Wow, its been awile since I've posted a chapter! Sorry about that guys and gals! Anyways here is Chapter 3, please remember to Read and Review...how else am I going to know if you like this or not?
After, Missy felt it was time to go visit her good friends…the corpses.
She kept the morgue far down in the basement, where it was nice and cool. The Morgue must have been some sort of mechanic chop shop before she had got here. Car and vehicle parts had been strewn all over the benches ad tables, and the air still held a faint smell of oil. She felt it was sort of funny that instead of a machine chop shop, it was a nice and bloody body chop shop. Instead of chains and bolts everywhere, there were bits and pieces of dissected body parts and entrails. The smell of oil, though faint, was masked by the stench of blood and rot. Nurse hated it down here, but this was were she found solice.
She took out a blood spattered notebook labeled "Sangheili" from one of the crummy desk drawers. Nurse had wrote the word for her and told her it meant elite.
She ran a finger over the strange alien word and walked over to the rows of makeshift tables. Crates and stacked barrels, and in one case, an overturned warthog kept the corpses off the ground. The one true metal examination table held her corpse-to- be-examined. It was rather lumpy looking under its grimy cloth, and some of the indigo blood had seeped through.
She clucked her tongue sadly at the corpse when she threw off the tattered cloth. For some reason it was very hard to come upon an intact elite corpse. She blamed it on their tendency to "die with honor". The only thing left of her elite corpse was a severely damaged torso and mangled arms.
Sighing she grabbed a nice clean bone saw and began to cut the annoyingly tight armor from the better looking arm. She chuckled to herself a little.
Most people are scared to death of corpses, whether they are human or alien, but she wasn't. Maybe it was because her parents had been doctors, maybe it was her training, or maybe she was just messed up.
Her thoughts wandered to the morgue on Reach, the dead marines after some cocky Spartan decided to show them who was top dog in a fist fight, Mother's encouraging teachings…Missy snapped herself out of it and tried to focus only on cutting.
Thankfully she didn't have to distract herself long. Her excitement escalated when she finally sliced through the armor. And now let's see what secrets you hide. The elites fascinated her more than any other species of covenant. Their muscles were so tight and fibrous, definitely denser than humans.
But the two species, though seemingly different had surprisingly similar structures. Yes, it was quite interesting indeed.
As she was sketching the magnificent muscle tissue Nurse came in and squeaked "Mistress…we are completely out of Unggoy rations." If he came down to the morgue to tell me this then it must be very drastic. Setting down her notebook she blew a stray black strand of hair from her face. "Time to suit up."
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Her armor was rather plain. Other Spartans had requested their armor in fancy colors and designs...they were pig-headed idiots.
She had requested a brown and tan paint job so she might more easily blend into her surroundings. Being a medic meant kneeling next to patients in dangerous situations; she didn't need to make herself a bigger target.
Nurse helped her put the suit on…well, the helmet. The grunt was on his tip-toes trying to fit the helmet over her head, even though she was kneeling. She grabbed the sides and helped grate it over her damaged neural interface. A combat wound had fried the circuits and put her in a coma for a month, and left her with a damaged suit of armor and neural slot.
The thought made her angry. She could fix any broken bone or mend any wound, but fixing a body and fixing a machine were quite different. Sometimes she really wished her friend Huddy was here. Huddy could have fixed anything.
Once the suit powered on the neural input caused a wave of nausea to sweep over her. The room flexed and spun, her vision doubled.
Nurse danced around her, trying to be ready in case she had a seizure again. Swallowing, she gritted her teeth and straightened "Let's do this." Nurse knew better than to question her, he just grabbed her large duffle bag and readied her secret weapons.
Ahh, another chapter completed! Yeah I know Missy turned out to be a spartan but so what? A lot of people make stories about spartans...but Missy is a bit special. Read and Review please! Until next we meet.