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(It will make sense to those who haven't read the first.)



The sequel to the Spartan Four Project begins...


Tyson slowly opened his eyes as sunlight washed thorugh his window, illuminating small particles of dust as the drifted to the ground. The white curtains were illuminated and translucent as the rising sun bathed it in a golden light. He turned to the other side of his queen sized mattress, and poked Mariel's shoulder. "Wake me up later." She groaned.

"But don't you want to hear Lord Hood's pep talk to the UNSC?" Tyson said with a smile as he brought his lips up to Mariel's neck.

"No." Mariel replied with a long exhale.

"Yes you do." Tyson let his lips brush Mariel's neck.

"You can seduce me into getting out of bed. It works the other way around. Besides, you should be there. You're a journalist, aren't you?"

"One who has a beautiful girlfriend who he wants to sped as much time with her as he can."

"That was cringe worthy Tyson." Mariel opened her eyes, "Now you went and woke me up a-hole."

"I love you too," Tyson jumped out of bed, and headed for the kitchen, "Want coffee?"

"Iced," Mariel replied, "It's way too damn hot in this house."

Tyson went into the kitchen, and started to make coffee. Switching on the television he saw lord hood up on a podium. "Well, that's a face for radio." Tyson rubbed his eyes, and took a long, deep breath. He looked back at the screen, watching as Lord Hood leaned forward at the climax of his speech that would reunite the UNSC.

There was a loud crack, and a stream of white went through the old man's head. The bullet obliterated his skull sending bone and brains everywhere. "Sh1t!" Tyson shouted, his eyes widened, and he backed up against the counter. Mariel's iced coffee fell out of Tyson's hand, and splashed across the white tiled floor.

Mariel walked through the door in a bath robe, her light brown hair wet from the shower. She frowned as she looked down at the mess on the floor. "You dropped my coffee."

"I'm sorry honey, but you coffee is the least of our worries."

Mariel looked at the television. What she saw made her face go pale. "Oh god no." People were screaming and running. On the ground was a headless Lord Hood. The UNSC was no more.


Part 1: Aftermath.

Part 2: The New Guys.

[Edited on 07.03.2010 1:11 PM PDT]

  • 06.27.2010 4:24 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Aftermath (Prologue) {Sequel to Spartan Four Project}
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P.1



"Would you like to cut the umbilical sir?" The doctor asked Terry. The man looked down at his wife, and back up at the doctor, "Yes, I would." The doctor handed Terry a pair of sterilized scissors, and he severed the cord attaching his infant daughter to Saline.

Terry was in awe. Children were born every day, but it was still a miracle. He was lost his daughter's hazel eyes as he cradled her in his arms. He let the infant take one of his fingers in a tiny hand.

It let out a laugh. For what, Terry didn't know, but he loved the laugh. A smile spread across the man's face, and snapping out of his haze he handed the baby to Saline.

Saline put the baby down on her chest, it's head resting just below her neck. "She's beautiful."

"Do you have a name in mind?"

Saline looked at Terry who nodded. She tilted her head down so that she could see the top of her baby's head, and smiled. "Sheva."



Jane looked at Nick with saddened eyes. He was sitting on his couch in front of a blank TV screen. He didn't speak often, or move for that matter. Jane blamed it on the war. It had changed him, and drastically.

Nick was a light hearted man before he joined the Rangers. There was always something childish to him. The kids in the neighborhood would always ask him to play basketball with them. He filed the barbs off of his fish hooks so it would hurt the things he caught less when he released them. He didn't do anything now, and it hurt Jane to see it.

Jane walked into the room, turning on the lights. Nick squinted as his eyes adjusted. "Hey Nick."

"Hi." The reply was quiet and plain.

Jane sat down next to him. "Do you want anything specific for dinner?"

"It's alright, I'm not hungry."

"I'll make something just in case." Jane got up and went to the kitchen. She had been taking care of Nick for months. She wouldn't leave him. He needed someone.

The phone rang, and Jan picked it up. "Hello?"

Hey.

"Oh, hey Ashley."

Where are you?

"At Nick's."

I thought we talked about this Jane.

Jane turned her back to the kitchen counter and leaned on it. "I can't walk out on him Ash."

Walk out on him? You're not in any way committed to taking care of that man. I understand that he's a long time friend, but he's dragging you down with him. That's not fair.

"He's improving. Slowly, but he is." Jane knew what she was saying was a lie.

No he's not, and he never will.

