This is my first attempt at making my own story; take it easy on the insults. I please review and leave some constructive criticism to help me make it better. Now since I'm new to this, I don't have diarrhea of the brain and it's not as long as I like. Hopefully that will change soon so I can make chapters that are longer and more enjoyable. I already started on the next ch, so hopefully I will have it up to. Until then, I hope you enjoy this one.
Before we get started with the story, let me give you some background on this story. It's called Halo: Shadow on Cimmeria. The story takes place on the planet Cimmeria. There is a reason I named the planet that and find this out first we need to play a little game of connect the dots. I am a fan of Stargate SG-1 and in the episode called Thor's Hammer; SG-1 went to planet called? You guessed it, Cimmeria. On this planet there was a device called? Wow your good, Thor's hammer. Now comes the hard part. For those who are familiar with Norris mythology, Thor was the god of thunder. Thor used a hammer for a weapon, and it was called? I'm sorry, it was called MJOLNIR, which sounds a lot like the name for the armor the Spartans wear. The shadow on Cimmeria may or may not be a black armored Spartan.
(Chapter 1)
A UNSC Pelican burst through a group of clouds and was rapidly descending towards the ground, trying to escape its pursuers. The transport aircrafts left engine caught fire as a result of taking direct hits from a flight of two Convenient Banshees.
"Looks like this is your stop Spartan" said the pilot over the aircrafts comms "We're taking heavy damage and she's not going to take much more abuse. You're going to have to jump."
The Spartan was standing in the back of the troop transport with all of his equipment already at the ready. He was equipped with a customized MJOLNIR mark VI armor. The armor is all black. It had a mark VI helmet with a black visor. Commando shoulder pad on the left shoulder and a mark V pad on the right. He has a collar breather chest piece with a combat knife attached to it. There is a UGPS pad on his left wrist, UA/NxRA reactive armor utility, and Para knee guards. He also carried two Katana swords on his back. For weapons the Spartan was equipped with an Assault Rifle with a 60 round magazine in his hands and a 15 round Designate Marksmen Rifle on his back. He also carried four fragmentation grenades in an armor compartment.
"Roger that." the Spartan replied "Bring it in low and slow down if you can."
"I'll see what I can do." The pilot answered. The pilot brought the Pelican down until it was about 50 feet off the ground. "That's the best I'm going to be able to do. It is 50 feet to the deck. Any lower and I'm afraid you're not going the only one that hits the ground." The pilot said as he opened the rear hatch.
"That's fine." The Spartan said as he stepped towards the open hatch.
"I will try to keep them busy and off your back." The pilot said "Good luck. You might need it."
"Thanks." The Spartan said as he turned to face the cot pit of the transport aircraft. "You too." He then jumped backwards, out the back of the Pelican. The Spartan plummeted towards the ground. He dropped like a rock at a high rate of speed. The 50 feet went by in seconds. The Spartan bent his knees just before impact and hit the ground rolling with the momentum of jumping out of an aircraft moving at high speeds.
His armor's shields were depleted on impact. The Spartan was rolling for several seconds before he could bring himself to a stop. He was down on one knee with both hands down, looking at the ground. The armor's alarms were blaring in his ears until its shields recharged.
"Well that was fun." the Spartan said as he was catching his breath "Let's not do that again. That hurt like a bitch." he added as he looked up just in time to watch the lead Banshee score a direct hit on the Pelicans last remaining engine. The transport then flew into the ground, exploding on impact.
"SHIT!" the Spartan said outloud as the enemy aircraft turned around and raced back towards him. He turned and ran full tilt away from his rapidly approaching pursuers.
Eager to add to his kill count, the lead Banshee closed the distance between him and his new target in seconds. After closing in on his prey, the lead aircraft began a strafing run with plasma from his Plasma Cannon, followed up by a run from his wingman.
The black armored human was able to evade the attacks from both fighters by jumping out of the line of fire before being hit, but just barely. After missing their target on their first run, the two Banshees circled back around to test their preys luck again.
"I got to find some cover and fast. I'm not going to be able to keep this up forever." The Spartan thought to himself.
The black armored human watched the flight get into position for another run. He was franticly on the run, trying to find cover. Just when he thought when he wasn't going to find it, he suddenly spotted a trench straight ahead. The lead Banshee started on his second strafing run. The plasma was quickly catching up to him. Just before it could reach him the Spartan slid feet first and disappeared. The plasma scorched the ground, but there was no body. The Spartan had vanished into safety of the dark trench.
