Chapter 4
Help
"Let bygones be bygones eh? It was only a small bomb…"
"Last I checked a twenty five kilo tonne nuclear bomb wasn't exactly small."
"And then you stole my ship."
Roger noticed one of the Medics moving slowly out the door,
"Don't mind them, we have one on every floor, Vu there is the one for our bridge."
"Don't worry? There would be lots of wounded in the infirmary by now, and-"
The bickering went on for quite some while, until Ziizika shoved in and said
"We need your help" to which the Vice Admiral.
"Explain"
/ The following Document is classified, and is deniable by any or all major countries of the UNSC.
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Project Gift Wrap
This mission is designated medium risk
Since the fall of Harvest, our forces have been spread thin throughout the Galaxy. And with all of the movement, a number of people have gone missing. Adam Davison is one of many. The only major problem he is currently causing is anarchy,
But we have received information about him gaining a foothold on large military prototype gun instalment, a M.A.C. gun in the Sara system. While we could assault the area ourselves the costs would be too great, and so we have decided a small task force would be best.
Success in this mission will allow our forces to move into areas in which we may assist other units
The mission if accepted is to either
Assassinate Adam Davison
Capture Adam Davison
Destroy M.A.C. Instillation
Signed Vice Admiral Lucas Nelson
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End Transmit
Jackal re-read the data burst, and again and again. The amount of time Roger spent sharpening his knifes it's a wonder there was anything left, But his Ka-Bar was a nice sharp piece of metal. He donned a black bandanna around his forehead, and went back to sharpening his knife.
"I'm going to go fix up that new LAAG that Nelson gave us." Jackal said, as he got up. Roger grunted his reply.
Ziizika sat at the controls, but she had the Long-sword on Autopilot, when Silence spoke up,
"You know, we should probably name the Long-sword" he said, and Ziizika nodded her head in agreement,
"How about we call it Long Rider?" Roger added helpfully and Jackal called from halfway down the hallway.
"Why don't we call it- JESUS CHRIST!!" Everyone laughed,
"I'm not very religious, so I don't think that's such a good name-" said Roger
"We have a stowaway," Cut in Jackal as he started to drag the female out from the armoury. He threw her into the room; her long black hair falling with her, covering her Asian features. Roger eyed her up and down, then tried to look through her eyes, see what she was seeing…
They seemed pretty hard core, the guy staring at her in particular, sharpening his blade that didn't need sharpening, the one who was obviously female, and wore a 9mm on her leg. And the one who seemed not to even notice she was there, with his deep set eyes and Jet black hair set into a ponytail.
"I just wanted to leave, it was all too much, too many wounded, too much blood, three or four people I can handle, but-"
She had a voice which Countered what she looked like, a soft Australian accent. Roger noticed the white band and Red Cross on her Arm, which signified she was a Medic.
"What's your name?" asked Roger, as he motioned for Jackal to move away,
"Petty officer Corpsman Denise Vu" She stated as Roger helped her up
"Why do you have a Navy rank? I thought that was a marine Helicon class" Said Silence, the first words he had said since Vu was thrown into the room.
"I'm going to call you Boo-Boo, You're fucked now Vu, You're with us and where we're going your going to see plenty of blood,"
Stated Roger, as he sat back down, letting the newly Named Boo-Boo to sway in confusion.
"Damn, it took me a full week to get a nickname from Roger; it took you the lesser part of a second. He definitely likes you"
"In half a second we are from four to five, wow." Ziizika stated as she turned back to the controls.
"Meh" Said Silence helping her to her feet.
The Sara system didn't have any living planets, or according to Boo-Boo it didn't anymore, the whole system was glassed about five years ago, and the only thing that remained of the glorious massacre of UNSC forces was a single prototype M.A.C gun, again, basically everywhere you moved in the space of the Sara you were moving through a hole in one of the massive wrecks, or dodging around smaller wreckage, until suddenly, they could see the gun.
"Boo-Boo, you left the UNSC to get away from blood, this time we need you to see your way through just a little bit more, then we'll drop you off at anywhere you want to go ok? Everyone else, you know what to do, suit up"
Ziizika pressed a green button, the button made a long three pronged pole smash three pyramid shaped glass cases on the outside of the ship, then they had five minutes of Active camouflage , only five. It wasn't exactly high tech, as more to scavenged tech, but it was effective, they managed to fly directly to the M.A.C, and into the hanger bay, the good thing about the wreckage was the static that still lay in space masked their approach, but now internal sensors could pick them up easily. Time was of the essence. Boo-Boo had with her a Battle Rifle, and had it set to automatic, she checked from side to side and then followed the other three, the chance of being dropped off at any planet of her choosing was too great to fathom, so she had accepted Roger's proposal.
The other three had secured the area; Roger slapped the console, and opened the door, then proceeded to the hallway beyond it,
"Looks like no ones home," Said Jackal,
"I wouldn't count on it, look" Said Boo-Boo, as she dropped into a kneel and let her Navy training take over, dropping the man with a single silenced shot.
"Good shot" said Roger,
"I hate marines" she replied,
"Navy people are just so much nicer" Boo-Boo continued, shaking her hair out of the way,
"Don't we all? Here, take this" said Ziizika, handing her a hair tie which Boo-Boo took gratefully, and tied her hair with it.
"You're just a real badass aren't you?" said Ziizika, as she noticed Silence kiss the cross he had stashed under his shirt.
"Yeah, I guess I am…" and planted his C4 on the wall behind the Pla-Steel wall lamp where it couldn't be seen. And then they split into two groups, Roger and Boo-Boo, the rest on the other side.
They proceeded along the next long and narrow hallways to the Bridge, they were told that the directions to the bridge were the same, as it was built along a diamond shaped structure, and was built that it could work as a ship as well as a defensive instillation. Simultaneously two silenced shots went off on one side and another second later the same on the other side. They reached their respected doors, and opened them,
"Didn't they say only one hundred Militia Rejects? That doesn't look like one hundred, and they sure as hell don't look like rejects."
"-THE TRUTH IS THAT THERE IS NO COVENANT! IT IS MERLY A GROUP OF SCAVENGER ALIENS, THEY-" yelled a man who was standing on a podium, which was erected in the centre of the room.
"Well, we can safely add crazy to that list" stated Roger, as he took out handful of flash bang grenades.
"Hey Joe, you remember why we shrugged off the UNSC?" said one guy to another, as they stood watching another of Adam Davison's Famous, The-military-is-crap speeches.
"I dunno, Eric. I'm just here coz we get paid more." Said Joe, shuffling in his Fatigue uniform which consisted of Khaki sleeveless jacket, a red fatigue cap, and Camo pants with the standard UNSC marine's heavy armour, which was now obsolete by at least a year.
"Who's that?" said Eric, pointing towards the M.E.R.C's,
One of which levelled a T.A.T.R-14, in his direction.
No one in the entire room had even a single gun… except for Adam Davison. He quickly drew and fired, but missed, hitting one of his men instead. All of his men dropped into crouches and ran out of the room. And the M.E.R.C's returned fire, Boo-Boo ducked behind a display panel, Silence was nowhere to be seen, Roger was scoping Adam out. But didn't fire, everyone stayed excruciatingly calm through the entire procedure, except for Boo-Boo.
People started to file out of the room in blind panic.
All four M.E.R.C's fired their T.A.T.R-14's at once. Aiming to cripple instead of kill, which was as they we're taught when fighting humans. Bang.