HEY EVERYONE, I WAS GOING TO CONTINUE ON MY OTHER HALO STORY, BUT NO ONE WAS REVIEWING IT. AS SOON AS I GET SOME REVIEWS I'LL UPLOAD THE NEXT 5 OR SO CHAPTERS. FOR NOW I HOPE YOU LIKE MY NEW STORY... BASED ON ACTUAL PEOPLE I KNOW, THOUGH THE NAMES ARE CHANGED (NO I'M NOR ROGER) BUT I HOPE ALL LIKE IT ANYWAY.
FIVE RULES OF O.N.I.
ISOLATION
1: No Spartan can be listed as KIA, only as MIA or WIA to keep moral up,
2: Cole Protocol states that in the event of a possibility that a human AI be compromised by covenant, means the ship must make a blind jump, to keep them from finding the slip space coordinates to earth.
3: if the above is impossible, self destruct of all of the ships navigational equipment and the AI, ultimately the ship.
4: Capture of any covenant heavy weaponry or ship, is priority when possible.
5: Spartans are the only ones qualified for wearing of Mark V and the Mark VI MJOLNIR armour, as normal humans can not withstand the increased power.
GREY TEAM
Name: Roger Jericho – 126
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Gender: Male
Age: 24 ( w/o Cryo 64 )
Training: Tactical, Heavy weapons, Small Arms, Recoil prevention, Mechanical, leadership, Covenant tactics.
Preferred weapon: BR battle rifle
Name: Lisa Ziizika – 062
Rank: Chief Petty Officer
Gender: Female
Age: 22 ( w/o Cryo 62 )
Training: Agility, Adv. Range, Heavy weapons, Small Arms, Recoil Prevention, Mechanical, Covenant tactics, Slip space controlled.
Preferred weapon: S2 AM Sniper rifle
Name: Bryce, Dewitt – 013
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Gender: Male
Age: 25 ( w/o Cryo 62)
Training: Vehicle rigging, heavy demolition, Small arms, Heavy weapons, Recoil prevention, Mechanical, Adv. Medical, Adv. Covenant tactics.
Preferred weapon: M19 SSM Rocket launcher
Name: Alexia Thrum
Rank: Vice Admiral
Gender: Female
Age: 32 ( w/o Cryo 76 )
Training: Captancy, Vehicle Manouvers, Small Arms, Rifle training, Adv. Covenant Tactics, Adv. covenant space tactics, Adv. Human Ground manouvers
Preferred weapon: M6D Pistol
Name: Dave Ballston
Rank: Major
Gender: Male
Age: 24 (w/o Cryo 32)
Training: Covenant Weapons Training, Human Weapons Training, 300 combat hours, Human Small Aircraft, Covenant Small Aircraft,
Preferred weapon: M90 Pump Action Shotgun
Chapter 1
: Reaching for the answer
ONI Rule Number 5 - Spartans are the only ones qualified for wearing of Mark V and the Mark VI MJOLNIR armour, as normal humans can not withstand the increased power.
Gas erupted from the Cryogenic tubes. Three people stood, all in standard issue grey O.N.I. jumpsuits, with their logo blazing in the centre. Two were male and one female and each were Spartan. Minus the armour. " no freezer burn, okay were set " said a voice over the intercom, " Stand aside Bill, I got it from here, Master Chief Roger 126, Ziizika 062, and Bryce 013, welcome to reach, nice to see your well "
Said a voice, and 'Roger' nodded, "Nice to see your well Vice Admiral." He called. Moving towards the door, it was locked. " sorry Roger, we have to follow procedure, Stand in the square please. " she said, Ziizika just stood there cracking her fingers. "Ziizika, c'mon, at least listen to her once in your life, who knows you might enjoy it" said Bryce as he cracked his neck and tapped her on the arm, on the way to the square.
"Touch me again and I'll put my foot so far up your ass you'll be speaking shit for weeks, though I doubt much would change JS" she said, her strong Mexican accent resounding in the room. JS meant Jackal Slayer, as Bryce seemed to really dislike the jackals, on one mission he brought back the skull of one, making for a rather disgusting looking trophy. No one knew why he hated them. And Bryce just turned and continued to walk backwards towards his square, with his hands up in mock surrender. But none the less Ziizika went to her square.
"Okay, please look at the top light-"
After several minutes they were done. And the vice admiral led them to the bridge, where they saw they were orbiting around the planet Reach. This had changed substantially since they last saw. Three MAC guns were also orbiting the planet, the Sparta, the Argos and the Ellis. And twenty or so Heavy classed ships were also orbiting. "Whoa, things sure have changed. I wonder if they still sell Mc Donald's"
Said Bryce, rubbing his stomach. One of the Ships personnel lent in, "Dude, you're a genetically and mechanically augmented super soldier and the first thing you do is wonder if Macca's is still around?"
"Hey, you'd be hungry too, if you had been asleep for god knows how long" the Vice Admiral turned laughing,
"You've been asleep for ten years buddy, so I guess it should be ok for you to be hungry."
Bryce looked at the guy, an odd smirk on his face leaned in, which is fairly easy when your 7 ft tall and said "Take me to your snack bar,"
This made even Ziizika laugh. But still, the guy took him from the room. "Anyone who wants to join him are ok to leave, uh, except you Roger, I need to speak to you" Roger stood to, hand swinging to his head in salute.
"Yes Vice Admiral" was his reply; she motioned for them to walk.
"We're here to get your team the new Mark V MJOLNIR armour. But afterwards we need you to help on a mission, its extremely dangerous, even for your team, so no one is going to need to go un-voluntarily." She stopped at an elevator. Pressed a button that opened the door, and went inside.
"May I speak freely ma'am?" asked Roger, as he put his arms behind his back, the Vice admiral nodded,
"Shouldn't they send someone better than my squad? Like blue team, why not them?" the Vice Admiral cocked her head to one side, looking up at the tall muscle bound Roger, at his open spaced eyes, his brown hair, and flat nose that complimented a chiselled chin
"Them? Their already on assignment in the Orion Quadrant." She smiled, and Roger himself looked at her, trying to see a glimmer of anything in her face, but couldn't see anything beyond her grin.
"Red team?" he asked, and the smile faded from the Vice admirals face.
"Their dead ONI won't admit it, only listing them as MIA." Roger looked unfazed, but in truth, he was shattered. The second best team, annihilated.
"Enough of those talks, will you take it?" ding, the elevator stopped, and they moved out of it into the bio room, and started to walk along the 'cobblestone' road.
"Ok, we'll do it."