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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
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Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
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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 bad to Primum. Dead languages rock. And from now on you will recieve absolutely nothing in the way of story updates until I conclude an entire chapter. So let it be written, so let it be done. (The one who can trace that quote to its origens, ie:movie, character, actor, will receive a prize.) And now the thrilling conclusion of whatever chapter number it is that we're up to now.
“That’s right, Captain.”
“We’ve got to contact Reach security, there’s a shooter out there!” Simmons was flabbergasted that this man could just sit and smoke while a sniper shoots outside and four ODSTs storm inside.
“I know. The shooter is one of my men. I just wanted to make sure you met me here.”
“I think we deserve an explanation, Petty Officer.” This man was probably off his rocker, and Simmons wanted his story before he had his men cuff and bind him.
“By all means. There is going to be a war Captain. A big one. The biggest one mankind had ever known, and you’re going to be on the forefront. The Spartans are the UNSC’s greatest asset, and you are the Spartan’s greatest asset. I wanted to see how sharp you really are, and I see here you even managed to fight my redirection of the drop pods. That took skill most people don’t have.” Mendez had begun messing with a data pad, casual as you please. “Your record is superb, and your men are were all hand picked for the ODST program, which, according to your personal logs, you correctly recognized as one of Dr. Halsey’s pet projects. I’m impressed Captain. And I’ve been impressed by very few people in my life. Doctor Catherine Halsey, Lieutenant Jacob Keyes, seventy-five young children who exceeded my every expectation, and yourself. These people may well decide the fate of mankind. Whenever you can, protect and aid these people. That is your mission. For your men, the Marine Corps, the UNSC, and everyone and everything you hold dear, keep these people close to you. If you do this, humanity will owe you a debt of gratitude.” Then the Chief put out his cigar, stood up, and put out his hand. Simmons took it, and they shook once. “Good luck Captain.”
With that, Mendez shook the hands of each of Simmons’ men and left the room. The ODST’s followed the Chief outside, where he had arranged for a Pelican. Simmons’ keen eyes noticed a rifle in the dark recesses of the passenger bay, and attached to it was a familiar face. Silva. Apparently he was as deep in Black Ops as Simmons now. Good for him, Simmons thought. Mendez took off with a wave to the Marines, and they were left alone in the field. Simmons returned the wave, as Fiurah ran up behind him.
“Hey, we found you. We got a call from HighCom that your pods had malfunctioned. Sorry it took so long to get here.” Fiurah was eager to hear the story, but Simmons was eager to sleep. He shrugged the Corpsman off with a wave, not even noticing how crestfallen Fiurah was at being dismissed. He would have to make it up to him later.
“Lieutenant Puller, let’s get ‘em home.” With that, the group headed back to base.
[Edited on 5/28/2006]