Chapter 2: First Aliens, and now Alien Robots!?
It was dark, at least, for the next few seconds. No power, nothing, no lighting. Everything was silent.
Am I dead? Blake wondered to himself curiously, that was until the lights flickered back on in the engine room. At that moment, the realization that he wasn't dead, so he pulled himself up and off the floor before turning around and heading out the door. First Objective: Find Lasky, Second Objective: Gear Up, Third Objective: Download ALL intel from the ship's mainframe than do a complete Cole Protocol. Lastly: Rig the ship to blow and get the hell out of dodge.
The First Objective went as expected, poorly. Blake had a bad feeling he was going to have to end up clearing out the bridge of hostiles to get to his CO. Which, he did. In his mind though, his Spartan Time kicked in, or bullet time, whatever one want's to call it. He was too fast for any of the other "rebel" Spartans to stop. They were mainly Spartan IV's that learned the truth about the SII program anyways.
Plus, none of them had any sort of power armor that Spartans usually got. So in the end he only wasted on magazine from his MA5B sixty round assault weapon. Hosing down the entire room full of people.
He only had to spray and pray really. Luckily for him, Lasky, was on the floor out cold so he didn't get hit. Sadly, Lasky was out cold. Not even the gunfire had been able to wake him up.
After finishing that little problem of the remaining hostiles on the bridge, he quickly moved to secure Lasky, checking and double checking to make sure the man was not injured or dead, which he wasn't it.
Another sigh came from him, this one of annoyance as he had to pick the man up and carry Lasky up over the Spartan's shoulder. This was a mild annoyance compared to what he was going through really. He started to sprint, fast, out of the bridge and down the halls to find his next destination, the armory.
-Mojave, USA, 1800 Hours—
Optimus Prime was dead locked in battle with a group of deceptions, a battle of nothing but gunfire in defense of their new home. With energon running low, he hadn't had much energy to keep on in this grueling fight, but something in his spark kept telling him to push on, keep fighting, for there was something on its way to help. But what is the question.
Arcee was running and gunning as it is said among the humans. Though Bumblebee appreciated their culture more than most of the Auto-bots, or any of the Cybertronians did. Not that they didn't respect their ways, but, there were obvious differences in culture.
Speaking of said Scout, the yellow car had just came driving down the road and transformed into its robotic form to help out both Optimus and Arcee, at this moment though it was mostly just a battle in the middle of the plain desert, no one could really except much in the way of cover or anything.
-Space, UNSC Ship, 1830 Hours—
Blake had finished his run to the armor, downloading all the weapon schematics and vehicle schematics he could before heading to his next location, and the same location he had left a unconscious Captain. This just so happened to be the launch bay for the HEV pods the hell jumpers and sometimes Spartan's use. Version 9 of said Pod, which has a full metal outside, but a few bits and here were see through completely like glass but on one side it was tinted black so one couldn't see inside, but, still made of a titanium alloy metal to keep it fully protected.
Blake had stacked up light, next to an unknown planet, with a first contact situation, well; this was going to be interesting as hell. He was going to drop off a few weapon cases to the bay before heading to the engine room to set the ship's drives to implode. He only hoped when he made Planet fall, and hit ground side that he'd find a way to lay low or possible find a way back home.
-Majove USA 1900 Hours.—
"Prime! Your downfall is at hand!" A loud and proud Star-Scream shouted over to the red and black truck auto-bot who was involved with melee combat.
"Star-Scream it is not my downfall that you should be worried about! It shall be your own spark that withers today! I feel it within my Spark, and with that, in its own, through the All-Spark!" Optimus replied a just as proud without arrogance though, then quickly dodged a slash from the one he was fighting, just another one of the drones of the Decepticons army. In reaction, Optimus did a quick spin around his foe and went for a kick to where on a normal human body would be the lower spine with his metallic like shin area. He heard a crack and that was could enough for him as the foot soldier went flying a bit father than, some would probably like.
Prime then quickly jumped back and aimed his ranged energon weapon towards a small group of again charging drones. Arcee had come along to his ad and his side blasting away at the group as well, plus Bumblebee wasn't to far off to the right shooting into the crowd that seemed to be losing some, but gaining more as they also began to charge the almost distance which would for match of 3 miles for humans.
-Space, UNSC Ship, 1910. -
Now that the engine was set to explode at the throw of a single switch, all Blake needed to do was head back, load up the pod with all the weapon crates, which only help two of each weapon, one of each heavy weapon. Plus in his suit he had almost all the schematics to the weapons so he just needed to get materials to build them.
Quickly heading back to the launch bay, he ran straight in and loaded up said crates to the pod he was going to use. He also had taken a bit of another thing, something for Lasky to wear just in case they ran into hostiles. A full set of standard O.D.S.T. Combat Assault Armor, it may not have shields, but it'll due.
