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This is a halofanfic i've been working on latley, tell me what you all think
Thanks
Sonos
Out of the window, the vacuum of space, subtle and peaceful. The window turned to show a wreck of a valiant UNSC Destroyer Warrior. Clamed by the Covenant. The ship buckled as the dorsal backbone split in two, there was no fire and it seemed eerie for there not to be any, but then a plasma bolt hitting into theWarrior and melting it shook me into better sense. I turned away from the thoughts of the past day, and all the bloodshed caused by those alien bastards. I looked up into the ten metre long life pod which I would be calling home for a while. It was cramped, being two metre across inside. A lot of that space was taken up by safety seats, harnesses, equipment lockers, O2 canisters and food lockers. Surprisingly the pod could house 9 people for a week on food and oxygen with care but we would not find a system in that time as the life pod was too small to have a sub-light engine. Our thoughts were mainly towards our distress signal being picked up by another ship. Then my thoughts changed to home, Earth, the final sanctuary of humanity, and of my wife Sheila and my daughter Elena it would be her 15th birthday soon. I looked into my eyepiece, it was alumnus green for night operation, and this feature was helpful in the dark red of the emergency lights in the pod. In the top right of the eyepiece was the last time I saw them both. It was 5 years 345days and 2hours to the day. I sighed. Suddenly a emergency broadcast filled my eyepiece
>FPD-9:: BURST BOARDCAST::
>UNSC WARRIOR IS DOWN: THOSE SYSTEMS WHICH REMAIN OPERATIONAL ARE ON STANDBY::
:: FUNCTIONATILY STANDS AT 2.5%::
>FPD-NINER OUT<
I looked up and down the pod. None of the men in the pod showed any emotion, but inside we all felt the same, like a part of us had died. There was a minute’s silence in remembrance of all who died on the Warrior. I glanced to the safety seat across from me, and saw a rugged looking corporal, he had blue eyes and he also had a massive scar down the side of his cheek. He looked battle fatigued. As I looked at him my eyepiece connected with his implants and his data filled my vision.
Name: Corporal Toby Diaz
No/:: 08345218234
Age: 24
Specs: Best suited to using S2 AM Sniper Rifle with his own customizations
Served for 2 years
Received the Victoria Cross for saving the life of his commanding officer under fire
>ENDFILE<
He saw me looking at him,
“Like my specs?” he asked
“Yeah very impressive, but I’m not to sure about you killing all those bastards before they get close, I would like a piece of the action as well!” I replied
Toby took out his S2 AM and started to clean it. I looked down to the far end of the pod where 3 men were seated. Two of the men were dressed in opps crew uniforms and the other guy was suited in the ODST Ballistic armour. His visor reflected the crewmen as he spoke to them. As before my eyepiece showed up his specs
Name: George Ryan
No/:: 34538723928
Age: 20
Specs:: Works best in close quarters with his MA2B assault rife and his combat knife. Works well under pressure. Served for 1 year: Received no meddles
>End File<
I realised that Toby, George and I were the only people onboard with any combat experience. If there was a fire fight to come we would be ones likely to survive. Without a pelican, if we ever did find somewhere to land, the crewmen would slow us down and would likely die. I stood up and walked to the Pilot’s seat and leaned over his shoulder looking out into the vastness of space
“Any sign of other survivors?” I asked
“No but im about send out a emergency message.” The pilot says reassuringly
The pilot opened up the emergency broadcast frequency and spoke into his microphone clearly; everyone inside the pod fell silent to listen
“This is Echo Sierra Foxtrot-Three Niner, emergency broadcast, top priority, to any survivors of the UNSC Warrior. Please respond!” the pilot said, he waited a few seconds for a reply, none came. Then he repeated, and he waited……. “No response.” He said sadly. Then there was a loud out of tune guitar sound coming form the coms. It made every one in the pod cover there ears. The pilot looked out of the front view screen and pointed “look! Over there!” he shouted. I looked but could see nothing.
The pilot jumped back into his chair, and turned on the starboard lights. A beam of uncanny light showed a pelican drop ship about 100 meters away to our right.
“Were saved!” shouted of one the crewmen.
“Pipe down!” I hissed, and the crewman slumped back into his seat muttering under his breath. The pelican did a flip so it was upside down and then it moved over the top of the pod. I looked up and saw a female pilot saluting. I returned the gesture and then the coms opened up.
“Hey guys! This is Uniform-six one, Sergeant Sarah McBride, good to see you lads! I’ve been searching for other survivors for hours, you’re the first, and I’m going to dock with your airlock hatch, standby.
“Roger, good to see you, how many survivors you got onboard?” the pilot asked
There was a slight bump and a hiss as I opened the hatch. I looked up to see a smiling brunette with hazel eyes that burned with passion.
“We have only three. My self, my co-pilot and my gunner. What about you guys?” she asked.
I answered her before the pilot had even processed the thuaght
“Six, one pilot, my self, Toby a leatherneck, George a Hell jumper, and two crewmen. It’s damn glad to see you.”
“Yeah, is it ok if I come aboard, I’ve got some supplies you could have. And have you got a spare ammo we could have, we didn’t really have time to stock up?” Sarah asked
“Yeah sure, it will be no trouble!” I replied, I gestured to one of the crew men and he stood up and walked over. “I want you to take some spare ammo across to the pelican.” I ordered, he nodded and grabbed some ammo from the weapons lockers.
Sarah climbed down into the pod and put the food supplies down next to the pilot’s seat. She looked up at me and smiled. I turned away, avoiding her eyes. Just in time to see a plasma torpedo twisting towards us. “Sergeant strap in! Pilot disengage from the pelican, there’s no time! DO IT!” I ordered. As the sergeant started to protest I jumped up and started to shut the airlock hatch, I looked up and saw the horrified face of the crewman. “Evasive menovers!” I shouted to the pilot as the hatch hissed from the pressurising of the pod. I turned around and saw Toby in his seat; his hands were white from holding the harness, Sarah was crying slightly as she knew either we or her crew were about to die, I looked tot the right and saw the pilot wrestling the controls. Every thing went into slow motion; I fell into my seat, and struggled to do attach my harness but it was to late, I saw Sarah looking at me, she looked like she had seen a ghost, she knew that even if we didn’t get hit, the pelican exploding would jerk me out of my seat and hurt me or kill me, I saw George looking out of the rear window staring at the torpedo, then I saw the pilot he was shouting “4……3…!” there was no time I sat back in my seat and looked up “2………1” there was a blinding blue flash and then black nothing.
[Edited on 8/3/2006]