Chapter 4: Busted!
OOC: Ok. erm…no helpful points…erm…heh heh…ok then, on with it!
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"Welcome to the Red Faction!"
The door swung open freely as the six men and women stepped into the large warehouse. The whole place was literally filled with whatever junk they need to operate this delicate freedom fighting group. Computers were dotted around the area, analysing certain things that need to be checked. Weapons were piled higher than Jecht himself, mostly post era weaponry that they salvaged from old military bases and abandoned battlefields. Holographic maps are piled up like discs in a bookshelf that was probably used in some nerdy kid's bedroom, and finally a number of headsets that was used for VR training. The sound of gunshots echoed in the warehouse as numerous guns were tested for battle, but was luckily muffled and prevented the outside world from knowing this place's existence.
Turning around like some kid in a massively tall building, Jecht looked at every single thing that could have been seen, and was soon toured around the place like some little kid in a big candy store. Everything he dreamt of having was here, the optimum covenant computers, lots of weaponry to kick ass if the need comes and lots of other places where you would only find in a community centre (yes, that includes punch and pie.)
"Alrighty then…"Crystal said after she quickly summoned Jecht to her presence. "I like you to meet my father, Orion Williams who worked on the Bronze knight program. Father, this is Jecht, the one that you wanted to meet for a while."
"Ah, Jecht, so this is the son of the colleague that I worked with all those years ago." Orion said, shaking Jecht's hand and only letting go after a second or two. "You know that your father was one of the most well known man in human history?"
"Yes sir," Jecht replied, and pondered for what else to say, but was interrupted when he saw Orion looking at the maple box.
"So I see you still have a piece of your father, or at least his armour." Orion said happily. "We lost a piece of the suit a while ago, it was meant to be for you if you ever came, but the arm blade for it was stolen."
Jecht looked at the box before slowly opening it, inside the gauntlet was there where it belonged. Picking the thing up and putting the box aside he fitted the glove on and asked, "Is this it?"
Orion's eyes beamed as he saw the gauntlet shine. "Why yes!" He exclaimed, "That is it! Where did you find it?"
"Well I didn't exactly find it." Jecht said, before turning on his bitter voice. "Some guy who claimed to have killed my father gave it to me to scar my mind with the thought, and so far he might have succeeded."
"Fasamee?" Orion asked. "We thought we took care of him a long time ago!"
"Well yes father," Crystal cut in "but then we did not expect some drop ship picking him up while he was still lying unconscious."
"Oh…"Orion's voice faded away and was replaced by thought, but that changed when he remembered something. "So Jecht, I believe that the gauntlet is not damaged, right?"
"Well, it sustained some scratches…" Jecht answered.
"Scratches?" Orion scoffed, "Ha! A touch of paint would do wonders, do you know that the gauntlet was an energy blade attached somewhere?"
"I've…noticed." Jecht replied interestingly, knowing that something might happen next. Without hesitation the scientist took out a small, rectangular battery cell out of his bag and slotted the little chip into a small covered area of the gauntlet.
"Stand back everyone." Orion cried as the blade began to shimmer, and a marvellous golden flash as the blade burst into life like a phoenix returning from its ashes. The shape it was gradually morphing into could already be guessed as a thin, double bladed sword, sort of like an elites supreme weapon the plasma blade, just that the gap between the blades seemed to be narrower, and the blades slightly longer and luminescent than the plasma versions the elites were used to. Gripping the inside grip of the gauntlet tightly like his own life. Jecht paced slowly towards a clear space, staring blankly at the blade with his eyes focused hypnotically at the blade's shining, warm, light. This trance was only broken by a sudden cry of distress.
"THE COVENANT IS HERE!" Someone screamed outside before he was struck down by a hail of plasma bolts, which clearly lit up the other side of the walls as it struck the outside masonry. The secret hideout suddenly became alive again as more and more people appeared out of doors with assault rifles and pistols and even a couple with rocket launchers if they were needed. Jecht too turned off the blade (which returned to the hilt with dying specks of orange light.) and rushed to the pile of weapons that were stacked in a corner, nabbing a SMG before sprinting outside like as though his life depended on it (which theoretically was.).
Andre and a few others soon followed, entering the scene a-blazing with a wide variety of weapons; while another squad moved up to the roof (Jecht could have sworn he heard footsteps above, as well as the rattle of sniper fire that soon followed suit.). Taking the chance to fight he popped out of the crate that he hid behind when he reached the battlefield and unloaded ten rounds (give or take five.) into a group of grunts, which cried and scrambled behind a low wall, leaving some slow and dead friends behind. Scooping up a grenade on the ground he pulled the pin and tossed it far behind the barrier (where the grunts were.), where it bounced off a wall and landed in between the grunts, exploding with a small, sharp bang.
Sprinting beside a few Red Faction members Jecht asked whether he could be of any use, and was met with a number of replies yelling at him to take the opposite street roof. Doing so he picked up his SMG and bolted across the street, missing a few badly aimed shot by the grunts and jackals and made it into the building with ease. Two more jackals blocked his way but were struck down by Jecht's new activated blade, one had it's head lopped off before it even reacted, while the other had a puncture made across its midsection.
Running upstairs he reached the top after a few staircases. Where he met a dead freedom fighter still gripping his sniper rifle, his face scorched by a plasma bolt blasted straight into the head. Flinching at the sight, he hesitated to pick up the sniper rifle. Looking through the sights he aimed at some of the jackals firing at him. The first few shots he pulled missed or bounced off the shields. The next few shots hit their mark, taking a jackal's head off and blasting the plasma pistols off of their hands, making them scream in pain.
A few more cracks of the rifle silenced the few screaming imbeciles and the men downstairs took care of the rest. It was a relatively close call, with three dead and fifteen casualties. The covenant suffered something like forty dead and wounded grunts and jackals. Wiping the sweat off his forehead he took the sniper rifle as well as a few other salvaged weapons with him, slowly walking down the stairs with all the munitions. He treaded his way across numerous dead aliens as he walked across the street, and reached the entrance to the HQ with shoes almost dyed with blue blood.
Inside he met everyone who survived and was suddenly cheered upon by a few people, Orion and his daughter clapping while Andre seemed to have disappeared somewhere. After little this unexpected applause he saw Orion approach him slowly.
"Looks like we don't need to train you as much as the others said we would." Orion said, smirking. "So when do you want to start the program?"
"Right now." Came the reply.
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OOC: This chapter took a while to write because of everything that was going on (as well as me being lazy-
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Link Master500: Thank you for the comments, I'm trying to make this original but some mysterious force keeps pulling me towards Half-Life 2…meh.
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Oh well…It was a joke, I'll let it slide, I might look at it when I can.
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