Authors Notes:
This chapter doesn't contain anything but violence and language, just so you know. Chapter 3 however, is going to have all the sex this story contains. This is my second fanfic so if I haven't improved much, give me a little time. Some of this story was written as I listened to Temptation by Godsmack.
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Lt. Baker rolled out of bed at the sound of Reveille. "Wuh, wuzzgoinon?" They usually didn't play Reveille when they're in an actual combat situation. He dressed hurriedly and put on his belt with his extra clips, grenades, and the tools Leslie gave him to use on the Brutes. He ran out of the tent and joined the line of soldiers at attention. He looked around at the camp, expecting to see a general or fleet admiral. But there was no one. What the hell is going on? Then the SPARTAN cam into view. Holy Fuck! So he hadn't been dreaming last night.
The SPARTAN addressed them, "Marines of the UNSC, I have been sent here to request your help on a…discreet operation. Cortana, fill them in."
Lt. Baker stared in awe as a purple-blue figure appeared out of thin air next to the SPARTAN. "Yes Master Chief. Marines, the chief is going to board a carrier where the new Brute Chieftain is meeting with the Prophet of Truth to plan out their next steps. His mission is to kill the Chieftain and secure the Prophet of Truth, and you're going to help him." She gave a reassuring smile to the Marines. Cortana looked at each of their faces in turn and almost giggled at how scared they looked. What a bunch of greenhorns.
The SPARTAN, Master Chief, turned to Lt. Baker and nodded, "You will help lead the marines through the carrier, securing a small perimeter around the place where the Chieftain and Truth are meeting. We'll go over more details later, for now we need to make it to the rendezvous point due south of here. A small militia of natives to this region is going to escort us through the terrain. They know this place better than we do, so their help will be valuable. The natives will take us past San Louis Potosi, to the awaiting longhorns stationed there. The Mexican president is being generous letting us resupply here, lets not test that generosity." The SPARTAN finished, slinging his assault rifle onto his back. He walked over to the table and picked up Cortana's data crystal and inserted it back into his helmet. Lt. Baker watched with awe, it was still sinking in that a full-fledged SPARTAN stood in front of him. It looked like a walking tank. The MJOLNIR armor looked scratched and worn from battles long ago. The sheer awesomness of the Master Chief was not as intimidating now. After a period of scrutinizing him, Lt. Baker began to feel the Master Chief more as a guardian, a helper of the innocent and protector of mankind.
"Awe man, my legs are killing me." Corporal Nichols had bitched for a solid hour and Lt. Baker was close to shoving his foot up his ass. Nichols climbed up onto a ledge and surveyed the surrounding landscape. "Sir, I think I can see the natives' base camp. Yeah! There it is! It's about—his head exploded.
The SPARTAN reacted almost instantly, drawing out his assault rifle and diving over the ledge towards the incoming fire. The marines were still pulling out their weapons when the Master Chief climbed back over the ledge, and collected Nichols' dog tags, covered in the glowing green Brute blood. It reminded Lt. Baker of the request that Leslie Hoffman had made. He walked over to the Master Chief with his own request, "Sir, uh…c-could you do me a favor?"
Master Chief looked at him for a second, sizing him up. "What favor?"
Lt. Baker hid behind the sandbags, reloading as fast as he could. After slamming the new clip in, he stood up and opened fire. Rounds pelted into the Brutes from all sides. All Brutes but one fell dead. The last one hadn't yet berserked, still retaining the sanity to ask, "And why am I alive? Are you going to tie me up and experiment on me!?" Lt. Baker watched, as it got angry and with one homicidal roar it berserked. The Master Chief was on it in seconds. He tripped the Brute then quickly jammed the syringe in its ass and began to pull blood. The container was half full when the Brute got up and charged a marine. He rolled out of the way and let Master Chief jump on its back and pull more blood. Satisfied with the amount in the container, Master Chief pulled out his M90A Shotgun and fired one shell into the back of the Brutes skull. Its head imploded, squirting blue brain matter.
Lt. Baker clipped the vial onto his belt, making sure it was protected, if he didn't get this back to Leslie, he probably wouldn't get laid.
They trudged on, Corporals Gregory and Miller hauled the backpacks full of extra ammo while Captain Sophia Banks drove their only mongoose with their food tied to the back. Ahead, about half a mile away, the militia of native Mexicans waited. One of them, apparently the leader walked up to Master Chief and spoke, "Bienvenidos a San Louis Potosi mis amigos!" Welcome to San Louis Potosi my friends.
Cortana replied, "Gracias para ayudarnos." Thank you for helping us.
"De nada. Eres la jefe principal?" No problem. Are you the Master Chief?
"Si…eh…tu hablas ingles?" Yes…um…do you speak English?
