were eager enough to chase Simmons escaped the fireball that engulfed the majority of the base. Three of them were rewarded in their efforts with bullets from the MA2B the lone Marine was firing. Now it was just Simmons and the two men in the LRV. The old machine gun fired just as the ODST took a square position and fired his weapon. Both the gunner and the Marine were hit, but only one was wearing an experimental suit of body armor. The driver bugged out, which left Simmons free to turn tail before reinforcements arrived. A quick six-kilometer jog put Simmons in the LZ and, as promised, a Pelican and two Longswords flew in fast and hot to the LZ, only to find there was nothing to shoot. It was a fast ascent and the expected anti aircraft fire never came.

  • 03.15.2006 3:28 AM PDT

"Not really. They eat their wounded."
"Just like chiropractors!" Caboose - funny -blam!-

"If god is love, then you can call me cupid" Sarge.

Whispering marine - "you'll give away our position!"
sarge - "I'll do as i damn well please!" (kills grunt with sniper rifle)
elites rule, MCs r cool

More, More, More.

  • 03.15.2006 9:14 AM PDT
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Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

Trust me, it'll come. Oh, and while I'm thinking of stuff, if you like Red vs Blue or you think you owe me a favor, please visit Blood Gulch . Thanks.

[Edited on 3/15/2006]

  • 03.15.2006 2:25 PM PDT
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O man! I cant wait for the rest.

  • 03.15.2006 3:29 PM PDT
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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

Once safely on board the Atlas again, Simmons expected to have the clumsy suit taken off so could sleep. He couldn’t have been more wrong. The suit was taken off by a more than excited Tlumack, who couldn’t help asking numerous questions about the suit’s function. Then there was a lengthy debriefing and the General demanded that Simmons smoke a cigar with him. By 0200 hours, Simmons was just making his way back to his bunk. As he was changing into his PT shorts and looking forward to the forty-eight hours of liberty he was promised, a voice behind him startled him into falling over and knocking his knee.
“You did well Lieutenant.”
“You don’t have much in the way of social skills, do you doctor?” he said with a grimace.
“I don’t find it a problem. Your performance today was better than expected, since most of the people involved expected you to die. Still, you did manage to get shot. Twice. Though the armor took the hits. You may have realized everyone here in the world of black ops has an agenda, and I came to assure you that mine is to ensure your safety. Well, at least I’ll do what I can. My prime objective is to ‘secure the stability of the UNSC’, and that’s why I started the Spartan program. The Spartan II’s will be an ideal strike force and hopefully they can prevent civilian casualties. You, on the other hand are one man. I didn’t plan it that way, but it may be for the best. Your successors are young, and they operate best as a team. Only John and Linda seem to have the capacity for operating at full effectiveness alone. You, however seem to savor your solitude. With your success today the brass will, in all probability, want you to conduct similar missions from time to time. Just think about what you learned today, and I have faith you’ll be fine. Goodbye Lieutenant.”
“Goodbye ma’am.” And with that, the good doctor made her exit. Simmons noted, for perhaps the thousandth time, how elegant Dr. Catherine Halsey could be when she wanted to. With that thought, the tired Marine was allowed to drift to sleep.

  • 03.16.2006 3:13 AM PDT
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this keeps getting better and better keep it up man
oh and thanks for PMing most of it to me

  • 03.16.2006 8:24 AM PDT
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Regretfully, the sniper in the post fell forward rather than backward, falling five meters out of the tower to the ground.

HaHa SPLAT

Seriously Though .. Keep It Up .. Great Reading!!

  • 03.16.2006 9:54 AM PDT
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pm me when you get done

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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

Posted By: camoflage: pm me when you get done

You guys should just copy and paste it to a Word document. It looks better that way. If you insist on having it PMed to you, PM me a request. Just keep in mind its a tedious process that prevents me from writing more of the actual story.

  • 03.16.2006 11:47 AM PDT
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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

Chapter 13
0600 Hours, April 28, 2525(Military Calendar)/
UNSC Carrier Atlas, on patrol in the Lambda Serpentis system

