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Subject: [Story] Brother Bonds.

About me: I am a vicious wolf of a man.

But really am sweet at heart. =)

March 19th 2526.
UNSC OCS, Luna
D Wing, Armstrong Hall.

Peter Anderson stood at attention with two hundred other cadets. One third of them wore the startling white of a commissioned officer in the UN Marine Corps, complete with the traditional red recruit graduate medal pinned on their right breast. The majority in the assembly however wore the black suit worn by the UN Navy. Each one had a single gold "butter bar" on each shoulder.
One by one each name was called by the Commandant of the school: Captain Richard Jackson. When Peter's name was called and he shook hands with him, he knew his father had never been so proud.
In the back of everyone's mind however, a shadow loomed. Each newly minted Second Lieutenant and Ensign knew they would be fighting the Covenant. What they didn't know, that other, later classes did, was they would be fighting for humanity's bare survival.
Today would not be a day of bloodshed for the officers however. Today their families would get to see them spiffed up in their uniforms, and perhaps take a vid that would end up on a coffee table or a bookshelf.
As the rest of the men hurried off stage, Peter remained near the back of the mob, attempting to find his target. From three sections away, Michael Anderson waved at him.
Peter gathered his cover, and Michael met him halfway in a row of bleachers and they embraced...but only them.

"Congratulations Pete...Mom wishes she could have been here." Michael said as he pulled away.

"Dad told me in the last vid...is it that bad?"

"She can move around...if she is led with a walker."Michael said with tears welling up in his eyes.

"I'm sorry Mike. I should be at the farm, helping you and Pa...I've wondered this whole time if it's worth it." Pete said as he sat down in a folding chair.

"No man," Mike put a hand on his shoulder,"You have ta do this, you're the only one who can." he took a seat next to him."Dad is proud of you, the older brother who will 'save the galaxy'. At least I can feel happy for you." Michael said hanging his head.

"Is Pa giving you crap about the Corps again?" Pete asked.

"He wants me to stay on the farm another season."

"So? Mike, I get that you are mature, I get you want to join the Corps and I respect that, but you're only eightteen."

Mike stood up and exclaimed "I get that, but eventually I want to make something of my life. I don't always want to BE the baby of the family."

"Just...we'll talk about it okay? Lets just go and get something to eat. I've had four years of Academy food." Pete said as he put on his cover.

"Yeah, lets have a nice day for a change." Mike said as he stood up and left the space with his brother.

It was a "nice" day indeed. On that day, Admiral Cole took back Harvest from the Covenant. It was a stellar victory for the UNSC. Admiral Cole and his fleet had taken out a single Covenant vessel...at the cost of half of his ships.

Neither man knew it, but it was the beginning of a long, long, war.

  • 01.30.2011 3:01 PM PDT

About me: I am a vicious wolf of a man.

But really am sweet at heart. =)

October 17th 2526
Bridge, UNSC Missouri

The bridge of the UNSC Missouri was a frenzy of activity. Five Ensigns and Lieutenants all quickly typed in commands at their stations, getting the destroyer class vessel up to combat readiness.

The door at the back of the oval shaped room opened and Captain George Farragut stepped out of the elevator.

"Report!"

"Covenant fleet of 17 vessels just jumped out of Slipstream space at the edge of the system sir! Admiral Cole is ordering the fleet into phalanx formation with the Missouri leading front right edge." called Ensign Anderson.

The whole fleet would be moving into a roughly arrowhead position and fire their MAC guns and Archers in a close range brawl with the Covenant.

"Understood, Ensign. Move us to our position. Ensign Hikowa, charge MAC Guns at maximum rate, bring reactor to 110 percent to compensate."

"Yes sir," the young Japanese ensign called over her shoulder.

The captain turned to the main view screen the dominated the forward wall. The Covenant fleet was only getting closer, the menacing whale shaped carriers suddenly disgorged something from their undersides.

Anderson called this out from his station, "Sir! Larger Covenant vessels releasing smaller craft, I would approximate something like a fighter attack sir."

Suddenly, the holotank, normally used only by the ships AI, came online and showed the weathered face of Preston Cole.

"All vessels, looks like we've got fighters on our hands! Carriers, Cruisers, and Frigates launch interceptors and everyone activate Helix systems!"

Suddenly a wing of seven of the fighters changed course and headed straight for the Missouri.

"Hikowa! Get those 50mms online NOW-"

The Captain never finished his command, a huge heatwave blasted the bridge. Anderson turned left to see a massive fireball out of the corner of his vision...

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October 17th
5 minutes later.

Peter woke up to feel nothing but a searing pain raking up his entire left side. He opened his eyes to look at a fused control console and an emergency bulkhead sealed shut inches from his face. The viewscreen must have shattered.

He slowly...ever so slowly turned to survey the remaining damage. The whole left side of the bridge had been completely melted through until it reached the rear wall where the plasma stopped. The kinetic impact had thrown everything to the starboard side. The only console that seemed to look like it worked was the absent XO's chair.

