Halo: Betrayal of the Spartans
By: Natination
Author notes: wow, 139 hits, meaning at least 100 people read my story. It would be great if more people would review, but I guess I'm glad people are even reading the story. As for the Sergeant Johnson part, I have something better in store for him. This is supposed to take part AFTER the ark. Who ever said that the war would be over after the ark was found? Just my thought pattern.
"Don't shoot! Friendly." A voice called out.
Nate twisted around and froze for a full three seconds before dropping the magnums to the ground. A UNSC cargo ship had landed, taking refuge in the planet's stratosphere before heading to slip space. It had probably watched as the nuke had hit them and could do nothing till the shockwave went past.
He felt his legs give out, he couldn't move anyway as he fell face forward into the grass meadow. Three men rushed out and tried to get him out. Another fourth man was needed to move Nate to the ship where ODST's from other squads and from his was being treated for wounds from the blast.
"What happened to them?" Nate whispered to one of the guys.
"Tactical nuke came down and almost got the entire company. Some fool ordered them to stay put as the Covenant was heading straight for them. I think they were bait for the covenant."
(Flashback)
Three Spartans stood in the office as an ONI agent explained the mission. One of the many in the Agency, with all the years, one ONI agent looked all the same as the rest.
"We have a company of men trapped and surrounded by the covenant, you are to blow this tactical nuke and create a hole for the men to escape in the lines. Avoid the blast area and punch a hole in the covenant lines at a different point, in the confusion it will be quite easy. John will be reinforcing your 4 squads with another once he arrives from outer-system. Once he does, Go in and rescue the men. "The ONI agent stood as he finished. "I leave the rest up to you, any questions?"
No one answered. "Good. Dismissed."
(End Flashback)
Simple OP it was suppose to be. The Spartans had rescued or fought with 7 out of 10 companies out of every brigade of men at least once. Off to the rescue for another one. No AI backup as well.
"Simple my ass." Nate told himself as he remembered the briefing. Someone decided to tactical nuke everyone within 20 miles of the friggin covenant. Men were moved in and tables and floor areas cleaned up as people were hauled in. The dead were lined up outside.
Nate crawled over to a wall and propped himself up as he watched the grim crew bringing in the wounded as the single doctor tried to treat everyone he could. Med kits from squads were sprawled out everywhere.
"How many KIA?" Nate asked.
"20 out of 30 of the 5 squads with you." One crew men said as he pasted with an ODST.
"5 aren't expected to make it." He whispered on his way back. "The Spartans, well we got almost all but 2 of you guys alive. You guys are indeed hard to kill."
"Yup." Nate said. "Tags?"
"Michel and unknown."
"Remove the bottom left bottom foot plate, there is additional name tag there." Nate said. He wanted to know who else he had lost. The crewman went to do his task and came back a minute later and murmured a name. "Paul."
"Get me up, we have to strip the armor off of him, we're going to need the spare parts." Nate sighed. Another friend dead. "Any other Spartans awake?"
"One guy named Sam sprained his hand. The rest are unconscious or sedated for the pain of injuries." The man said lifting him up. They walked over to the dead Spartan body lined up with the dead ODST's. He glanced over at the Crewman's uniform, No name tag was found on him. Not military then.
"What's your name?" Nate asked as he down at the man, he was easily a few inches taller then him. His neck was so sore that Nate before hand decided to not test his neck at first.
"Ben." The man replied. He looked around to see if anyone needed help but then turned back his attention to Nate. Nate looked at the two bodies as he heard the metal on the ship give a resident thud. A Spartan had jumped off the bed and onto the floor. Nate continued to strip the parts off the Spartans as Ben tried to help. Sam strolled down the ramp and looked at the bodies. He sighed. Military waste of good men. He walked wordless and sat down and worked on removing Michel's armor.
"Alright, Listen we need to get out of here and up to the Corvette that is in orbit." Nate explained. "We can get out of here quicker if we can board them and have Captain Bertrand slip space us to the nearest UNSC station."
"Sir… there is no corvette in orbit anymore, there's just wreckage." Ben grimly replied. "When we were heading down to rescue you guys, the Corvette was under attack, we couldn't tell who though."
"Damn. Captain Bertrand can't help us then." Nate said. "We need to get out of here before whatever killed them comes back to pick up the remains of their forces."