The Mexican smiled and replied, "Indeed I do, quite fluently, actually. So my friends, we hear that you need some escorting eh? First lets rest. Then we'll get some tequila out and have us a party." The other Mexicans yelled their approval. Lt. Baker's men came and settled on chairs and small makeshift couches. The Mexicans eyed them as if they were schoolchildren. The Mexican, Lt. Baker found out, was Colonel Alejandro Mendoza, cousin to Corporal Perez who fought with the Master Chief in New Mombasa. Lt. Baker looked beyond the small encampment, seeing nothing but sand and rocks. A tiny dirt devil swirled around, kicking up the yellow sand and flinging small rocks around. He turned back around to see a petite woman, probably a Captain, carrying several large bottles of tequila and shot glasses for everyone. She leaned down and her small perky breasts almost fell out of her shirt. She stood up straight, grabbed a bottle of tequila gulped down a large amount. She ripped off her shirt, exposing herself completely and poured tequila all over herself. She wore a wide grin on her face and yelled, "Tequila!" Lt. Baker smiled, I love Mexicans.
Lt. Baker groaned as another wave of nausea hit him like a hammer. He walked as he vomited, leaving a trail as he went he looked up and wiped his mouth. Up in the distance, he could see two Longhorn fighters waiting to carry them to space. They shimmered like some sort of mirage. The Mexicans walked at a much faster pace, looking back at their hungover companions, they occasionally stopped and laughed.
Once they finally reached the Longhorns. The pilots climbed out to greet them. The first one there introduced himself, "Captain Montgomery, sir, if its not too much to ask, we need you aboard immediately." He led several Mexicans and some of Lt. Baker's men into his Longhorn, while the petite Captain, Lt. Baker and Colonel Mendoza climbed aboard the second Longhorn. The pilot sat down at the controls and began to perform the pre-flight checklist. As he glanced to a console above him, the Captain strode over to him and sat between his legs. He looked down to see the Captain unzip his fly and pull out his dick. He barely got to say anything before she started to suck on it. He could barely hold back a groan as he squirted cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all and wiped her mouth off, smiling. She crawled out from between his legs and sat back down with the Colonel and Lt. Baker. Colonel Mendoza looked towards Lt. Baker and explained, "I believe the word in English is nymphomaniac."
Lt. Baker nodded, slightly disturbed, "I see."
A vibration shuddered through the hull of the Longhorn as they left Earth's atmosphere. They were now in low orbit. Lt. Baker glanced out the window. He marveled for a moment at Earth's beauty. He could see Asia, a large green mass with deserts and jungles. He even spotted the Great Wall of China. He'd read that you could see the Great Wall from space, but he had never looked for himself. The Captain took this moment of him looking away to do him the same favor she'd done the pilot. He leaned back, might as well enjoy it, it's free. Colonel Mendoza sniggered.
The Longhorns docked on the cruiser Sun's Fleet for escort to the Covenant carrier. Lt. Baker met back up with his marines, happy to see them. "How was the ride?"
Captain Banks was smiling, she rarely smiled so Lt. Baker opened his mouth to ask what she was smiling about. Before he could ask, she said, "Corporal Miller threw up on Gregory!"
Lt. Baker leaned to the side and saw behind the Captain the two puke covered dumbasses fighting. He laughed, it wasn't everyday that two imbeciles covered in slime fist fought over being covered in slime.
They small pack of Mexicans and the four Americans stepped into the bridge of the Sun's Fleet to greet the Captain, Christopher Sandler. Lt. Baker saluted the Captain, "Sir, Lt. Baker reporting for duty."
Colonel Mendoza said, "Its good to see you again my friend! Que paso since we last talked?"
Sandler had a small grin on his face. "I became the Captain of this ship, obviously. But lets dispense with the formalities. Its good to see you again." He lifted a cigar to his mouth and took a large puff. "I will escort you to the carrier. There you will board a longhorn and infiltrate it through the plasma exhaust vent underneath the Cannon. Details will remain sketchy for now, but I promise I'll have more for you within the hour." The Captain took another puff then turned to a small pedestal. "Eternal Lament."
A green-blue man dressed in an Air Force jumpsuit appeared above the pedestal, he had a smirk on his face. Lt. Baker guessed that it was not a 'smart' AI. A 'smartass' AI maybe. The AI turned to the Captain after surveying the odd bunch of Marines and Mexicans. "Sir?"
"Set a course for the carrier, remain cloaked. Skirt around the Cairo and fire one MAC round into the core reactor, keep them from leaving the immediate area. This needs to be done within the next thirty seconds. Go!" The Sun's Fleet turned towards the Cairo and shot off. It reached the Cairo and jackknifed, flipping around to face the distant carrier. It glowed with a purplish haze, a menacing creature ready to fight. Fortunately the Sun's Fleet was out of its killzone. But it was not out of theirs. Eternal Lament targeted the heat signature coming from the core reactor. He fired. A boom shook the Sun's Fleet and everything went dark. The crew saw the tremendous flash as the MAC round shot towards the Carrier. They watched as the round burst through the carrier's shield and tore through ship's hull. The core redlined as the MAC round passed through the convulsing energy, opening the circuit. A dull boom reached them as half of the carrier fell away into Earth's gravitational pull. The carrier was now a cheetah with one leg.
Captain Sandler smiled.