"It's not so god damn simple!" Jane yelled, suddenly angry, "He doesn't do anything Ash. He sits and sits. He won't eat unless someone puts food in front of him and tells him too. He's lost pounds of muscle. If he had come home like this I wouldn't have even recognized him!"

He's using you so he can sit around!

"No he's not!" Jane grabbed the phone cord tightly, "Neither of us have any idea what he's been through."

I've seen plenty of people come back from war and have familly's, children, and normal lives.

"Not everyone's the same Ash." Jane hung up, and slouched down against the cupboards. Ashley was right about one thing. It wasn't good for Jane's mental health to take care of someone like Nick. She wouldn't have to for much longer. For the X-Ranger, the worst was yet to come.



Lord Terran rubbed his eyes. He had been hiding down in this ONI base since the assassination. Taking Lord Hood's place painted a big target on his head. The UNSC was nothing but Earth, Reach, and Harvest. It wasn't even the UNSC anymore, but they desperately clung to the title. There was little hope to rebuild, but they had to try.

Admiral Brooks sat down at the long table. It was just Terran and him, making the table seem all the more huge. "I've come up with an idea sir."

"Shoot." Terran said unenthusiastically.

"Well," The admiral put a manila folder down on the table, and pushed it over to Terran, "Our man on the inside reported that the assassin is Timothy Derricks, an insurrectionist survivor of Irindar."

"Wasn't this 'man on the inside' discovered, tortured, and killed?" Lord Terran asked with raised eyebrows.

Brooks cleared his throat nervously. "I believe so sir."

"Then he doesn't sound like a very good spy."

"Oh he is, or was. He had quite the field record, but as I was saying, Timothy Derricks is responsible for the assassination. He is also the current leader of the insurrection. I think that if we can catch him, and execute him in public-"

"Excuse me?"

"I know it sounds barbaric sir, but it has been done before. May I add it has also had positive results for boosting moral, trust, and faith in the UNSC."

"I find that hard to believe." Terran said, closing the folder.

"It's a show of power sir." Admiral Brooks said quickly, seeing the loss of interest from Terran, "If we do this people will see the power of the UNSC. This will make up for our inability to capture Eli Ackerson, and it will give us some credibility. Eli's suicide was an act of defiance sir, and act that told people the UNSC couldn't physically get a hold of him and bring him to justice."

"How are we going to catch him? You know we were unable to thaw the Spartan fours, and we will need the Master Chief to defend when the bloodshed begins.

"We're going to assemble a team of the very best, and one journalist."

Terran laughed. "One journalist?"

"Yes," Brooks confirmed, "To document the victory, and write something about the success that everyone will read."

"What makes you think he won't get shot?"

"The team will keep him safe."

"So you really think one team of humans can chase down the leader of the insurrectionists and take him out?"

"Men have done great things in the past," the admiral said, leaning forward on the glossy table, "Sergeant Johnson was practically super human. Sergeant Forge is a legend."

"If my memory serves me correctly, both of those men died in combat."

"That may be true-"

"It is true." Lord Terran said as he stood up, "You're wasting my time."

"Wait!" Brooks shouted desperately, "We have to give it a shot. Do you see any other option? We need the mass of our troops here. We can't afford to deploy battalions of men on a hunt."

Terran thought for a moment, then let out a long exhale. "A goose chase is what it is, but fine. Try it."

"You won't regret it sir." Admiral Brooks said as he stood up.

"I better not." Lord Terran exited the room, leaving the admiral to his thoughts.

  • 07.01.2010 9:19 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Spartan E18 (Part 1 Is Up!)
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P.2


Earth://New Los Angeles [Red Zone]

Pvt. James Miller//Rangers 1st Batallion: Squad-(Striker 2-1)


Buildings were burning, streets were covered in craters, and destroyed cars littered the city. There were still insurrectionists there. They were the last of their once great army. They were doomed, and they knew it. Now they just wanted to take as many people down with them as they could.

A scorpion tank fired off its cannon as it rolled by Private Miller, ringing his ears. Two SPNKR missiles slammed into the vehicle, and it exploded in a ball of fire. Miller was on his own. With a downed squad and no tank he might as well be dead.

The battle had been raging for months, and it was bloody. They could have just dropped a MAC round on the place, but they didn't want to turn it into a smoldering crater. Miller slid a clip into his DMR, and looked over the flipped car he was hiding behind.

The private saw four innies carefully moving through the street. One spotted him, and Miller fired. Four shots, four bodies. "This is Striker 2-1, my squad and our tank are down and I'm on my own. Does anyone read me?"

