Enemy forces mentioned
Kig-yar -- Jackal
Sangheili -- Elite
Unggoy -- Grunt
Yannmee -- Drone (Bugger)
Lekgolo -- Hunter
Ships and vehicles mentioned
UNSC
\\-- Destroyer --/
A destroyer classed battleship is not necessarily the strongest in the UNSC arsenal, although they have decent attack they somewhat lack the necessary ability to move around in a battle as well as the less armored and substantially weaker Frigates.
\\-- Frigate --/
The most common large scale battleship in the UNSC would be the Frigate.
Although unable to take as much punishment as the Destroyer class, and causing less damage, they are the cheapest and quickest UNSC Battleship which play's a substantial role in the actual battles.
\\-- Halcyon --/
These are without a doubt the largest, strongest, best armored, and expensive ships under UNSC command. Unfortunately their use has been substantially diminished due to the speed problem. The Destroyer is a smaller class of this ship, with a smaller gun.
\\-- Long-Sword --/
The most used fighter against covenant in space battles. Their use is defined by their ability to be adjusted to carry up to ten personnel and their Fighter-Bomber status.
They are a larger and better equipped version of the UNSC Short-Sword
\\-- Short-Sword --/
a small Arial vehicle mainly used for reconnaissance and light attack. Can carry bombs, holds one to two 50 cal machine guns and are highly maneuverable.
Prologue
In the year 2439 the Marine Emergency Recon Corp. (normally referred to as M.E.R.C) was founded. It was a special unit, the original project Orion. Although lesser known, M.E.R.C had a total unit of 300 U.S, Australian, British, Mexican, Japanese and Chinese soldiers after their augmentations, which were split into 30 ten personnel units. Each was put through a gruelling training project that put the following Orion project to shame.
Although the augmentations that the M.E.R.C's received stopped them from using the MJOLNIR Mark II armour that was present a decade later, they were skilled enough to not need them or the other SPARTAN related armours of the time, but were subsequently becoming obsolete.
The project was continued for almost a century, and M.E.R.C was conditioned and became a veteran unit, no new people had been recruited, and instead the original M.E.R.C's were kept in Cryostasis until needed. As an added bonus their existence was still unknown to the general public, but their feats were well known.
Thirteen of the M.E.R.C units died in active service, and were placed into undisclosed graves on Earth. No names were written, and instead their nicknames were engraved.
In the year of 2517, the Spartan II project begun. M.E.R.C got an amazing budget cut and was eventually scrapped.
All seventeen of the remaining M.E.R.C units were moved to the UNSC marines, but still kept their titles as ONI Special Operatives, but were criticised by their fellow Marines for having a naval Rank instead.
After the fall of Harvest on October 7 2525, (the beginning of the war with the Covenant) the M.E.R.C units were split into three main teams, each with a code name for the said unit, the first was coded Black-Hound, the second was labelled Green-Boar, and the final unit was labelled Grey-Fox. Black-Hound's unit specialised in Engineering and demolitions, Green-Boar was a vehicle oriented unit, and finally, Grey-Fox was the covert unit.
One year later a prelude to the sanctioned Magnetic Automatic Cannon, or M.A.C gun was created. The T.A.T.R or Tactical Anti Technical Rifle, but they were known to jam often, had a small clip and were a very heavy weapon so therefore unsuitable for the average marine. The later versions of the weapon became stronger but shorter clipped beam weapons and eventually the Spartan Laser was created by mixing the technology of the M.E.R.C unit into the Covenants more superior tech. The T.A.T.R-14 quickly however became a Favourite weapon for the majority of M.E.R.C units, as it was not only anti technical… it was anti everything.
The original M.E.R.C's who labelled 300 to begin with, were shipped to the front lines and over the years that followed eventually dwindled down to fourteen. Four of which were wounded as such that they could no longer fight. And another six were moved to another undisclosed Project.
All that was left of the three teams were re-integrated into M.E.R.C Unit Grey-Fox.
On the eve of 2527 the remaining four left the UNSC and in junction with a number of other disheartened marines, created a small private army, which became known as The Lost Boy's, or TLB for short, which was thought by them that the UNSC had the wrong ideas in fighting the Covenant.
Only three years later and the TLB disbanded after an epic failure to capture a Covenant cruiser, the Ex M.E.R.C's became mercenaries, and were hired on numerous occasions by the UNSC, ONI, and some private contractors.
As the war against the Covenant got worse, and the UNSC got more and more disorganised the Spartans their employer used started to dwindle as they had and so they were hired more, and more, and more…
The year is 2530, and now the M.E.R.C's have a new enemy.
