Classified military location in Utah
Twenty minutes before arrival of super-tsunami
Captain Jack McCree was a 25 year old man. He stood 6'1", had brown hair and hazel eyes. He had over 20 decorations for acts of military valor. "McCree," a voice said behind him. Jack turned around and saw the ever familiar and cigar-smoking Sergeant Avery Johnson. Johnson was a 46 year old African-American man, standing at 6'4". Johnson had a habit of smoking ultra-filtered nicotine free Sweet Williams cigars. "Sir?" Jack responded. "Are all the vehicles in the motor pool?" Jack looked down at the tablet with the checklist on the screen he was using to count every vehicle. "All warthogs, pelicans, falcons, scorpions, hornets, wraiths, banshees, ghosts, and phantoms are accounted for." Jack said, referring to the code names for each vehicle. Johnson replied, "Good work captain, now get inside. We're going to sleep." As Jack walked into the underground facility, an announcement came over the PA: em style="box-sizing: border-box;"All personnel finish moving personal belongings into stasis chambers. Final cryogenic sequence will initiate in T-Minus ten minutes./em Jack hurried to his quarters, and put whatever items he had left into stasis chambers, 2' by 2' boxes meant to store and preserve biodegradable items for prolonged periods of time. Once all his items and clothes were put into the chambers, Jack slipped into a neoprene cryosuit.
He then began to walk to his designated area, Cryobay Q. Once inside, he saw a very familiar orb. It was silver with a blue photo-receptor at the front. The orb was 343 Guilty Spark, a self-contained AI that had come with the Sangheili. Guilty Spark hovered over to Jack and spoke, "Hello Captain! You should be aware that the remaining members of Fireteam Nova are already asleep, excluding Sgt. Johnson." Almost as if on cue, Johnson strode in. "Ah, hello Sargeant!" "Let's just get this over with." Johnson replied. "Oh. Of course sir." Guilty Spark replied, switching over to a more serious tone. Johnson climbed into his designated pod, Q4. Guilty Spark then administered anesthesia, and Johnson was asleep in seconds. Guilty Spark then hooked Johnson's veins up to a machine, which in turn pumped out his blood, to freeze it. Then, the capsule's door closed, and on the display the temperature dropped rapidly to aout -5,673 degrees fahrenheit. Guilty Spark then turned to McCree and immediately regained his happy demeanor. "Your turn!" the orb exclaimed. McCree did as he was told, stepping into the pod, letting Guilty Spark do his thing, then everything went dark.
Hey guys, Deadender here. There will be aspects of both Halo and Splatoon in this story. And this time, i'm writing this with my mom's permission. Sort of. Later!