He went over to the corner where he had left the unconscious captain before kneeling down and shaking the man into the land of the living again. With a groan and a groggy blink of his eyes a few times, he slowly got up with the help of Blake, which he shot a questioning look to the dark armored Spartan. "…Put it on, we're leaving…" He simply told Lasky before handing him a the under jumpsuit and the armor bits. "It should be self-explanatory as you slip into it. I'll finish loading up the ammunition…We'll probably be stuck planet side for a while…"
"What planet?" Lasky asked curiously as he began to slip into the standard classed ODST armor. Mainly black with a few white stripes.
"Unknown, but it supports humanoid life, also, it looks a bit like earth…older earth. African deserts and all that stuff." He explained simply and emotionlessly. As usual. 'Does it kill him to at least show some worry?' Lasky thought questioningly as he looked over the Spartan who was loading up bits to the newer modeled HEV pod before popping the lid. Then he sat down to check some of the systems. "…" It was dead silent as Lasky slipped on the helmet. "You know, I was trained to be a marine, then a navy-man, not a ODST." He stated kind of sarcastically.
"Well, marine training should suffice. At least you'll be able to defend yourself...I mean, I won't have to come save you, a third time, so that should be good." He explained, his voice dipped a bit teasingly before he sighed. "Alright, you ready?"
A simple nod came from Lasky before a sudden question popped up. "…Where's my Pod?" He asked. "….We're sharing…don't make it any more awkward than it is sir…" Was all Blake would say about it. "…So I- Know what, never mind, Spartan, if anyone asks about this mission. For the love of god leave this part out…of the report as well, if we get back home."
"That goes for you too sir." He cut him off with a cold stare. How was it cold you may ask? Well, Lasky learned when a Spartan-II stares to someone coldly, that person, and that person alone, has their own temperature drop at least 5 degrees.
Sighing he simply walked over and sat down, straight in the S-II's lap, it was, kind of awkward for both of them. Not that Blake was straight, or gay for that matter, he wasn't all that caring really. It was just, awkward to have his superior sitting on his lap like he was Santa Claus, as for Lasky, it was awkward for other reasons. (This is a tease modafuckas! N/A P.S: No in reality Blake is Bi and Lasky is straight, just Blake isn't caring for relationship like things.)
-20 seconds later.-
"Launching in… five… four… three… two… one… Mark." Was all Blake said before punching it, then while on the way down and out, once out of the tube and on the planet side, Blake reached down to his hip and pulled out a modi-fide detonator before clicking the button.
-Mojave, 10 seconds before the explosion in Space.-
Prime and Bumblebee were locking in a two vs two against Breakdown and Knock Out. Bumblebee using his speed against Breakdown easily winning their fight by dodging most of the attacks. Were Prime was having a little trouble with Knock Out, but really it was more of a dead even at the moment between the two.
Suddenly, Knock Out dodged a punch from Optimus, at the same time as Bumblebee; both the smaller Cybertrons landed back to back while the larger ones suddenly clashed at the same time, fist landing against fist literally. And then.
BOOOOOOOMMMMM!
The large noise echoed and made all of them, drones, Breakdown, Optimus, Bumblebee, every one of the, look straight up to the sky. Seeing nothing but a blue, red, and yellowish explosion in low orbit, and on the way, they saw something coming down like a meteor. The good noise, it wasn't a cybertron, that much could be told by its shape, bad news, it was the size of a small car, and would probably make one hell of a crater if it hit someone.
-In the HEV Pod, sametime.—
"Jesus h- Blake, warn me when you're about to set off a god damn nuke!" Lasky said a bit angered by the Spartan's decision to blow up the damned engine and the ship along with it. "…Sorry sir, was the only way to keep UNSC Tech and information out of possible enemy hands, we have a first contact situation going on, can be too careful." Again, emotionally dead inside that military voice, once in a while he would show some emotion, but, no one would ever really know what he's thinking.
Twenty seconds later, the hit something, heavy, large, and metal and went clean through it obviously no idea what they had hid and shot straight through, sadly though, this knocked Lasky out again by the shock of hitting something large and metallic, possibly taking an alien life, and plus, well, he was trained marine style, he wasn't really built for the "Feet first into hell" thing.
-With the Optimus.—
The Prime stood there, slack jawed; as the metal object that had come down smashed into Breakdown, and cut straight through his middle section, this made Knock Out call their ship to open up a gate to get them the hell out of there. He had quickly rushed over to help his partner and rushed back to the giant green portal that opened up briefly for the two to escape.
As for these cybertrons left, Arcee and Bumblebee were cleaning up the other drones while, the still dazed Optimus Prime, finally started to snap back to reality and started to approach the strange alien like pod thing that had crash landed and was now partially imbedded in the ground.
Leaving it there, cause I don't wanna ruin the moment. FINALLY! After a long brick wall hit, I've finally found a way to climb over it. Now, how do you thing the meeting will go when Spartan, meets Giant Robot? Giant, ALIEN, Robot? Well, your guess is as good as mine kiddies.
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