Combat Evolved, UNSC Chronicles Of Installation 04 Options

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Combat Evolved - UNSC Chronicles Of Installation 04

Prelude
Day One, Morning
The Pillar Of Autumn, Bridge
IC: Solomon Ironside

Solomon stood on the bridge of the Pillar Of Autumn, Reach was falling. His home was being glassed, continent by continent. Sally and his newly born child were still on the surface, most probably dead by now, crushed under the flaming masses of glass.

A tear drifted down his wrinkled and coarse cheek. Captain Keyes placed his hand on his shoulder as Ironside was wiping it away.

"They are gone now, but it is no time to dwindle on the past. We must focus on how to bring down these bastards." Keyes muttered under his breath. It was not like Keyes to approach an officer informally like this, but this was no military occaisian.

Stepping back, Keyes began shouting orders across the bridge to and fro. His last words were.

"Jump."

Jogging to The Squad's quarters the Lieutenant stumbled into the doorside in haste, gritting his teeth, he barked to the members of the team harshly.

"Marines! Prepare for evac!"

All the team-members halted all regular recreational activity as soon as this phrase was uttered. Filing one by one, grabbing their respective weaponry and equipment and into their designated lifeboat.

The Squad's lifeboat detached swiftly with a mechanical THUNK and they were on their way to the nearest planetary entity.

Solomon scanned the local area space out of the lifeboat viewing point. That was when it met his eyes, a pair that had seen so much built, yet so much fall. Halo.

"Land on that." Ironside said to the pilot.

The pilot looked at the Lieutenant as if he was a madman. "You've gotta be kiddin'." But, trusting him, the pilot redirected his co-ordinates toward the massive ringworld.

"Brace for impact Marines!" Solomon cried to the group, the lifeboat tearing through the atmospheric layer of Halo.

CRASH

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Chapter One: Roll Call
Day One, Morning
Crash Site
IC: Solomon Ironside

Fifteen minutes passed since the crash, a shaky Lieutenant steps out from the crash site, scraping off all the lifeboat junk that had landed on him. Crawling out of the site, Solomon got to his feet and shouted at the crash site.

"Marines! Roll Call!" Ironside ordered loudly.


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Chapter One: Roll Call
Day One, Morning
Crash Site
IC: Corporal Neal Johnson

Neal slowly stood up from the mess of the lifeboat crash, shaking his head with a 'pfffft' sound to get himself readjusted. Everything was blurry, his head was thumping, thumping over and over.

"Oh man..." Neal muttered to himself, awareness quickly returning to him. The Marine Corps gear was bulky and uncomfortable for an athletic man, but it sure kept you safe, and safe was what he was- no injuries of significance, and ready to move out.

"I'm here!" Neal yelled.


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Chapter One: Roll Call
Day One, Morning
Crash Site
IC: Lucy Fairbanks

Emerging from the wreckage, Lucy got to her feet and saluted Ironside clumsily as she did so.

"Fairbanks sir, reporting for duty" She snapped, coming to attention.

Ironside looked at her with eyes that suggested that military nicities were not normal within this fine regiment of extra-ordinary people.

Lowering her arm and standing more so at ease, Lucy, helped search for people within the landing site.


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Chapter One: Roll Call
Day One, Morning
Crash Site
IC: Jeffery Griffiths

Jeff rubbed his head slightly as he walked out of the downed crash pod. Thank God he had a helmet, otherwise that knock on the way down could have been the last thing he ever felt.

He slung his shotgun off his shoulder, tucking the strap around the barrel, before he heard the 'boss' calling out asking who survived the emergency landing.

"Griffiths, alive and well." Jeff said, as he looked at a few of the others, before looking down to check on his ammunition situation.


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Chapter One: Roll Call
Day One, Morning
Crash Site
IC: Corporal Neal Johnson

"Okay, we're still missing one..." Neal said softly, mostly to himself, he was never one for command, so he had no suggestions about what to do about it. That's why he kept quiet, let alone responsibility be hoist upon him! That would be the day, he would rue that day.

"Anyone hurt?" Neal asked, looking around. He'd never gotten to know the people in his unit, at least well. To others a unit would be a surrogate family, a brotherhood, for Neal it was more like a...well, like a group of coworkers.


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Chapter One: Roll Call
Day One, Morning
Crash Site
IC: Sergeant Major Rex Parker

Rex was prolly the last to awake in the lifeboat, laying flat on his back allowing his vision to steady. "Great...flying.."slowly pulling himself to his feet. Locating his gun near the entrance of the lifeboat, kneeling down scooping it up. The others were already out doing role call.

"Yeah...Parkers alive...you can all rest easy now"



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Chapter One: Roll Call
Day One, Morning
Crash Site
IC: Lucy Fairbanks

Lucy began counting the number of them together, something didn't add up though....

"We're missing another" Lucy said in realisation.

Searching the surrounding site, Lucy pointed at him and began to help him up.

"Found him!" She cried, suggesting that she needed help.


