This is my first shot at a potential Sci-Fi, Halo-esque type story, so forgive the rookie mistakes. At first the story will follow the life of a young United Nations Space Command officer with a mysterious past and his interactions with other well-known Halo series figures. Eventually more characters will be introduced and different point-of-views will be used, but the main perspective will be mostly 3rd person.
Also, I do not own Halo. All rights go to Bungie and now 343 Industries...*sigh*. Anyways, lets get on with it. Enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE
"Brace!" Three more plasma torpedoes slammed into the portside of the UNSC Providence and the ship rocked in response. Captain Elias Thompson fell across the bridge and grabbed a nearby railing. Commander Nathaniel Novi landed near him in a heap. Papers as well as crewmen were thrown around the bridge, and fires sprouted on many consoles. Emergency alarms screamed warnings as the ship started to list. Thompson shifted his hold on the railing so he could see his second officer. "That was close." Thompson turned to the Navigation officer. He was still at the helm, barely stable in his seat. "Get us level, ensign!" The ensign nodded, and attempted to straight himself. The ship shook and the engines roared before finally leveling out, but just barely.
Where the hell did that Covenant ship come from? Thompson stood while shouting orders. "Return fire! Get us some room! And get those fires out!" Officers nodded frenetically, rushing back to their stations from which they had been thrown. Novi turned from the console he was watching. "Sir. Enemy ship circling." He paused for a moment before adding. "Boarding craft are 3 minutes out." Thompson nodded and sat in his command chair. He keyed the ship wide comm. "All hands, boarding parties are imminent. Battle stations! This is not a drill, I repeat this is not a drill!" He shut off the comm right before another plasma round hit the starboard side. He'd better be getting ready mused Thompson. These Covenant are in for one hell of a surprise.
Action filled the Providence's armory. Marines strapped armor on, secured rifle magazines to their chests, and checked ammunition. Anxiousness filled the room, quite obvious due to the mumbling. The mumbling ended when the door to the armory opened. "Attention!" The marines leapt onto their feet, snapping salutes. An older man walked into the crowded armory. The top of his hair greyed until halfway down the sides, and then white took over. SARGE was painted onto his chest plate.
"Gentlemen," he began in a deep Texan drawl. "It's plain and simple. The Covenant chose to attack one of the best ships in the UNSC." A chorus of oohrahs echoed through the room and a smile tugged at the sergeant's mouth. "And boy are these Covies in for one hell of a surprise! We WILL kill any aliens onboard, we WILL push them back to their ship, and by god we'll push them all the way back to their home world." Nods and agreement were heard from the marines. "They may want this ship, but all they're gonna get is a belly full of led, and a pool of their own blood to drown in! AM I RIGHT MARINES?!" Cheers and more oohrahs echoed the room. "Sir, yes sir!" His smile finally showed, and he reached for a shotgun. "Uh-huh, damn right marines!" He pulled back the fore-end, and pushed it back with a satisfying CLICK-CLACK! He waved the 12-guage through the door. "Now let's move it out. Double time!"
The marines jogged out, looking much more positive than before, and the sergeant followed. But before putting on his helmet, he reached down and pulled a wallet size photo from his chest plate. It was of a woman and a little girl. A smile stretched across his face, as he stared at the picture for several moments before sliding it back into the armor. He pulled his helmet on and followed his men off to battle.
Cryo bay #2 was one of the few less active rooms onboard the Providence. The Captain had ordered the Lieutenant thawed out, but maybe a little too late. Most of the ship's energy had been diverted to weapon and emergency systems, so little remained for minor tasks. The ship's AI, Jarvis, was assisting Chief Nicole Thompson in the unthawing process. If the Covenant were planning on boarding, and they were, then the Captain would need all the help he can get.
10 seconds until the tube will have finished thawing. Jarvis' hologram appeared in the observation room while Chief Thompson stood before the casket, watching as ice thawed away from the glass. "He's coming online now, chief." Jarvis keyed the five second thaw-out process, and watched as the Chief took a step back. The casket opened with a hiss. Nitrogen overflowed the edge of the tube, causing the room's temperature to drop a good twenty degrees and sending a shiver down the Chief's spine. An armored hand reached up and grabbed the casket's edge, before pulling the rest of the figure out of the misty nitrogen.
Thompson took another step back as the figure exited the cryogenic casket. The Spartan was huge, at least 7ft tall, covered in dark grey armor. A single stripe of gold ran down the center of his helmet and also his shoulder plates. He glanced around the room before locking onto her. In a deep voice, he spoke. "Did you miss me?"
Well, there you go! My first shot at a sci-fi story. Not the best but, oh well. Anyway, comments are appreciated (preferably positive criticism) and maybe I might keep the story going. Who knows... but until then, stay frosty my friends.
