- IonicPaul
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This was a machinima that I planned to make in the heyday of Halo 3, but lacked the resources to do so. It had a full framework of plot, and an at least believable plot. The idea was to look at the UNSC after the Covenant war and its problem with the organized Insurrection on one of the few surviving inner colonies, where rebel factions set up during the war after having nowhere else to go after the outer colonies fell.
As a machinima, it fell short, but I decided to write the first scene or two into an actual fanfic form an shoot it out here for you guys to see. It's incomplete, but tell me what you think).
So without further adieu, here's
Insurrection
The Covenant War is over. Master Chief is MIA as well as all the other Spartan II's and III's. The UNSC has recently been revisited by the organized human Insurrection, a group against a central government under Earth control. They have been attacking the UNSC in its weakened state, as well as its citizens. In response, the UNSC has started a new project, "SPARTAN-IV," a new generation of lightly trained SPARTANS dedicated specifically to stopping the Insurrectionists and protecting UNSC lives. Unlike the other Spartans, they are not perfectly trained from birth. They are a volunteer unit that has gone through advanced training and minor augmentations. They are not perfect, but they are better than anything the UNSC can currently muster.
The Insurrectionists have taken a large interest in Nesre III, a major UNSC fortress world, one of the few to survive the Covenant War. Three major leaders, Codenamed Tomcat, Bulldog, and Panther, control the terrorist cells on different parts of the planet. The three leaders meet in planning in an unknown location where every Insurrectionist operation is listed and located in and out of UNSC space. Recently, the Insurrectionists have been taking the offensive. Whole towns have been destroyed completely, and with them, their protectors, the SPARTAN-IV's. One team of three remains and has a lead on an informant who may know the location of the Insurrectionist base on Nesre III.
"A good leader must be ready to send the soldiers under his command to their deaths. You do this because your duty to the UNSC supersedes your duty to yourself or even your crew. It is acceptable to spend their lives if necessary. It is not acceptable, however, to waste those lives."
-Chief Petty Officer Mendez
Prologue: Tomcat Ostendo Sum
UNSC Informant Isaac Hosky fell to the floor with a crash and a grunt. Blood dripped from his mouth and nose. His strength was dwindling. He was struggling to raise his suddenly heavy body when he was raised up by the Insurrectionist guard and hurled back down again.
"Who did you tell?" the "Innie" guard demanded as he towered over Hosky.
"I don't-" he started before the powerful man punched him again.
"You do know what I'm talking about! I'm going to ask you one more time: Who. Did. You. Tell?!" The guard beat Hosky with each word.
As Hosky was about to repeat his supposed ignorance, and the guard was readying for another blow, a sniper shot rang out. Shortly after, the guard landed in a heap. The other guard, wielding a .30 caliber "confetti maker" machine gun, only managed a "What the-" before being eliminated as well. Hosky, too weak to raise his body from the floor, saw an armored boot step over the crumpled bodies of the guards, quickly but quietly approaching him.
Spartans. Didn't know I was this important, Hosky thought to himself as he grabbed the cybernetic soldier's gauntlet and pulled himself up.
Hosky was surprised when the Spartan spoke: "Isaac Hosky: As per UNSC informant directive nine zero three, I am hereby directed to extract you from this area for immediate evacuation and protection." The Spartan reached for his M6G sidearm and held it out to Hosky, butt first.
Hosky accepted the oversized sidearm, saying "Then what are we waiting for?"
As if to emphasize the necessity of speed, another sniper shot broke through the quiet morning, and shortly after, another Innie smashed against the concrete floor.
In Staff Sergeant Gregory Cohen's helmet, surrounded by bio-monitors, ammo displays, and nearly an inch of multilayered titanium alloy, a troubled expression flickered over his face. He activated his comm. unit and said, "We clear, Nicolas?"
Nearly a kilometer away, camouflaged in the jungle canopy, Sergeant Nicolas Andrews replied, "For now. Motion trackers and thermals show approximately twenty or so Innies coming in. Looks like most of them have standard 7.62 rifles, but I'm seeing signs of a mounted .50 cal machine gun on the route back. Recommend you let me move up and neutralize him."
"Negative. Get to the extraction point. I'll use the mongoose meet you with the package." He turned to Hosky. "Come on. I've got a mongoose ready to go."