“Ma’am, you realize its 6 am and I’m on liberty, right?” Doctor Halsey seemed to have taken an officer’s quarters on the ship, and a high-ranking officer at that.
“I appreciate the time, and how precious it is to you. I brought you here to tell you a few things. Firstly, you really helped the Spartan II’s with their training, and I would appreciate your obliging me again on occasion. As such, you and your unit have been reassigned to Reach permanently. When the Spartan II’s go on a mission, you men will be following them. You are, in effect, on Spartan duty. I want your men to be the best unit in the Marine Corps, since you’ll be backing up the best unit in the Navy. When the Spartans need to train with a Marine unit in support that will be your men by their sides. Other units will be used as adversary units; your men will only ever be friendlys. I want the Spartans to associate with you as an extension of their unit. Are your men up to it?”
“Of course ma’am. What kind of training are we looking at? What kind of missions?”
“Anything and everything Lieutenant. Your men have to be as versatile as the Spartans themselves. I’m attempting to acquire men to reinforce your platoon, and if all this works out, you will be promoted. As soon as we get back to Reach, we’ll finally get to see if the Spartan project was worthwhile.”
“Ok ma’am. I’m really looking forward to it. Anything else?”
“Let me see… oh yes, the missions. The Spartans will be a pinpoint strike force; your men will be their backup. If you engage in unit-to-unit fighting, it means the mission is going south. You should teach your men a considerable deal more field medicine than usual. I’ll help you with that. That should be all for now Lieutenant. Thank you for your time.”
As the Doctor showed Simmons out, he realized life was gonna get tougher before it got better. He planned it out in his head: three days with the unit, three days with the Spartans, one day R&R. He sat down at his computer and sent a message to O’Donnell and Dominique to get the men on the best physical fitness regime in the Corps. He started booking ranges in advance for training and he acquired as much new gear as his clearance would allow. Drops were expensive, so they couldn’t practice that, but they could practice insertion by Pelicans, and Simmons saw the squadron working the field next to them was the Twenty Third. ‘That’s my brother’s unit.’ Simmons thought. ‘That’ll be great, but it might cause trouble.’ He was actually looking forward to seeing his brother again despite the problems it might cause. ‘No, wait, they’ll be gone before I get back. Oh well, crisis averted.’ It seemed the Twenty Third was operating off the cruiser Pillar of Autumn. What a crappy name.


[Edited on 3/16/2006]

  • 03.16.2006 3:18 PM PDT
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sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
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Nobody liked the Pillar of Autumn reference?

  • 03.17.2006 6:47 AM PDT
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Pillar of Autumn. What a crappy name.

Those Were My First Thoughts ..

Dude .. C'mon Keep It Up ..

  • 03.17.2006 8:44 AM PDT
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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

I thought it was a funny joke. I'm working on the next part, so it should be out soon enough.

  • 03.17.2006 1:40 PM PDT
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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

0600 Hours, May 4, 2525(Military Calendar)/ Epsilon Eridani System, UNSC Military Reservation 01478-B, planet Reach

“Painland” had practically become home to Simmons’ men since the time he arrived back on Reach. They had trained on every conceivable squad based weapon in the UNSC arsenal, and a few some rebel factions were using. The fitness regimen was enough to get even Simmons sweating at times, and only Dominique seemed to be taking it in stride. The LT had been back just four days, and each one resulted in every member of the team collapsing on the ground. On this particular morning, Simmons patrolled the area directly behind the shooters and listened to the squad Sergeants shout orders and insults. What the men didn’t know is that the shooting was just the beginning today. They were going to start working on the Warthogs today, and O’Donnell said he was really looking forward to it.
“Alright ladies, let’s get going for the depot, it’s just a quick six mile jog,” As the statement started, the men cheered the LT for idea of using the vehicles and resting their weary feet, but their method of travel to the depot was met with considerable discord. “First things first, put on the MILES gear.” The only voice that could pierce the deafening groans that followed was Dominique’s.
“Sir, that gear weighs eighteen pounds and the men are fully loaded already,” he said, with sincere concern for the men entrusted to him.
“I’m aware of the weight of the gear Sergeant, we need to practice with it, and when it’s gone, you thank me.” Little did they know there was a combat exercise planned, and it was to be the first time 89th Drop Jet Platoon (Reinforced) would support the Spartans in a combat situation.
After the “quick jog”, the men spent five minutes drinking water and fighting over who would get which Warthog, with the drivers analyzing every feasible aspect, including paint jobs and numbers. Simmons waited for them to finish, then assigned them to the Warthogs on the other side of the depot, which were also equipped with the MILES gear. Before the men had time to think about what all this simulation gear could mean, Simmons gave the word to go. After a mile, the roads ended and the Marines were on open fields next to Reach’s famous forests. Simmons was reminded of the Midwest back on Earth. The green rolling grass covered the green rolling hills and blew softly in the wind. The trees formed a giant oval around the field, and if Simmons hadn’t known what was coming, he would have stopped to enjoy the scenery. Tango Company’s barracks were just a mile to the northwest, and Simmons was wary of irregular movements in the trees. He was expecting the Spartans at any moment, and he didn’t have to wait long.

  • 03.19.2006 4:54 AM PDT

"I hope nothing, I fear nothing, I am free"
"A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free." - Nikos Kazantzakis
"The ink of the scholar is more holy than the blood of martyrs" - Hasan al-Basri
Black Chapter, for all religious and political debate that doesn't fit in the Flood.

W00t! regular upadates ftw!

hehe nerdyness aside, great updates, its cool how hes working with the spartans.

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Nice. I'm lovn it. Can't wait till' next update.
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  • 03.19.2006 11:03 AM PDT