Michael turned to his right, where Ensign Hikowa was just waking up next to him...her left hand had been burned off at the wrist.

"Akiga...don't move..."he said as she tried to remove her safety harness.

"The...fleet." she stuttered as she turned to look at him.

"I need to get to...the captain's chair."he said shakily.

As he tried to stand up he realized the heat his leg muscles screamed in protest. He hadn't done an inventory of his own injuries. The young Ensign tripped over the doomed comms console, as well as a charred skeleton still strapped to it half way out of the chair. As he fell another sickening jolt wracked the hull.

"Akig...Ensign...what was that?" he said as he tried to right himself.

"I can barely tell"she started as she looked at her weapons terminal, the only other console still working," A Cruiser is approaching from the bow...MAC guns at 87% charge...weapons still locked down through...we need that clearence from the terminal NOW!" she practically shouted.

By now he had gotten to a crawling position, he moved hand over hand going under support beams. The five meter distance seeming like miles.

"They have a lock on us! Plasma torpedoes firing, launching counter Archer missiles!" Hikowa announced.

Finally, when Peter was about to black out from the pain he reached the edge of the XO's station. He was now blinded by his own tears of pain. All he could do was barely reach the datapad and hit a button...any button, and hope it did something...

It did.

"That did it! Firing MACS at 85% charge!"

Two sickening shudders wracked the superstructure, then, a huge lurch and snap. They could only pray the ship it's self hadn't completely colapsed, with the cameras and viewscreens gone they had no way of knowing. Their only way to the outside world was Hikowa's primitive scanner on her weapons console.

Seconds ticked by, they seemed like eternity to Peter.

"Covenant ship...off scanner, we did it Pete." Hikowa said turning. Her smile turned to a gasp.

Peter leaned up against the foot of the chair, his entire left side nearly charred crisp, and with his left leg missing up to his hip.



[Edited on 02.01.2011 5:55 PM PST]

  • 01.31.2011 2:12 PM PDT

"I will show you how a true Prussian officer fights!"

"And i will show you where the iron crosses grow..."

- "Cross of Iron"

I really like it. The only thing i could suggest is chapters being lengthier!

  • 01.31.2011 4:10 PM PDT

About me: I am a vicious wolf of a man.

But really am sweet at heart. =)

Thanks man. I appreciate it. Really the main thing for me is finding time to type my stories out. I have dozens of ideas but never the attention span to write them. That is why all of my stories die out.

Sometimes I add to chapters I have already written, and eventually I combine them together via copy paste into mega chapters. Which I will do with Ch 2 and 3 soon enough.
Posted by: Raptorx7
I really like it. The only thing i could suggest is chapters being lengthier!

  • 02.01.2011 5:57 PM PDT

The tide is turning, brothers! Let us take our kingdom back!

Dude, this is pretty cool so far.

  • 02.02.2011 2:09 AM PDT

About me: I am a vicious wolf of a man.

But really am sweet at heart. =)

August 19th 1527
Marine Corps Training Center, Center 12542B, Reach

Michael stood in line with dozens of other recruits at the Marine Corps Trainee Receiving Area. Each male had the same goal in mind, to become an enlisted man in the UNSC Marine Corps. A Drill Sergeant: Davis, walked briskly down the formation of men.

One of them turned to look at him as he passed by.

"Did I SAY you could look at me puke?"

"NO DRILL SERGEANT!" Recruit Dallanger said, standing even straighter at attention.

"You don't have the RIGHT to look at me! I want TWENTY push ups, on the deck NOW!"

Dallanger then dropped to the ground and proceeded to crank of pushups with Davis' boot oh his back. When the trainee could only accomplish five push ups in this fashion, Davis got even angrier and made the whole group do twenty five push ups.

"Those extra five are for Dallanger being a fat @ss and not listening to instruction. Now, every time you come up you say 'thank you squadmate Dallanger'. GO!"

After that grueling exercise Michael's arms felt like they were going to fall off. He had no time to rest though, because thirty seconds later.

"Lets MOVE trainees, we've got a lot to do and not much time."

The unit was marched hard around the 2 mile wide main center. Eventually they reached a small concrete, rectangular structure.

"This is your cozy hole for the next two months of your life." explained Davis.

When the platoon didn't move from their positions he screamed

"GET IN THERE AND CHANGE INTO PT GEAR! YOU HAVE TWO MINUTES!"

With in five minutes they were in the middle of a five mile run. All Michael wanted to do was rest. He hadn't even gotten any water since he showed up. He had two canteens on a war belt he was wearing, but the first person who had taken a sip out of one had to do situps until he puked.

They ran past the OCS building, past a barracks where it looked like a group of Youth Corps boys and girls were doing jumping jacks, and eventually made it back to their barracks.

Davis made some poor soul the watch man for the whole night and the rest got to sleep immediately.

"I'm tired," was the only thing Michael thought before his head hit the pillow and he fell asleep.

  • 02.02.2011 2:06 PM PDT