Halo: Yuri's Revenge
(Disclaimer: I do not own Westwood or Microsoft's Red Aler Series, nor do I own Bungie's Halo series.)
Yuri was hurtling through a white vortex of unimaginable power. His mind was full to burst with images fleeting pas his subconscious. Many of his comrades were experiencing the same, though not with the intensity that was buidling up within his cranium.His head arched backwards, his mind now numb.
A wave of white fire with a red glow around it strikes a planet, completely burning it's beautiful blue green and brown surface melting into glass.
A bulky gray-brown ship flickering into existence, only to be surrounded with strange bulbous silver vessels that threw streams of white fire at it.
A surface untouched by billions of years, it's creators long dead.
A halo like that of angels long past orbiting around a great giant.
A race of beings more powerful than he could imagine.
Then blank darkness, that blissful feeling of tranquility...
...That was shattered by the sudden force of throwing the converted APC back to another second of white violence inside that vortex.
With a mighty lurch, the ship more than tripled it's speed, barraging Yuri and his cohort with waves of images. But for him, there was one thing that struck his mind. A distorted scream shattered what sanity he had left for the time, the sound of dozens of men and women screaming as their bodies were taken from them and utterly distorted for other uses.
The scream thinned and then there was nothing.
"...rade Yuri! Please wake! Comrade Yuri!"
My head...feels like the time I went overindulged in that bar...What was it called?...Mouloine? Mou-something Rouge...what a headache that was. But this...
"He ist alive. Hurry, give me some of zat..."
A foul and sharp smell shot up from his nostrils and straight into his brain. Eyes flashing open, he sent a large cargo box of supplied near him into the titanium walls, denting it. "Calm down, zey vere just some smelling salts...Though ve are wery vorried you veren't going to make it."
"Where are we?" coughed Yuri as he rubbed his temples. The Captain called for someone, and handed him a bottle. Whatever it was, it was cold and brackish, though it cleared up the aching at once, "Ve don't know, but judging by our location, ve are not on Mars anymore."
He shook hi head at the impossibility, struggling to stand up, "Impossible, my calculations...it cannot be wrong!" "Zhen take a look yourself, Comrade Yuri, ve are in Valhalla!" He and a fellow Koslovic helped Yuri stand as they looked out of a cracked window.
A great temple of intricate designs stood above them, sunlight washing over them as the clouds passed by.
"Valhalla..." said Yuri, his jaw slack.
"Ja, it ist the only vay to describe it. Zat und I haf found more ruins around here, whoever built these were very careful in their art," said the Captain, gesturing outside.
Yuri looked at him, eyes wide, "You mean it is breathable outside?" "Yes, Comrade. The air is clear, it is the sweetest nectar since the Rainforest Wars."
He then noticed the smell. When you lived in a military complex, it is often hard to get oxygen into the lower systems, so many people would set up air scrubbers and recyclers, essentially manufactured air. It was tasteless, yes, but it was very much different from the kind a tree would make. It was with no wonder...
The psychic step out of the ruined truck, his eyes squinting at the bright light. His people were outside, wandering in groups of three as they explored the area around the great Temple. It was of a great vast scale, huge geomentic shapes cutting a scythe acorss the sky. They were on a great platform, with the wall like a row of guards, holding their spears high. There was a tower at the end of the platform, with a great semi-triangular door .
Yuri walked cautiously towards it. The white light light on the door changed color into green, opening noiselessly. He looked up, noting the spine-like edge and walked into the corridor. "I see we hvae a base of operations, Captain," Yuri commented as he surveyed the makings of a mess hall, and bathroom. "Ah, yes," nodded the german, "Ve stripped all ve can from the supplies ve had managed to salvage. But that is not all, come."
The Captain lead his superior to the heart of the complex, where a great hologram showed them their location. The slowly rotating hologram showed Yuri a great island, not quite a land-mass, but it was large. The structure they were on resembled a man lying on his back, the rib-cage standing upright, and the head a giant and thin triangle arching highinto the skies. It's flat spine facing the ribs. The Legs appeared to be bolted to and over the edges of the cliffs, and down the sides; like an elevator.
The Arms stretched out to the west and east, with five platforms housing an array of what appeared to generators. All on a mountain of a cliff. "I see, this does have a control panel, does it not?"
"Yes, it ist here," the Captain said, pointing to a set of prongs that moved apart to show a holographic set of controls. Yuri ran his hands around the prongs and touched the hologram. Surprise etched his face as he realized the hologram was solid.
"Ja, I know...surprise is all ve could find," muttered the Captain in awe, "here ist our biggest vone." Yuri moved aside to allow his subordinate to handle the controls. The man fiddled with it, pressing buttons here and there until; "Ja, It is like the Halos of an Angel?"
Yuri's headache worsened upon vague recogniction of the vast ring that seem to orbit around what remained of a planet and it's sun.
Just to add yet another chapter, reviews wanted usual.
-TARVA