"I'll tell the captain of what you said." Ben said. "I can tell you right now he'll be glad to get out of here ASAP."
"Sir, we have Covenant forces incoming! Some of them must have survived the blast." A man yelled. He had a battle rifle he picked up from one of the ODST's.
"Let's go!" One man screamed at everyone to get board. He was obviously the captain partly by the way he dressed and the way he ordered everyone around. He quickly issued orders for them to leave the dead and scour the site one last time for survivors.
"Ben let's go!" The man yelled.
Nate and Sam set the pyre of fire. Spartans called it that way because it burned very much like a burial fire, burning everything within a 15 meter radius. The reactor would be set on a fatal power loop and overload.
Three men grabbed one ODST who had his arm ripped off and leg torn open. Carefully but quickly they hauled him onboard. The Captain rushed his men aboard as Nate and Sam waited as the door shut. The Ship lurched forward as it picked up off the ground and flew off into the sky. Plasma scorched part of the hull but didn't do any serious damage as the craft listed to one side as it made a sharp turn for the stratosphere.
Nate looked out a camera on the hull to find the remains of the Corvette that was their home for the last 3 months. It laid in pieces as bodies floated among them. It was torn apart and not one section appeared to be intact. Names had always slipped Nate's mind but the name of the Corvette was on a floating 5m section of torn metal. Rollo.
"Hey Spartans!" A man that hadn't shaved in the last few weeks was yelling at them. "Captain wants you on the bridge."
"We'll be right there." Nate called out. "Let's go meet this captain of theirs."
Captain Kelp had been a Captain since he started hauling cargo for the UNSC. He had to deal with just about every type of soldier, some pissed off at him while others were helpful. In the end for him though it was getting his cargo delivered on time and avoiding the Covenant.
He never had to deal with Spartans before, he thought it was only some ODST's with some new toys but never a new branch of Spec-ops. When he saw the two green suits enter his bridge he felt easily smaller and so did his ship. Well might as well get this over with. Kelp thought. Hell he could make a lot of money off of this, even with the small percentage to the crew, they would be living healthy for the reminder of their days. He pondered. The Spartans were tired and weak from the tactical nuke, he could take them on.
"Captain you wanted us?" Sam said as they both saluted by reflex.
"Yes, you won't believe it. We just picked it up on the C-Band. It's being broadcasted on every single band." Kelp explained. He turned a knob and a speaker was turned on.
"This is an all solar system announcement to every human. We will be blunt and to the point with this. We believe the Spartans have betrayed the UNSC and wiped out 4 companies of men in order to slip away in all the chaos. They did though wipe out a whole covenant division in the process but they did leave a message before they vanished in the form of a written note sent to the president just before they launched to battle.
This hell of a war has gone on too long. We have seen companies of men vanish and be massacred by the Covenant because of commanders who are idiots or because of friendly-fire. Lack of Leadership has led thousands of our men and women to their needless deaths. We admit that this is war but it has to come to an end. We the Spartans and the men who as well see this war as futile can no longer serve governments that needlessly sacrifice men when they have no need to. They call it a bad week if they lose a company of marines or ODST's but a tragedy if they lose a Spartan. We have lost over 85 Spartans in arms. The Spartan III's are good and those that remain loyal will soon die for retribution for the support they give to this Government. If you see any of these traitors, Alert your local UNSC soldiers and tell them where they are located. Bounty for each Spartan captured is a reward of 50 million credits for a dead body. 100 million for one that is alive. "
"It keeps repeating that message on every channel." Kelp grimly said. "It's being broadcasted like nothing I have ever seen before."
"Damn. They branded us as Traitors." Nate cursed.
"We're going to have hell for this. Where ever we go." Sam said. "We will have to ditch most of our military protocols."
"There is one thing though." Kelp said he raised a hidden pistol out of his sleeve. Crewmen opened a door behind them and walked out. "I'm cashing you out on the bounty."
"You Bastard." Sam yelled. He raised his hand to swing at the Captain but halted when he heard the shotgun cock and pressed against the back of his head.
"I'll admit that the ODST's will be dead as we dump them out an airlock but we don't need any witnesses." Kelp shrugged. "Losses are losses. I lost my cargo when we had to ditch it to escape the Covenant. I am hoping to make at least 100,000 profit off of two you. So stay right there as I radio the nearest UNSC ship to come pick you up."