"Great," Hosky retorted. "My bruises aren't gonna like this."
"If you'd prefer to stay..."
"Alright, fine." Hosky waved his hand in dismissal and started towards the parked ATV.
As he was doing this, an Insurrectionist guard ran through a door leading into the central structure of the base. "Contact!" Greg yelled. He opened fire, and with a single burst from his assault rifle, the guard tightened his grip on his SMG and crumpled to the ground. Ignoring his results, Greg focused on the other two Insurrectionists that had wheeled around the corner and were chipping away at his shields.
"I got this!" Hosky called, tossing a grenade into the midst of the guards. They had a split second to register shock before the high explosive device detonated with a bone-jarring bang, annihilating them.
"Yes!" Hosky managed to cheer before he was unceremoniously grabbed and set on the back of the mongoose.
"Hosky!" Greg yelled. "There are snipers all over the place; keep your head down!" The light vehicle groaned under the combined weight of the Spartan and the informant, but managed to get up to a high speed. Every guard in the compound was alert to the presence of the two intruders, and they sure weren't going to let Hosky and Greg go speeding off. Sniper fire and machine guns made the dirt explode all around the nimble mongoose.
To Greg, everything seemed to speed and slow calmly as he weaved in between the Insurrectionists' badly positioned lines of fire, and to Hosky, the world around him had gone to hell as he alternated between praying and swearing.
Enter the life of Johann Stein, an Insurrectionist sniper. He was renowned by his peers as the best shot on Nesre III. When word came down that a Spartan had come and removed a High Value Target from the area, Johann was quite eager to show his skill.
The way he saw it, there were only two ways to get in and out of the base, other than by air, and the UNSC wasn't going to risk an HVT by gunning it out the front gate. There they were now: The armored Spartan and the informant on the back of the mongoose. He knew he only had one shot; he briefly considered the Spartan, but saw it more rewarding and more plausible to take out the informant, especially considering what he knew. He raised his SRS99C-S2 sniper, and as the mongoose sped along the beaten dirt path, and he tightened his finger around the trigger, Johann smiled.
He was going to have the catch of the day.
Greg saw the exit: A narrow cave just big enough for the mongoose. He gunned the engine, and right as he let up and thought he was safe from the hail of bullets, a single round hit Hosky in the gut, causing him to let out a terrible scream. The mongoose lurched, but Greg couldn't risk stopping; he had to get to the rendezvous point.
Nicolas saw the incoming mongoose from his vantage point on the grassy hill and saw that Greg was lightly holding the informant in his arms. He set down his sniper and ran to Greg as he set the groaning Hosky on the ground. "What happened?" Nicolas demanded.
"Lucky .50 cal hit him right in the stomach. We don't have much time before he bleeds out."
"Then we've got to get all the info out of him ASAP." He kneeled by Hosky. "What have you learned?"
Hosky propped himself up, and managed to gasp, "I learned the location of Codename Tomcat." He slumped to the ground, taking irregular breaths.
"Come on, Hosky. Help us out. Where is he?"
His voice barely a whisper, Hosky choked as he said, "Where the ice caps meet the ocean, the-" He coughed, long and hard. He wiped blood off of his mouth. "The caves. Hurry."
Hosky fell back with a sigh. Nicolas went to pick him up, but Greg said. "Leave him. There's no space for him on Matt's hornet."
"I guess you're right." He shifted in his brown, camouflaged armor. "Where is Matt anyways?"
"I don't know-" Greg stopped, suddenly pointing off into the distance. "Nicolas! Warthogs."
Off in the distance, two warthogs raced to the Spartans' position. The hardy off-road vehicles mounted .50 caliber chain guns on their rears, making even Spartans pale in a direct fight. "I see them. Get down!" In an instant, they dove into the grass, camouflaging and momentarily tricking the warthogs' gunners. The trick didn't work for very long, and the .50 caliber rounds tore up the dirt and grass around the Spartans and made their energy shields flare. This, in turn, let the gunners see them much more easily. They tightened their fields of fire.
Greg wasn't going to let that happen. In an instant, he grabbed a pouch on his calf, ripped it open, and took out the bowling ball-sized bubble shield generator, primed it, and threw it on the ground.
[Edited on 10.03.2011 5:46 PM PDT]