Please excuse the writing, I am thirteen and I am still a poor writer. Excuse me for that. Without further delay-
SPARTAN-328 Rio
SPARTAN-328 was silent as he entered the cryo-tube. As he lay down he thought of his life, his history. His life in New York prior to his abduction. His step-mother, his father, Colonel Ackerson as he studied the toddler in the van he was taken into. He thought of his years of training and super-genetic-augmentation. He thought of his fellow recruits he had beaten to a pulp. He thought of his childhood bullies in the SPARTAN III program. He thought of his deployment on Reach. He thought of learning of the fate of his family from the Colonel. He thought of the fact that his parents were moved to Reach. He thought of the fact that they are defenseless, that they're only hope (little did they know) was him and his comrades. He thought of his allies' deaths to the Covenant. He thought of his revenge-to-come. And with that, he shut his eyes and slept.
A few days later, in high-orbit over Reach
'My parents are down there....' He couldn't even remember they're faces. He hoisted on his MJOLNIR HAZOP armor, as did his fellow SPARTAN IIIs around him. In a few minutes, the mechanical robotic arms in the walls of the cruiser managed to fully equip the SPARTAN. Rio picked up his helmet, turned on the tint as he prepared to drop, and put it on.
He climbed into his drop-pod, fixed his DMR and his M6C/SOCOM into the wall of the pod, as well as fixing his combat knife to his left breast-sheath. Donned in his all black armor, 328 Rio was the one of five members of Delta Summer who had received extensive - classified - training before being thrown into this rag-tag team of SPARTAN IIIs.
Before closing his drop pod's rugged hatch, he examined his teammates; Thomas - Fang - was putting on his chain donning a Sangheili tooth on, followed by taking his special edition M19 SSM Rocket Launcher equipped with an extra tube into his pod and closing the hatch.
To Fang's right was Suzan, - Button - taking her standard MA37 Assault Rifle and locking it into the weapon slot of her HEV.
Next was codename - Sensei - the oldest of the group. This longtime veteran is rumored to be a SPARTAN II who was put into the SPARTAN III program. No one knows if this is true. He took his MA37 and put his longer-than-standard Combat Knife into a sheath on his right leg. He gave a short nod to Rio (who returned it) before closing his hatch.
Next was the leader of the group, codename - Native - (for he was born and raised all his life on Reach), though among the team he was known as - God -, or at least that's how he acted. In his turn he took his Shotgun and strapped it into the HEV, then strapping a few extra pouches of shells onto his leg and arm.
He shut his hatch, as did Rio.
Over the COMM Link in their helmets they could hear Command assuring them, "There will be extra weapons and ammunition on the ground, we just want you boys to travel light on the way down. SPNKrs, Anti-Matériel Snipers, a half a dozen MA37s and two SOCOMS. Good luck SPARTANS."
Once the feminine voice faded away Rio strapped himself in, punched the 5 digit code into the pad - 23507 - and hit the big red button adorned with LAUNCH in flashing green text. Off he went, and he saw the 4 other HEVs around him. He looked down as best he could to the outside world.
What he saw did not please him. Roughly 15 marines taking cover behind broken walls and buildings, a warthog which had had the front half destroyed - probably due to some Covenant grenades - with the turret being manned by an ODST.
He supposed that it was alright, but when you saw the horde of Covenant Elites, their Blue and Purple armor glimmering in the burning sunlight like mirrors, their snarling faces showing off their four jaws and rows of teeth. Each one was wielding some sort of a Plasma weapon. Most had Plasma rifles, but some had Plasma Repeaters, some had simple Plasma Pistols, a dozen had Needlers, others had Needle Rifles, a few had Fusion rifles. Allow me to put this in retrospect.
Two dozen marines with low ammunition (some were armed with only pistols or weapons they had managed to scavenged from Covenant corpses), against a wave of 50ish Covenant, including - as Rio know observed - a Mgalekgolo pair in the far back, 'Hunters' the UNSC called them.
Under his visor, Rio grinned.
This will be a fair fight.
Please leave Comments, Questions, Criticism, etc... This is only the first part. I am going to be writing more but I just want to know how the public feels so far :]
Edit- Spacing is wierd on this. I'm going to make new lines for paragraphs (skip lines) as my other strategy doesn't want to work, haha :]
[Edited on 08.14.2010 9:25 PM PDT]