Anarchy…
Chapter 1
Meet The M.E.R.C's
Ziizika stood in a yellow wheat field, children were playing in the grass, as a figure walked towards them, it turned towards her, and what she saw was a horribly burnt man, as his blistered and charred fingers reached towards Ziizika, and the sky turned from adoring blue, into hating red as the planet began to be glassed. The children began to scream as her vision began to blur
Ziizika awoke with a start. She had been having that same dream for weeks now, so it was no surprise she had it again tonight. Gradually she took in her surroundings; she was in the pilot's seat of the experimental Long-sword fighter they had… borrowed.
The auto pilot light was still flashing, Ex Lieutenant-Major Roger, sat in the chair behind her, sharpening his Ka-bar knife with a Whetstone. Roger was her commanding officer, also the leader of Grey-Fox. He looked the whole part with his fatigue cap pointing backwards and Short sleeved Jacket that had been passed down since the war on terrorism in 1999 and still looked as new as it did back then.
Without looking up from his blade he asked "did you have a good sleep Ziizika?"
She nodded; Roger put away his whetstone into a pouch above his blades sheathe and started to fiddle around with his blade, doing a few tricks. When another guy walked from behind him, Roger threw the knife into the air, and the mystery man caught the tip on his index finger, and balanced it back to its owner.
"Morning Silence" said Roger, taking his Ka-Bar back, and putting it in its sheathe,
"Morning sir" said Silence in his Australian accent as he seated himself into the chair opposite Roger, his black, ponytail swinging in a comical way as he sat down, and although his choice of hairstyle was odd, the large scar he has that ran from above his right blue eye to underneath his nose didn't look the least bit funny.
"ETA?" he asked, producing a deck of overused playing cards from his pocket. Roger slammed his fist into the wall to his left, and down came a table between them.
"Four quarters of an hour, what say we play hearts today?" replied Roger, taking the deck and dealing them out for hearts.
"How's Jackal?" asked Ziizika, as she dragged another of the chairs over to the table and joined in the game, her heavy Mexican accent lingering in the cockpit, Roger passing an ace and two queens her way.
"Still asleep, I don't know how he does it, it's not natural he amount of sleep that guy gets." Silence said as he slapped a two of spades to the centre, which was followed by a three of diamonds from Ziizika, and a ten of diamonds by Roger, who took the cards and wrote the points.
Roger looked at Ziizika, trying to stare beyond the poker face of deep set hazel eyes and hair more gold than blonde; she smiled at him, and looked at Silence who had the turn.
Three quarters of an hour passed and Ziizika was about to serve again when the auto pilot started beeping the fifteen minute mark.
"Ziizika, Silence, go get suited up, I'm going to go wake up Jackal, meet you back here in five ok?"
Both Silence and Ziizika nodded and headed towards the back room which they had converted into an armoury. Ziizika started to rummage through what they had, which wasn't much in terms of fire power, anything they had was outdated by at least fifty years, apart from a few crates of Battle Rifles and some Mark IV fragmentation grenades. In the end she settled with a T.A.T.R-14, and a Dirk for close combat. While she was grabbing some C4 and placing it safely into a pouch on the opposite side of her Remote detonators, Silence was tapping on the side of his V.I.R.A panel which was sparking between green and red. Then screwing on a silencer to a scoped 9mm and placing it into his waist sheathe. Next to his own Ka-Bar, he had a duplicate one on the other side, and a Bowie on his back, just below his left shoulder. You could tell that he wasn't out to a dinner party.
Ten minutes later, and everyone was suited up. Roger sat in the pilot's chair, manually landing the Long-sword onto the semi-glassed landscape.
There to meet them were three ONI staff, two male and one female, who was standing in the middle.
Each holding a complicated looking suitcase and each dressed like the rejects of men in black.
As three of the M.E.R.C's walked towards the ONI staff, green dots appeared on their chests.
"Hello MERC unit Grey-Fox, how nice it is to see you again, and especially you Roger" said the female in a British accent, as she took a step forward,
"Can't say the feelings mutual Katharine, do you mind calling your boys off? I know from experience how trigger happy they get these days" replied Roger, as he motioned to the laser sights pointing at his vital organs on his chest and head.
"Sorry, it's a necessary precaution on my behalf, here's the first payment, and the jobs inside with the cash." Said Katharine as she handed the suitcase over,
"How much are we talking about?" asked Roger as he let the suitcase fall to his side.
"Twenty mill, two million first payment and you get the rest upon completion. Its high risk"
Roger Whistled at the digits, what frequency do we call for confirmation?" asked Roger, his shoes crunching the glass underneath him
"We'll be in contact; you know the drill, all hush, hush. Never been here, I don't exist and all that." Replied Katharine, as she motioned for the other two MIB impersonators behind her to hand over their suitcases.
"Has anyone ever told you that working with you reminds me of those old 007 movies?" said Ziizika as she was handed one of the suitcases, her T.A.T.R-14 hanging loosely in her opposite hand.
"Not really no," replied Katherine
"We'll be in touch, Tata"