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Chapter One: Roll Call
Day One, Morning
Crash Site
IC: Dean Nash

Deans pushes Fairbanks away from him "Cheers", he says and walks towards Ironside snapping the bones in his fingers and arms back into place. Lifting his rifle he lays it on his shoulder "well that was fun... Nash reporting in"


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Chapter One: Roll Call
Day One: Morning
Crash Site
IC: Solomon Ironside

While the roll call was taking place, Solomon was receiving some messages relayed by the UNSC A.I, Cortana.

“…..Fire Team Charlie, you meet up with Sierra 117 at these co-ordinates… As for The Squad, there is an Assault team on the other side of the ridge to the east less than half a kilometre from your position, it is advisable to meet up with them there…..”

“Alright, so that’s everyone!” Ironside proclaimed, repeating what the A.I had just said to him, he briefed them thoroughly before the pack of Marines began a steady jog to their comrades’ position.

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Chapter Two: Rendezvous
Day One: Morning
Rendezvous Checkpoint Alpha
IC: Solomon Ironside

It took about ten minutes before they reached the top of the ridge, Solomon glanced over to see trees, rivers, rocks, something that seemed so authentic, so peaceful, but would be so ravaged by the tide of war.

Magnificence, destroyed.

Squinting downwards, he could see a lifeboat, with stains of distinct red in the surrounding area.

Scanning the landscape around them, Solomon did not detect any life-forces on his helmet’s scanner. “Let’s move this way, through the trees” He said in a whisper, crouching down diligently.

A series of minutes of stealthy advancing toward the bloodied lifeboat took place. Eventually Solomon gave the order to get up and stay on guard around the second crash site.

Carcasses of Marines were scattered everywhere, helmets removed and no signs of gunshot wounds. Solomon did not flinch or cringe once at this horrific sight.

Stooping down, he examined one of the bloody marks across one of them. Claw markings. This wasn’t any sort of Covenant activity he’d seen before. Usually, there were scorch marks or dents in the armor, but nothing like this....

Communicating with Cortana over the wireless, Solomon talked under his breath to her.

“We have seven K.I.A’s over here, someone beat us too it, wiping ‘em all out and leaving before we got here. What in the hell is going on?”

Cortana took in a deep breath of virtual nothingness and spilled the beans.

“The Covenant has a new addition to their conglomerate.” She said, Ironside, turning to his side and cursing under his breath.

“And we landed smack d*** in the middle of those bastards.” Solomon replied.

“Correct” said Cortana.

Cutting off the link, Ironside looked at the team within his command and growled to them. “Bury ‘em, reload, report back to me when it is done.”

Ironside went to a nearby tree-stump and sat down, continuing his talk with Cortana about what was to be done.


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Chapter Two: Rendezvous
Day One, Morning
Rendezvous Checkpoint Alpha
IC: Corporal Neal Johnson

"Bury them?" Neal asked incredulously. Does it look like I have a shovel hidden up my a**?

He looked around, there was a riverbed which had seemingly dried up,pretty much amounting to a ditch by then. It would have to do.

"Fine" he whined slightly, grabbing Marines and tossing them rather carelessly into the ditch. They're just meat now, just meat he assured himself, wishing he had super strength or something more useful as opposed to stupid Profiling to help out with it.

However, his ability did help in some situations, glancing back to Ironside within a moment he knew some basic facts of what was going on- a new threat, a plan being figured out, something about the covenant.

He could never grab full details, just concepts and feelings, but he knew from those they were in for some trouble...

"Little help here?" Neal asked, approaching a Marine who was crushed under the lifeboat, trying to move the wreckage to get to him. The Marine stirred a bit, groaning in pain, his whole body crushed by the lifeboat, his injuries fatal.

"Oh crap" Neal groaned, putting the man out of his misery with a single shot. This was already getting dirty.

"Sol, you really putting us on burial duty?" Neal questioned in frustration, they were The Squad, this was below them, below him, he could only think.


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Chapter Two: Rendezvous
Day One: Morning
Rendezvous Checkpoint Alpha
IC: Solomon Ironside

Johnson was first on burial duty, but was also the first to question it.

"Sol, you really putting us on burial duty?" He had asked.

Snapping out of the trance talk that Solomon and Cortana were sharing, Ironside simply replied.

"We have to be doing a lot more than usual, Undertaker squads are on hold due to the extent of the war." Ironside grunted informatively, but then continued. "Work will be a lot harder from now on, get used to it, or get left behind like these guys...." He said, projecting his voice to the group now.

"That's just the way it is."

There was a pause.

"Almost time to move Marines, lets wrap this thing up...."


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Chapter One: Roll Call
Day One, Morning
Crash Site
IC: Sergeant Major Rex Parker

Rex began to lift several bodies of the fallen marines, slowly placing them into the makeshift grave. Becoming enraged as Neal showed no sign of respect or dignity to bodies he was carelessly tossing them into grave. Part of him wanted to to strike him but now was neither the place or time "What the h*ll is your problem? Show some d*** respect" showing the anger in his voice. One thing it seemed the Marines had over their adversary was honor and respect. Something that Neal obviously lacked.


