A/N: This is a story about me (Jack Johnson) and my friends(other Spartans), and there mission to save the UNSC. I tried to make it as canonical as possible, and keep to my friends personalities, though I did do a little bit of tweaking.
Operation FIRESTORM
Chapter 1
The date is 2564, my name is Jack Johnson. I am 32 years old, about 6' 4", and I am a Captain in the UNSC NavSpecWep division, with the Spartan project. I am a Spartan II and have my own modified version of MJOLNIR Rogue.
I am Spartan BC-1720, call-sign RogueShadow.
Space Station: The Day Before. Location: Sol System, awaiting arrival of Fleet: United we Stand
At 0600, as my superior requested I reported to conference room H-38. Wondering what was going on I open the door and looked in. What I saw amazed me "This must be pretty big" I thought. Inside the room sitting at the table was Fleet Admiral Hood, Admiral Keyes, Fleet Master R'tas 'Vadum, and Arbiter Thel 'Vadum. "Sit down Rogue, we have a mission for you", said Keyes. I sat down at the table, happy to be out of armor, for it would have crushed the chair. "Alright what exactly are we talking about here" I asked. "About three days ago four NOVA Bombs were stolen from a UNSC convoy on its way to Mars to be used on a new Assault-class Dreadnought, by the United Rebel Front, we want you to get them back" replied Keyes. "If the URF has them then who knows what they're going to use them for" I said. "Our contacts implicate the URF will sell them to the Covenant Remnants" explained Hood. "If the Covenant gets their hands on the bombs they are sure to use them against humanity" R'tas added. "Well on a mission this big I prefer to have backup" I replied. "That is why we're assigning the WolfPack strike team to this mission as well" countered Keyes. "And who are they exactly"? I inquired. "An elite strike group with a reputation rivaling you own" said Hood. "They consist of the Leader Don Caos, Spartan CO-300, call-sign IceWolf, Sniper John McCloud, Spartan LR-213, call-sign StarFox, Medical Officer Arvo Shultz, Spartan MD-911, call-sign PainKiller" Keyes explained, "You will be the new leader of this team, and will assume command immediately". "Alright, and will there be anything else before I go suit up, and rearm"? I asked, standing up, about to leave. "Yes there is one more addition to your team, a Covenant Separatist Spec-Ops team led by Sangheili Silever Vardum, and six spec-ops Unggoy" replied R'tas. "Well the more the merrier sir" I said and saluted, then left for the armory to meet and greet my new team. Once I got there, I realized I was a bit early so the rest weren't here yet, so I began to select my loadout. I pulled over a cart and began to look over the massive selection. There were racks of M6Gs, Ma5K carbines, Ma5C ICWS assault rifles, M90 CAWS Mk As, M7 CSMGs, SRS 99D-S2 AMs, M392 DMRs, and their brothers BR55HB SR battle rifles. There was also some heavier stuff here, such as containers of M41 SSR MAV/AWs, W/AV M6 G/GNRs, M319 IGLs, and M7057 DPs. There was even a LAU-65D/SGM-151 lying on a table in the corner, and for all the weapons there were case upon case of ammo, fuel canisters, or rockets, depending on the weapons. "So much to choose from and so little time" I thought as I grabbed a M6G, a M392, a M90, and several M9 HE DPG, T1 APG, and Napalm grenades, then to finish it off I took a W/AV M6G/GNR, aka SpartanLaser. Then I went and stocked ammo for all the weapons, "Well that ought to do it" I said to myself as I heard the door open and several figures come in. I hear a voice say "Sir, WolfPack reporting for duty", and then another, definitely not human add "Strike team CleansingFlame at your command". "Well, we all know who each other is and why we're here so let's get down to it shall we, arm up and then meet me in the hanger for pre-mission briefing" I replied.
A/N: Thank you all for reading, this is going kinda slow, but I already have part 1 written out so next chapter will come soon… I hope. Till later XXBlueDude2XX out