~I blame Stosh. Why? .......Dunno either.
XLS Thunderstom--
Legendary Spec Ops
-- Godz of Tactical Combat
I am a Lone Wolf of Reach's Ruins. I am in a Team, and I will listen; although when I can, I go my own way, and lead my own way. When the situation calls, I will do as ordered.
Only when I must.
2 Years Earlier.
UNSC Marine base.
[Location CLASSIFIED]
The Seargeant paced around the small, cube-shaped room known as his sleeping quarters, as he had been doing for the past twenty minutes. The chance that the Covenant would come here, of all places, before any other Marine base in the area was absurd. The base was small, recently built for extra dominance of the surrounding plains, and yielded little reward for the Covenant too destroy.
However, it did stop the UNSC from growing farther, and in the current state of war, that is a perfect prize.
"If we only had more soldiers here," he shouted too no one in particular, "but with only twenty-seven soldiers at base..."
He cursed too himself. They could not fight off - if the recon team was correct - one hundred and fifty covenant ground forces including Unggoy, Sangheili, Kig-Yar and heavy Hunter forces. No, they needed more.
He stopped, and with a quick 180 he went from facing a blank wall too a small, mettalic desk in the corner. He walked over too it, opening up a small, holographic communications link.
"Howard!'
"Yes, Seargeant Jackson?"
"Get me some local forces in the area. Anything you can find! We have about two hours too get some extra firepower here. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," replied the virtual image, "but-"
He was cut off. "But what? But NOTHING! Get me some extra forces!" Jackson cut the link off. On the other end, Howard was sitting in his own quarters, contacting other officers. He hit a button, and resumed a conversation. "I am sorry, Officer. My Seargeant has lost all patience, and has no time for me too let him know his request too me has already been completed."
A gruff chuckle could be heard across the COMM. "War can do that, Corporal. My Marines are en route. I have also sent some Spartans."
Howard rose an eyebrow at that. "You are actually sending over some Spartans?"
"Thats right, Corporal. You heard me. I sent some Spartans. Only two of them, though; don't expect me too send an army too you of the UNSC's finest!"
"Thank you, sir."
"Good luck, Corporal."
The COMM link flickered away, but the Corporal's hopes did simply the opposite. We will win this war. Atleast this battle, anyway.
The Seargeant walked out of his quarters, internally distressed, but he held a commanding, stoic and fiery visage that would tell you otherwise. Walking briskly down a metal hallway, he took a left and walked swiftly into the big, square, metal room known as the briefing room. And the armory.
All twenty-seven marines lined up, armor on, Assault Rifles in hand and with a pistol on thier hip.
"Men, we are outnumbered, by about five times," he started, grimly. "But you are marines. You are UNSC Soldiers! You are a breed of soldiers trained too fight against the odds!"
A chorused 'Hoo rah' was chanted by the soldiers.
"Even if we cannot beat them, will we let the filthy covenant take us down without a fight?"
The soldiers responded with a crisp 'No Sir no!'
"Well then, lets arm up, mount up!"
As the Seargeant watched his oldiers check there weaponry and head outside too mount the three warthogs, he felt guilty. A newly-born UNSC base would be destroyed, and when the command sent the rest of the soldiers down, they were going too find nothing.
Jacob Green looked down, watching the landscape roll by behind is EVA helmet. He was a Spartan efficient at Close Quarters, and still very excelled at most every weapon. Then again, most Spartans were.
He glanced too his left, watching as the female sitting next too him surveyed the terrain. She was in scout styled armor, lightweight, but very efficient.
"How far too this Marine base?" she asked the pilot.
"In a straight tragectory, five miles. We're swinging around the Covenant camp-zone, trying too keep our presence unknown. That makes our flight equivalent too twenty miles. Ten minutes or so. Not too long, Kaitlyn."
She grunted, and leaned her head back. Jacob turned his gaze away from the other Spartan and looked upward. The sky was a perfect shade of blue, the sort of wonderful shade that made any kid want too go outside, and could be rather breathtaking. It was pitiful that such a beautiful day would be stained with blood.
He sighed. And then he heard a gunshot.
Both Spartans immediately came too attention, surveying the area. "Not as us. Its too far away," commented Kaitlyn.
Jacob nodded. "The battle has started."
(I hope you enjoyed. I tried too make this better than my prolouge was. This is my first novel written on the gallery.)
[Edited on 02.03.2011 1:51 PM PST]