The Spartan found himself trying to catch his breath again. He watched as the two enemy aircraft circled above his position. Like Vultures waiting for their prey to die, the two Banshees waited for their target to leave the safety of the trench.
After what seemed like hours, the Covenant craft left. No doughty to refuel and report his location to their friends. This meant the Spartan had to move. He began heading north, while making sure to remain in the safety of the trench.
Since the Spartan found himself alone, he felt it was safe to radio command for instruction. He stopped, took a knee, and opened a comm link to command.
"Command, this is Sierra-7-6, come in." he said over the radio.
"This is Command, go ahead 76." A male voice replied.
"Insertion was botched. After entering the atmosphere, my Pelican came under heavy fire from a flight of Banshees. The transport took heavy damage and I was forced to bail out. After I hit the ground, the Banshees finished off the Pelican and turned their attention to me. I managed to evade them by slipping into a trench. They left, but I think they are getting ground forces. I am currently heading north in the trench. I need evac."
"We have a lock on your position. Continue north in the trench. The trench comes to an end in three clicks from your current location. A bird will be there for extraction in about 120 mikes."
"Roger that. I'll be there. Sierra-7-6 out." The Spartan replied. He then cut the link with command. "Great. What am I going to do for two hours?"
The Spartan covered the three clicks at a quick place, while making sure to stay within the safety of the trench. Besides the occasional flight of Banshees flying overhead, the distance was traveled with no issue. He found that the trench ended with a drop to a flat area below. It was 10 feet from the end of the trench to the ground below.
The Spartan waited at the edge of the trench for the remainder of time. It was an uneventful wait for the transport. With five more minutes left until his pickup, he thought he was home free. Suddenly he spotted what looked like a giant flying U. The U kept coming closer and closer, until the Spartan could clearly see that it was a Covenant Spirit Drop ship.
The drop ship closed on the trench in seconds. It lowered itself to about four feet from the flat area below the trench. The Spartan tried to shrink himself in the hopes that he wouldn't be spotted by this new contact. If not for his black armor, he would have been. His armor blended with the darkness of the trench, making him like a shadow and he went unnoticed.
The drop ship opened its side hatches to let out passengers inside. An infantry team consisting of two blue low ranking elites and 8 grunts poured out. Half from one side and half from the other. After dropping its load the Spirit left.
"Dam it." He said to himself "They must have figured I wouldn't want to leave the trench until I had to, so they sent a welcome party to the exit. So they aren't as dumb as they look." The Spartan then opened a link with command again. "Command, this is Sierra-7-6. The LZ is hot. I repeat the LZ is hot. Please advise."
"76, this is command. Evac bird will be there in five mikes. Secure the LZ before then." The male voice replied.
"Roger. I will secure the LZ. Just make sure the bird isn't late. Sierra-7-6 out." After finishing his sentence, the Spartan cut the link with a smirk on his face. "Looks like it's that time again boys and girls. It's time for some gratuitous violence."
The Spartan pulled a frag grenade out from its armor compartment. He pulled the pin and threw it at a group of four grunts. The grenade bounced off the ground in the center of the group and then went off with a loud "WHAM." The group died instantly from the cloud of smoke and shrapnel.
After the frag went off the Spartan leaped from the trench. He opened fire on one of the elites with his assault rifle. The first elite died without knowing what hit him, before the Spartan even fell the full 10 feet. As soon as he hit the ground, he shifted fire onto the second elite. The elite was dispatched quickly. The Spartan then turned his attention to the last group of grunts that were shocked at the sight of the black armored demon killing their comrades. He began to fire on the group killing the right most grunt before his mag went dry.
Hearing the demons weapon make a click sound that indicated that he had to reload, the grunt in the middle of the remaining three, snapped out of his trances. He pulled out two plasma grenades, primed them and began to charge the demon.
"OH SHIT!" the Spartan shouted.
He hit the magazine release button on his rifle, dropping the spent mag. He knew he didn't have to reload before the grunt closed the distance on him, so he had to improvise. He kicked the empty mag before it hit the ground, punting it towards his charging enemy. The magazine went flying into the face of the little methane sucker, crushing his skull, killing him instantly.
The blow forced the dead grunt to throw the grenades he was holding backwards into the air. The fuzzy blue spiders landed on the last two grunts, snapping them out of it, just in time to blow up in a bright blue flash.
"Cool kids…Just how I planned it…I guess." The Spartan said to himself as he loads a fresh mag into his rifle and pulls the receiver.
"Command, this Sirra-7-6. LZ secured. I had enough fun for one day. I'm ready for pick up." He said over the radio before cutting the link. "HOLY SHIT! That was fucking awesome!"