Halo:Insurrection
The gold clad Brute road his Chopper back the the Insurrectionist's base. The base was, from the out side, a long metal wall about 400 ft long. Several large mechanical doors lined the outside to let out a mass of soldiers in case of an attack. As he approached one of the doors, it began to open automatically. He steered it straight into the hanger and dismounted from the Chopper. Short was still inside the crate of alien goods, passing out grenades, brute shots, and spikers to his fellow men. He looked up from the crate ad saw the Brute.
"Retuning alone?" Short stepped out of the large crate and met the Jiralhanae half way. "I take it our guests dispatched your Brutes?" Short received a blanke stare, then the Brute gave a low roar and walked past Short. "I'm going to my ship", he called over his shoulder.
The Brute walked deeper into the hanger and climber into a stolen Banshee. After activating it, he quickly left the hanger and flew it up to an old Covenant CCS-class cruiser Unholy Union. He went straight to the bridge, where upon entry every crew member paused and gave a quick salute before returning to their assigned tasks. "Romarus, what brings you back to the Union?" The Brute looked over his shoulder. His second in command was right behind him. "The human, Short, I think he's using us." Romarus's second in command, Bruntus, straightened his back, "how can you be sure? He has given us the information we need to destroy the human's military!"
"Then what? He wants us dead just as much as he wants his own race destroyed! Can't you see it? He enlisted us and the Kig'yar to destroy the UNSC, we take heavy casualties and lose half our fleet then he can move in and finnish us off! He knows to much of our weakened political state and technology. I have already witnessed his ability to use our weapons, he has been carful not to let on, but I see it. Behind our backs he is planning our demise. I was already sent out on a suicide mission!"
Bruntus looked at his commander confused, "why would you agree to go on a suicide mission?"
Romarus stepped close to his friend and whispered, "SPARTANs."
By the next day Wolf Team was half a click from the Insurrectionist's base. It had been a silent march all day. Geo was happy to have some distance between his team and that out post, but his fears grew. Brutes were notorious for their hatred towards humans, so what was going on? Had his team actually just saved the insurrectionist's out post from an attack? Or was there a deeper meaning behind this? It didn't add up, if the Brutes were on a seek and destroy mission to kill of humans on this moon, why didn't the innie's fight the Brutes? And had the aliens been sent to destroy Wolf Team, how did they get intel on their position? It troubled him deeply.
A split second before he asked Kona what she was thinking, her voice burst into the team's com.
"Heads up, I have multiple in-system slipspace ruptures above our postion" Geo stopped dead in his tracks and looked up. Six dark purple ships shot out of slipspace above them. They looked like giant sharks, the center was a bulbous shape that narrowed to a rounded front that hooked bac on itself. The fleet held a tight formation and several drop ships launched out of the hangers, all heading towards Wolf Team's objective.
Lord Hood's voice filled the Wolves' com, "Wolf Team, move forward and take out the target ASAP, we have your extraction set, but you need to finnish the mission." Kona replied, "sir, I think we may need reinforcements here in a minuet. This is about to get real bad!" A burst of static ended the conversation, "an emp burst from the slipspace fields. Give me a minuet, i'm going to try to contact Lord Hood using the Insurrectionist's own com frequency. I just need time to hack in and lock them out."
Geo nodded and turned to his team, "Jake you get in a high postion, give us cover. Jill, i'm playing rabbit, you set the bombs. If any of us have the chance, take out Cpt. Short." Two green acknowledgment lights winked in his HUD. Jake took off up a slight incline to the left, Jill followed loosely, but slightly changed her direction. Geo checked his ammo counter on both his rifles, then sprinted forward toward the base. He stopped at the crown of a small hill, just to where the peak gave him good cover. The large metal wall filled Geo's visor, he activated his camouflage. "Kona, are you in the com system?", there was a second of silence, " I am now." "Good, am I on the same frequency as the others?" He had Jake and Jill's positions locked in his HUD, but he didn't want to risk communicating in less he knew it was safe. "Yes, wolf team has full access, and I am in control." she gave a chuckle, "i am good, ya know?"
Geo rolled his eyes, then clicked the com on, "we have this com channel all to our selves, but don't abuse it. They could take this back at any moment. Jake, click the com once when you have a good spot to snipe from, Jill you need to be dark. I don't want to move to defend you until you have a spot to lay down those bombs." Both green lights flashed. "Good." Now all he had to do was wait. His eyes traveled up to the small Brute held fleet. "What are they planning?..."
Jill snuck toward the the wall as if she was a ghost. The quarter ton armor didn't even make sounds on the grass as she krept forward with a eery and deadly silence. The wall reminded her of medieval castles she learned about during her training. But she turned her attention back to the mission. She had to find a way to totally take down this base. She had 2 mini furnace sub nukes, a proto type bomb ment to bring devastating destruction, with out the hazard of nuclear radiation. Supposedly just one mini furnace could blow a hole in a UNSC frigate large enough to bring down the whole ship. She found what she was looking for, a large vent. All she had to do was have some stealth to rip it off the metal wall and she would be inside. After that, all she had to do was crawl around, lay a bomb at both ends of the base, and get out.
She carefully slid her fingers into the vent cover's light alloy slots, and with a tug ripped it from the wall. The passage was just large enough for her to crawl in with her rifle slung, but not the JACKHAMMER launcher. Jill unslung her rocket launcher, crawled into the vent, and laid the vent cover up against the wall outside. She left her launcher near the the vent cover inside the vent, then continued inside. "Geo, i'm in. I may be able to carry out my side of the plan with out you guys ever firing a shot." She waited a second for a reply. He came back over the com "acknowledged."
Jake was just getting into his position when Geo replied to Jill over the closed com. He chirped in, "Jill, you need to hurry, i'm willing to bet that any second now there going to notice the high jacked channel." She flashed her green light once. "Okay now I get down to business." He pulled his SRS99C-S2 AM Sniper Rifle into his shoulder with his right hand as his left pulled the bipod down. He laid down in a prone position and hooked the scope cable to the back of his helment, instantly turning his HUD into a magnified version of the scope's view. "And now we wait..."
Geo had been watching for almost fifteen minuets. Small armed patrols had been on guard since they got there, but he was beginning to worry. There was a Brute armada floating up above, and the insurrectionists strolled about like nothing was going on. His fears began to grow. Kona could feel his pulse quicken, "now I know you aren't worried about those guards, so I assume its the fleet over our heads and them not giving a dam?" Geo nodded his head. "You better be glad I can tell when you nod. Any way, I have the same suspicions as you. This could very well be an alliance between pissed off humans and extremely pissed off aliens. But don't worry I contacted the ONI prowler, they have a small group of reinforcements on the way to the ship incase things get ugly. But don't try to figure this out just yet, we have ONI's finnest working on it right now." Geo had been listening intently, but was interrupted when he saw a guard get to close to the vent cover. "Don't look at, don't look at it", he chanted to himself. The guard slung the stolen UNCS DMR, or designated marksman rifle, then picked up the metal grate. "Fuck."