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Chapter Two: Rendezvous
Day One, Morning
Rendezvous Checkpoint Alpha
IC: Corporal Neal Johnson

"They are just bodies, Parker," Neal said with a shrug.

"I've seen enough of those over the years to understand just how little it means, kid," he said annoyingly.

He didn't need Profiling(though it helped) to figure out Rex, he came from a military family like Neal did, but obviously hadn't been taught just how unglamorous, how much work being a Marine really was.

"Nice Marine stoicism too, man," Neal pointed out. "Keep your emotions in check, that's the kind of thing that will get you killed," Neal said astutely, in a tone that pretty much said conversation over, walking on forward.


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Chapter One: Roll Call
Day One, Morning
Crash Site
IC: Sergeant Major Rex Parker

"As I recall your just a corporal so fall your a** in line soldier or should I just..."cutting himself off, allowing his mind to clear up. Neal seemed emotionless and cold...exactly what a soldier should be but had missed the lesson on respect and honor. Pushing his emotions aside, simply shutting the rest of Neal's words out. It was a waste of time teaching morals to someone who cleary did not care. Rex regretting now even saying anything.


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Chapter Two: Rendezvous
Day One, Morning
Rendezvous Checkpoint Alpha
IC: Corporal Neal Johnson

Neal answered- "Will do, sorry for speaking out of turn" and became suddenly quiet, looking to Lucy with a plaintive shrug through the heavy armor of what can you do?

She was the only one around his rank, and that was a bit of a blow to usually unshakable self esteem. Plus, having someone pull rank on him, something he hated in a unit where they referred to their commanding officer by his first name, that well...sucked.

Neal was just a stone's throw above grunt at his rank, he'd never looked for advancement, no matter if he had experience for it.

How the hell did I end up getting ordered around by a kid I've got near a decade on in years? He thought in frustration, keeping outwardly stoic as he prepared himself for whatever was to come.


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Chapter Two: Rendezvous
Day One: Mid-Morning
Rendezvous Checkpoint Alpha
IC: Solomon Ironside

Ironside took into consideration the conflict between Johnson and Parker, he didn’t like it, one bit. If these two were to take this out in a dangerous situation, the whole team would be at risk....

The corpses were buried, the tributes paid, it was time for The Squad to move onwards.

Breaking comm with Cortana, Solomon called the team to attention. Solomon began to brief them openly as soon as the group came together.

“Cortana and I have been formulating a course….” Pointing toward the hills to his right, Ironside directed their attention to their next destination.

“There is a designated landing zone five kilometres from this position; the co-ordinates are already within your gear. When we arrive there, there will be vehicular backup flown to us by Foxtrot – 582. From there, we will retrieve the package and hunt down these bastards!”

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Chapter Three: Landing Zone
Day One: Mid-Morning
Course To Landing Zone
IC: Solomon Ironside

Signalling to the team waving his arm over his head, he said.

“Let’s move out.”


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Chapter Three: Landing Zone
Day One: Mid-Morning
Course To Landing Zone
IC: Sergeant Major Rex Parker

Rex walked along taking in the sites of their enviroment. Shaking his head, checking his ammo clips and the rest of his equipment. This entire place was way to quiet ...or maybe it was just the fact that his squad was quiet as well.


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Chapter Three: Landing Zone
Day One: Mid-Morning
Course To Landing Zone
IC: Lucy Fairbanks

Lucy was not one for burying and bodies and the like, she stood that one out quietly and had begun to feel the earth beneath them, it was real, not artifical or manufactured in any way, despite the prescence of a giant mechanical ringworld surrounding it.

Lucy stared upwardly into the sky and began to strike up conversation within the group.

"Anybody got any ideas on what in the hell we just landed on?" She enquired, hoping that it was okay to be talking like this


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Chapter Three: Landing Zone
Day One: Mid-Morning
Course To Landing Zone
IC: Neal Johnson

Neal kept quiet in the wake of his disagreement with Parker. No need to flare that up. They'd be getting vehicular backup, things were looking up.

Things were quiet, until Lucy spoke.

"Lucy, it's below my pay grade to think," Neal said bitterly. "But we've sure stumbled on something different here," he admitted with a shrug.

"Not to question out of turn and all, but we have any intel on this," he asked, crouching down and scooping up a bit of dirt into his hand, "wherever we are, Sol?"


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Chapter Three: Landing Zone
Day One: Mid-Morning
Course To Landing Zone
IC: Solomon Ironside

Solomon was striding ahead of the group, listening to both the Human chatter network and the conversation they were all sharing.

"Limited, this is a Forerunner construct. An extinct race from millions of years ago. That's about it, we don't know the when, why or what though. But I bet if we hooked Lucy up to this thing, we could find out...."

Looking ahead, the landing zone was not to far now. It would be nice to maintain conversation, so Ironside struck up another one.

"So when do you guys figure out you had gifts?" He asked.


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