Darkness. Zap. And then, she heard voices, sounding like they were a light-
year away. Zap. And then the voices, the voices were more clear, but still,
somehow, distant.
"Wait, I've got a faint pulse. Give her another charge."
"Clear!" Zap.
"Strong pulse. She's back with us."
"Great job, Sam. Get into Cryo-Theater two and wake up the other one. The skipper wants him up by the time those covie bastards get here. With luck, we can hold the ship long enough to make another slip-stream jump."
"Yes, sir."
***
"Tube shows green. Cycle complete."
"Sorry for the quick thaw Master Chief," said a tech chief as his cryo's door slipped open, "the disorientation should pass quickly."
"Welcome back, sir, we'll have you battle ready stat." exclaimed the tech in the theater overlooking Cryo-bay two.
"Please look around the room, I need to get a calibration reading for your battle suit's diagnostics." the tech chief said.
"OK, I'm bringing your health monitors online."
"Vital signs look normal, no freezer burns. Alright, step out of the tube and follow me to the targeting station." Targeting and shield testing were uneventful, but after his shield was charged, the captain's voice came over the bay's comm.
"Cryo two, send the Master chief to the bridge at once."
"But sir, we'll have to skip the weapons diagnostics and. . ." the tech started to complain, but the captain cut him off,
"On the double, crewman."
"Aye, aye, sir. The skipper seems jumpy, we better get moving. Sam, you better get to your evac group."
"Yes, sir." he had barley time to finish, before an explosion sounded and super-heated plasma was spraying into the theater. "Security to cryo two. . ." 'Sam' managed to say before he fell over in a heap, dead.
"Come on, we've got to get the hell out of here!" the tech chief said, and ran for the door. In the hall, the Master Chief heard the 'clickity-clack' sound of his boots on the metal floor, only to be matched a seconds later by another 'clickity-clack' in unison with his. A quick glance sideways and he saw a S2 AM sniper rifle, and when he saw it's owner, he was in awe.
"Wait, I've got a faint pulse. Give her another charge."
"Clear!" Zap.
"Strong pulse. She's back with us."
"Great job, Sam. Get into Cryo-Theater two and wake up the other one. The skipper wants him up by the time those covie bastards get here. With luck, we can hold the ship long enough to make another slip-stream jump."
"Yes, sir."
***
"Tube shows green. Cycle complete."
"Sorry for the quick thaw Master Chief," said a tech chief as his cryo's door slipped open, "the disorientation should pass quickly."
"Welcome back, sir, we'll have you battle ready stat." exclaimed the tech in the theater overlooking Cryo-bay two.
"Please look around the room, I need to get a calibration reading for your battle suit's diagnostics." the tech chief said.
"OK, I'm bringing your health monitors online."
"Vital signs look normal, no freezer burns. Alright, step out of the tube and follow me to the targeting station." Targeting and shield testing were uneventful, but after his shield was charged, the captain's voice came over the bay's comm.
"Cryo two, send the Master chief to the bridge at once."
"But sir, we'll have to skip the weapons diagnostics and. . ." the tech started to complain, but the captain cut him off,
"On the double, crewman."
"Aye, aye, sir. The skipper seems jumpy, we better get moving. Sam, you better get to your evac group."
"Yes, sir." he had barley time to finish, before an explosion sounded and super-heated plasma was spraying into the theater. "Security to cryo two. . ." 'Sam' managed to say before he fell over in a heap, dead.
"Come on, we've got to get the hell out of here!" the tech chief said, and ran for the door. In the hall, the Master Chief heard the 'clickity-clack' sound of his boots on the metal floor, only to be matched a seconds later by another 'clickity-clack' in unison with his. A quick glance sideways and he saw a S2 AM sniper rifle, and when he saw it's owner, he was in awe.