Chronicles of Halo (After the War) : Part 1 Uprising of a God

by gabriel.soderholm.16

My first story of a linear Halo progression : involving a ONI controlled squad of Spartan IV's (Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Lucifer and Ureal), their involvement with an ancient destroyed forerunner ship slowly opens the battles between man and Covenant...also a new threat arises - The Harbinger - Four other books are uploaded so hurry to catch up; but dont forget to Review!

4. Chapter 4

"50 minutes to zero hour" A beacon activated all over the 'Red Dusk's' control panels and radio coms. The slip-space drives started to hum up with power, blue energy flashed out of the Battle Cruiser's primary engines as they ran into a stigmatic overload function.

Lieutenant Drafter stood by the main control deck observing over the pilots and their functions in the operation. Everything was going as according to plan, and if this worked flawlessly then mankind would be at least 50 steps above every other race in the galaxy.
She smiled at that, as soon as mankind was close enough to this new technology discovered, and ready to harvest its samples – well she could honestly say the Covenant wouldn't ever bother them again.

Meanwhile
"Michael hurry the hell up!" Ureal almost screamed at him as the machine attached armour onto the Spartan IV. The entire squad was waiting for him; it was almost as if he was letting them down. It was less than 40 minutes to zero hour, and he wasn't even prepped yet!
"Nearly there," Michael spoke as the helmet attached itself to his face, his voice changed from muffled into a loud orchestrated radio com that immediately reached into his team-mates helmet radios.
"Let's just leave him." Raphael growled as he positioned the grenade launcher onto his shoulder back holster, Lucifer said nothing but simply watched the event play out. Gabriel looked over to the young recruit and also said nothing.
"No, Lieutenant Drafter wants the whole squad present," Ureal spoke, in a matter of fact tone and voice.
Jesus, these guys are impatient, Michael shook his head as the machine released him, letting the heavy Mjolnir armour clunk to the ground, within seconds he had stood up and started grabbing his weaponry.

"Jesus Christ rookie, we got brutes to kill." Raphael almost swore and started heading out of the door. Gabriel and Lucifer followed suit, leaving Ureal in the armoury alone with him.
"Sorry commander, it won't happen again" Michael grumbled as he grabbed the UNSC Battle Rifle from the shelf and immediately slinging it onto his back. Turning around he realised that Ureal was staring at him with a deep anger, well it was hard to tell when they were all encased in armour.
"Don't let down my squad again rookie or it will be the worse for you."
The Spartan nodded in nervous anticipation and followed his commander out of the room, keen for the objective ahead and anything but that one sided conversation.
Catching up to the squad the Spartan IV's readied their weaponry and energy shields for anything that could threaten them. Raphael led the group, anxious to get back into the fight without further interruptions or issues.

"Spartans? You're late, again." Lieutenant Drafter's voice emanated from all their radio coms, disapproval could be heard from her tone.
"Sorry ma'am, we had another hiccup." Ureal spoke back into her radio, anger in her voice as she glanced towards Michael.
"Noted, the launch is in less than 5 minutes, just get by the hanger bay pelicans and await further instructions."
"Affirmative"
The squad sprinted past, up into the hanger bay cockpits and waiting for any noise that could alert them of their location and purpose.

Meanwhile
"Where are they?"
Lieutenant Drafter replied back coolly, "Serving as unablely as they can in the hanger bay, they are tools… nothing more."
The pilot shook his head in confusion but continued his work under the strict supervision of the ONI operator. A beacon activated at his left, alarming him for a short time but allowing the entire cockpit's occupants to realise they had slip-space availability to their destination.
"Slip-space drive is ready ma'am, we go on your signal."

Drafter looked over the eternal cosmos of space, watching the stars blink in and out – wondering and pondering over the many thousands possibilities out there, possibilities that would become real soon enough.
"Do it."

The UNSC battle cruiser 'Red Dusk' hummed for a short moment, before creating a large slip-space portal in front of itself. Within seconds the entire vehicle had transferred forward into it, sending it into the unknown reaches of space and their hopeful destination.