Chapter 4- 'Hail the lack of Halo 3 storyline'
"And where Oracle is that..?" The Arbiter began at the floating ball of metal with blue-light inside. "On the Forerunner Solar-Map, though it's a little outdated due to Orbital drifting." The small robot stopped for a second reviewing the data recollectulating Sergeant Avery Johnson cleared his throat, "Hey tinkerbell hurry the hell up before its drifts God damned further!" The bobbing Forerunner robot turned its 'eye' to him, "if your so persistent, reclaimer I'll do as you order."
Did a final sweep of the data, "45.679, 78.067, 906742.43, 67338.059, 54301.23, 87455.1201, 32059 Alba Dentaro 5 Chart." Said pleased with him self at reorganizing the orbital-drift chart.
He starred at there puzzled faces the Sergeant scratched his head and said, "In English floaty-ball?" The robot gave the closest thing to a sigh he could, "...in simplest terms 3rd Planet of the Sol system, it has one moon to help you think reclaimer." The Arbiter still looked puzzled but the Sergeant and Miranda Keyes understood, "Holy shit, do you mean Earth?"
The robot floated over closer to there stunned faces, "Earth? The Forerunners called it Terra, Earth… earth…" checking his English-translator.
"Oh then of course reclaimer I am surprised you can even develop names for your planets. Your minds work so simply I'd think you'd name them after one of your grunting noises…" He continued on his long-winded insult for about 10 minutes. The Sergeant threw a used gun clip at it knocking it on angle. Still hovering the robot turned back to them, "My apologies, reclaimer, anymore questions?"
"Yeah how the hell we gonna' get there? The Flood totaled our Ship, and we couldn't take a Longsword back to Earth it'd take thousands of years… maybe millions. Hell I don't know where the hell we are."
The Arbiter made them jump they forgot he was there, "The Special Operations leader is commandeering a Covenant Battler Cruiser as we speak." The Sergeant still didn't trust the Elites, "Listen I think the Longsword is a good idea, try and find a non-broken Slip space engine and we'll be at Earth in no time…" He was cut off by Captain Keyes, "We need there help, it'd take top engineers to modify a Covenant Slip Space engine onto a small ship like a Longsword!" The Sergeant sighed then walked off to a Squad of 15 Marines stationed at the door.
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"Carter, this may be all fascinating and such." Colonel O'Neill said sarcastically. "But we're held captive by an unknown enemy, I doubt there going to just let us go!"
He tripped on an outturned root sticking out of the ground and rolled down the hill-side knocking a Marine over. The NCO of the Squad was leading the way and grabbed the falling Colonel, "You alright?" O'Neill swept the dust of his clothes, "I'm fine."
The Marine he knocked into got up sputtering pulling out his sidearm pointing it at the Colonel. The Sergeant jumped in front of the Colonel, "Listen Private Leon, you putting your finger down any further and you…" Bringing up his shotgun he continued, "-'ll have to deal with this!" The Marine put his magnum back and cursing went back to walking while the Marines pointed and laughed. The Sergeant turned back to face O'Neill, "Sorry about that this Squad is just craving blood they missed out on our slaughter on those Religious fanatics down there.
He paused starring deeply, "You know them?" The Colonel wished he would stop his piercing gaze, "Yes there called Jaffa they follow the Gou'ald." The Sergeant nodded pretending to understand, "Uh-huu, yeah, obviously… I didn't understand one word of that." They both chuckled, "Yeah I'd explain better but under these circumstances…" He held up his tied wrists.
"Sorry but, no. Orders must follow them." Said the still-grinning Sergeant. They heard firing as they saw threw the trees four sleeked black Bombers fly crippling an unsuspecting Al'Keesh left behind.
"Woo-hoo" Said the Colonel with a cheer, the Marine turned to him, "Sorry, just were not really good at doing that sort of… thing."
