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0002 hours, October 18, 2552 (revised date Military Calendar)/ in orbit around the Moon
Log 4, Capt. Matthew Jacobson.
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"Damn it," yelled the Captain as he attempted to start his data pad. He threw it against the wall and continued shivering. The temperature had gone down to 20 F. McClau cracked another light stick, shook it and threw it next to him. He tossed a solar blanket to the Captain and sat down rubbing his hands together he pulled out a frozen block and tossed it on the floor.
"What's that," asked the Captain asked.
"Food," the sergeant replied.
The two sat there shivering. The Sergeant ransacked the cargo compartments of the Longsword so everything was floating around the room and bouncing of the walls.
The Sergeant sat down and started hugging himself for warmth. In an attempt to take his mind of the situation he began to talk to the Captain.
"So, how'd you get into this mess," he asked.
"Excuse me," the Captain asked.
"You know. How'd you join the army and make it to Captain of the biggest ship in the UNSC."
The Captain looked around for a minute and said thoughtfully, "Well, it all started when I had turned twenty-one. My father fought against the rebel insurrection and it was predestined from birth that I would someday join the military. When I ship out from basic I was quickly promoted to the ODST and began training immediately. Soon I was a battle hardened Hell Jumper and I was ready for some action. Unfortunately, being part of the most elite force in the UNSC had gotten to my head. When the SPARTANS were introduced I developed a bitter bigotry for them, as did all the Hell Jumpers. My first mission came soon after the Covenant attacked Sigmus Octanius. We immediately landed and set camp by the beach. We thought our defenses were perfect. We had lined the place with radar, trip wire, and pressure sensors, the whole Kit-and-Abuttal. I don't know how those bastards got through, but they did. They struck in the morning. In a few hours it was over. They swept through and began frying the base. I was caught in a bunker. When an explosion kicked me up against the wall. I was to injured to move. That's when the jackals came in to scout. I think those bastards enjoy making things suffer. Any elite would have finished me off. However, the jackals did not give me that pleasure. They use overheated plasma pistols to inflict severe burns on my stomach, face and back. They also used a charged bolt to incinerate my leg. They left, and set the bunker on fire. I knew it was over. I just didn't think it would be so soon. Then one of those Spartans busted through the bunker, found me and dragged me out. After that I threw away my bigotry for the Spartans."
"So how'd you get to Captain," the Sergeant asked.
"Well after I was hospitalized I received a mechanical leg and was given two options. I was in no condition to go back to Hell Jumping so I was given the choice to go home to my family or get admitted to the Naval Academy on Reach. I chose to go to the Naval Academy. I was taught under the instruction of Commander Jacob Keyes and Admiral Preston Cole. Both were strategic geniuses. When Reach was attacked I was Captain of the UNSC Applegate. I was headed for a re-supply station when I received news of the attack. Unfortunately, by the time I got there, it was too late. Reach was being destroyed and there was nothing I could do about it.
The Captain took a deep breath and slammed his fist in to cold wall.
"I should have been there!" He yelled.
"You would have died," the Sergeant replied.
"Yes, but at least I would have died for humanity, not in this frozen tin can."
He shivered a little more and looked back at the temperature. It was now 15 F.
"So what's your story?" the Captain asked.
The Sergeant looked up and clattered his teeth.
"I was born on Paris IV. When I was twenty-seven there was a draft and all men above twenty had to enlist. I said goodbye to my family and joined the marine core. I soon made it to the rank of Sergeant Major. Soon the Covenant attacked and we had to set up a defensive perimeter around the capitol of Paris IV. I remember my comrade Avery Johnson and I stole a huge crate of Covenant plasma grenades. We used every one up and in the end were able to hold the Covenant off till we could get a tactical air strike on the location. However, it wasn't enough. They broke through our flank and made it to the inner city."
The Sergeant blinked away a tear that welled up on the side of his eye.
"My family lived in the inner city," He said as he wiped the tear away.
"What happened?" the Captain asked.
"Well," the sergeant began, "As soon as I got the message I left my post and made it to the inner city, but I was too late. The Covenant had already swept through. When I got to my house the door was blown down. There was ruble and plasma burns everywhere. I immediately ran to my six-year-old daughter's room to find my wife and child slumped against the wall dead."
The Sergeant paused for a second and continued, "I heard a rustling in the next room and figured I would at least catch who was responsible for what had occurred. I found an elite who was ransacking the kitchen looking for food. Its shield was off. I raised my pistol and aimed. The elite turned around as I fired and took the bullet in the jaw. Two if its mandibles on its left side tore off and it ran out of the house screaming. That day I swore to avenge my family's death. "
The Sergeant took a breath and yelled, "I'll kill every Covenant bastard I see hoping it's that one Elite.
The Captain nodded and turned around. A large thump was echoed inside the cockpit. The Sergeant got up and looked around. He felt heat from the hatch in the back. The Captain got up as well and grabbed his data-pad with Archimedes' data crystal. The Sergeant edged closer and noticed the sides of the door turn cherry red. Soon the edges melted and the door slammed into the floor with a large thump. The Sergeant and Captain pulled out there magnums and aimed toward the door. A hand shot out of the door and instantly the Sergeant grabbed the figure and put him up against the wall.
"No hard feelings, Sarge," the figure said.
The Sergeant relaxed and let go of Dylan who was now completely in shock. Two more men stepped out of the door, one being Kenny and the other being Lieutenant Davies, a pilot of the hundred and first airborne.
"Woo-wee, it's cold in here," Kenny shouted out loud.
The Sergeant smiled and walked into the Pelican that was docked into the Longsword. The Captain followed along with the two soldiers and pilot. Inside were several marines sitting along the sides. They saluted as the Captain walked in. The Captain returned the salute and continued into the cockpit and inserted Archimedes into a slot on the left. The panels flashed and a voice was heard over the speakers.
"Well, it is good to see you again. I am sorry for the unexpected shutdown but I had to deactivate in order to prevent damage from the EMP. I hope you understand," said Archimedes.
"Not a problem, Archimedes," Jacobson said as he turned around to Davies who was just entering. "Alright, lets make our way back to Earth."
"I'm sorry, that's not possible," Davies replied.
"What do you mean, pilot," said the Captain.
The pilot sat down and gripped the controls.
"We were damaged in the explosion. The Pelican does not have enough power to make it half-way there," Davies announced.
"Then we'll have to improvise," the Captain mumbled, "Archimedes, pull up maps of the moon."
"Yes sir."
A computer near by flashed to life and displayed several maps of the moon's surface. The Captain pointed at one.
"That one, that's were we want to go," the Captain rang out as he pointed at a small square on the map.
"What's that, sir?" asked Davies.
The Captain scratched his forehead and spoke," It was a re-supply station for the UNSC. It was abandoned after the Cradle was invented. Now it's used to stock up decommissioned weapons."
"What are you thinking sir?" asked the pilot.
"If we can dock with it and find some fuel cells, we can get home. If you have a better idea than please, enlighten me," the Captain said.
"Nope that sounds like a plan," Davies replied with a smile.
"Good. Archimedes, start using standard docking codes. Try to see if we can get that thing open," the Captain said.