Rodger that Striker 2-1. This is Striker 2-4. We've got a lock on your position and are on out way. Sit tight.

"Thanks 2-4." Miller looked at the windows of the buildings around him. He had seen too many good men shot through the head by snipers. It wasn't Miller's ideal way to go. The Ranger checked the innies for ammo, and finding none he cursed under his breath. The next clip would be his last.

There was a loud crack, and a bullet struck the back of his vest. The plate cracked, but didn't break. Miller rolled onto the ground, spinning around at the same time. When he finished the roll he was on his knees with his gun leveled at his target. It was a lone insurrectionist. Miller shot the man in the neck, dropping him like a brick.

This is Striker 2-4! We are under heavy fire and need emideate assistance!

This is HQ to Striker 2-4. All squads are engaged. You're on your own for now./b]

"No they're not." Miller locked on to 2-4's position using HUD, and headed their way. Upon reaching the destination, he saw Striker 2-4 pinned down in the street, desperately hiding behind cars as bullets rained down from the hotel in front of them.

The Ranger hugged the side of the building, and slipped through the revolving doors. There was no power in the building, so Miller had to activate his night vision. Being as quiet as possible he crept through the lobby, keeping his head on a swivel.

Silently he crept up the stairs. The fire was coming from the fith floor. He didn't like stair cases. The enemy could always get the jump on you from above. The first time Miller had been shot was on a stare case. The bullet struck him right in the femoral artery, nearly killing him. Millar never forgot to stay frosty since then.

Reaching the fifth floor he slowly opened the door, his gun pointing thorugh the crack. Insurectionists lined the hallway, all occupied shooting down through the windows. Miller shot the closest three, drew out a flash bang, and lobbed it through the air as the others turned.

Spinning around the corner he waited for the flash bang to detonate. With that he spun around the corner, and opened fire. "This is Striker 2-1 to Striker 2-4. I have eliminated the threat."

Thanks 2-1. We were toast.

[b]This is HQ to 2-4. You are to proceed to Acaron square emedietaly. They've got SAM sites over there, and we can't roll in the hornets until they're taken care of.


Roger that HQ

2-1, you are to report to Velise Hotel. The enemy has barecaded themselves in the building and are using it as there HQ. We need you to clear that place out.[/b]

"Who am I going in with?" Miller asked.

You're going in solo.

"How the hell am I supposed to clear that place out alone?"

Rangers lead the way private.

[Mission: Acomplished...]


Agent Damien Knox [Black Operative]//Code Name: Jester//Location [Classified]


The bat slammed into Jester's ribs. A loud crack was heard in the room, but Jester himself didn't make a noise. "I'm asking you again, why were you sent here?" Getting no answer, the insurrectionist slammed a fist into Jester's jaw.

Jester spat a mixture of blood and saliva onto the insurrectionist's boot. The interrogator grabbed Jester by the throat and pushed up, thrusting his head up towards the swinging light overhead in the small, concrete room. "I'm not telling you sh1t." Jester choked.

"Oh, you will." The interrogator let go of Jester's throat, and left him coughing as he went for his box of instruments. Taking out a thin knife, he slowly moved towards the UNSC Black Operative.

Jester had been waiting for this moment. Once the insurrectionist was close enough, he quickly untied the knot binding his wrists together.

Jester lunged forward, disarmed the man, and slit is throat with the knife. With a swift kick to the jest he sent the choking interrogator into the mirrored wall, shattering the glass.

Jester jumped through, narrowly avoiding a bullet from one of the two guards. He ran the thin knife into the chest of the spectating Jason Felter, mission complete.

Quickly killing the two guards, he policed one of their pistols and took the clips from both of their bodies. "Too easy." He still had to escape, or rather kill everyone while moving towards the exit, easy enough.

[Mission: Acomplished...]


[Edited on 07.03.2010 1:09 PM PDT]

  • 07.03.2010 1:05 PM PDT

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Very good, but with a few spelling errors.
It reminds me of call of duty.

  • 07.03.2010 1:14 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Spartan E18 (Part 2 Is Ready!)
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Posted by: ZzbubbleszZ
Very good, but with a few spelling errors.
It reminds me of call of duty.



Ah yes, the Rangers. I had an urge to make them Hunter 2-1 but I found the stregth to resist. Where are the errors?

Holy -blam!- lol. I just realized this is like a compilation of Call of Duty missions haha.

[Edited on 07.03.2010 1:38 PM PDT]

  • 07.03.2010 1:37 PM PDT