He remained silent as they trudged towards a landed Gray Ship smaller then the Sleek Black ones they saw earlier. As they stood there starring at the shut door of the Ship, it opened with a hiss expelling Gas. They stepped in and took a seat, when a voice went over the Drop Ship's communications, "Welcome aboard 'fellas make sure your strapped in, and remember, keep your arms and legs in the vehicle at all times." With that the doors began to shut taking a Marine off guard pulling his leg back.
They slammed against the rugged material of the seats, as the Ship flew up, and up, gaining more speed. O'Neill was starring at the closed door of the Cockpit, wondering where they were going. As if to answer his question the intercom went on again, "Attention docking with the Daylight's Defeat in 5 Minutes." The five minutes went remarkably fast as the ship did a sudden jerky movement felt from the Carrier-section. A hissing noise expelled from the ventilation systems as the doors opened. A Group of Soldiers in Dark Armour with Blue Visors pointed weapons at the "prisoners".
"Oy! Another damned Pirate 'Unit' landing on a Glassed Ex-UNSC Planet?" Said the nearest Soldier. The Sergeant frowned and stated, "Hey Hell Jumper, this is in Marine Jurisdiction get your ass back to that tin can so you can be used as MAC-rounds against Covie Frigates."
Even though his Visors were solid on this side, they could almost see him puffing with Anger, "Fuck you, damned Marine, Marines are just some debris used to hold the Covies from entering our Rooms. Now the ODSTs for example, The Best of the Best!" He turned around followed by his men and went to the Hangar door. A Marine pointed his Rifle at the man's back, "No one would know." The Sergeant waved down his Rifle, "Not now, we'll wait until his 'troops' can see him THEN pick a fight, just like in the manual!" He said grinning, walking over to the door punching in some numbers and letting it open. "Follow, please" He said to SG-1. He led them down similar-looking Hallways, up stairs and ramps, Up and down Elevators. When they finally believed he had no clue where he was going he stopped at a door while ushering them in. The Colonel turned to him holding out his hand, "Thanks for your help Sergeant." The Sergeant took his hand and shook it, "The name is; Mike Buolstien, and I hope the Captain is okay with you, he is usually well-mannered but the stores I have heard 'bout him…" He then shook his head a little and walked away. They were ushered in by two ODST, they took seats opposite a Man wearing white, with gold shoulder pads and many medals and awards on his chest. They all knew right away he put this all on to intimidate them, for one his lamp was off casting his face in shadow he could've sworn he saw a red gleam.
Another thing, he probably didn't always wear Formal clothing, and definitely not all those awards.
"Who are you?" He asked his face still in deep shadows. They looked over at Daniel who was fidgeting with the side of the desk, he then saw them looking cleared his throat thinking. "It's always me! Got to be the Resident Ambassador?" He then began the greeting, the greeting he had done so often. "Hello, I'm Daniel Jackson." He gestured to The Colonel, "This is Colonel Jack O'Neill." He gestured over to Sam, "This is Major Samantha Carter." He then ended, "And he is Teal'c."
The man came out into the light, showing a heavily scarred ugly face one of his eyes was a Red sphere reflecting there faces. "Colonel? Major? Of what, I had your uniforms scanned when you walked through that's Kevlar. No UNSC Soldier has used that (except for reenactments), for almost 400 Years!" His Normal eye swerved over to Teal'c, "I've seen what we were fighting down there, they look mightily like you with that Symbol on there heads." He gestured of to a ODST who raised his rifle to bare at the back of Teal'c's head, "Your aware, I could have you all killed before this Colonel was able to stab me with my pen, which you will return to my desk."
He said looking over at O'Neill fingering a Pen which he dropped back to the desk. "Ah, now, now, send them down with the rest of the POWs we captured from that Battle." With that they were each stabbed with needles and taken down to the Brig.
AUTHER NOTE: Sorry for taking so long, I've been… busy… VERY busy with stuff. And by the way this takes place after Halo 2, NO Halo 3. :D Good Day!