The year is 2552, a unknown synthetic machine alien alliance known as the "Sirens" has declared war on all of Humanity and it's Vast space colonies.
We are Losing
The Sirens in there Galaxy wide campaign have burned our worlds and killed Billions the likes of which couldn't be fathomable
Earth is our last Bastian of hope and carefully guarded secret.
But not anymore
Now a Siren Super Carrier known as "Devil Xlll" lingers over the City of New Mombasa for unknown reasons and so Navel HQ immediately set forth Operation: Damacles. Using a Battalion of Highly trained Special forces known as ODSTs (Orbital Drop Shock Troopers) from the USSNC Marine Corp to capture there Leader. "Purifier". Many are expected to die. But these are the best of the best. And are going to be needed for this "Suicidal Mission"
A Spartan lll slept in his drop pod as the rest of the squad he was assigned to looked over the TAC-MAP table of the bay. Several men and a small holographic women were in deep discussion about the situation.
"So Arizona?" A man in his 40s asked.
"Tha Carrier is hovering in atmosphere at the moment. Currently it's been content with staying in the city." The holographic women stated bringing up there soon to be target.
"Damn Navy put up a good fight." Said another man.
She was blue but hints of color where still present. She wore black high heeled boots with cream stockings that reach up to a dark blue pencil skirt. Her along sleeve navy blue button up jacket had the symbol of the State of Arizona on her sleeve as both sleeves where rolled up her hands had black palmless gloves as her Aqua blue eyes brought up scans and data for the troopers present.
"Well better late then never."
A man in a similar combat uniform replied with a lazy sigh and blue markings. Much to the annoyance of the other man with orange markings on his. Placing his helmet on the Holo table noticing Arizonas unease.
"How about you show some respect Romeo!"
"I'm with Romeo on this one Dutch." Said another with red markings on his armor. "They missed it completely."
The man named Dutch shook his head.
"No, there saving it for us." He replied.
The man named Romeo sighed with a raised eyebrow.
"So why do we have to lug around that spook-?"
Romeos complaint about the Spartan lll was cut short as the sirens started blaring in the bay. All three men's heads turned to a hatch that opened with two more people coming in.
"You heard the music ladies time to dance." Said the man with brown chestnut hair.
"Hello beautiful." Romeo whistled eyeing the women next to the man.
Which got on the nerves of the squad leader.
"Pods. NOW." the man growled, getting the three men to move.
Arizona watching them go before turning to the new people, eyeing the blond women next to the men's squad leader.
"Replacements?"
The Squad leader just scoffed.
"This many years into the war? Who isn't."
"At least they listen." The blond replied.
"*TO ME*. And there not gonna like what they're gonna here."
She switched where her helmet rested on her hip.
"Orders are Orders Buck."
Buck shook his head.
"Come on Veronica, what could be more impor-."
"My orders," she replied. "Oh, and Buck, call me captain."
She then walked up the stairs.
"And I'm gonna have to pass on that dance. But you can show me were to sit." She called as she didn't look back.
Buck however sighs.
"Everything ok Gunny?" Arizona asked from her Holo table.
"Yea I'll be fine Arizona." He replied following Veronica.
Arizona sighs as she keeps up with the battle net while the ODSTs prepare for there operation. Looking over to where the rest of the squad was.
"You guys see what kind of armor she was wearing?" Micky asked out of curiosity.
Romeo only chuckled as he playfully punched Mickys shoulder.
"Don't know Micky, wasn't looking at her gear." Romeo replied.
"Perv." Micky sighed.
They both turned there heads to Dutch who was grabbing a SMG. Making Romeo scoff.
"Seriously?"
"Gotta be close quarters." Dutch replied.
"Exactly."
Romeo then took a shotgun from the weapons rack trying to pass it to Dutch. But Dutch immediately shoved the barrel away from his face.
"Romeo please mind where you point that that!" Arizona lectured.
"Hey get off my back ok."
"Mines second to last, you can take the one on the immediate right." Buck would shout to Veronica as she walked past the group.
"Cozy"
Romeos comment causing the ships AI and other two ODSTs to groan.
"So Gunny, gonna introduce us to her?" Romeo asked.
Buck only responded with a low growl to his tone. Ripping the shotgun from his hands.
"Ms.Navel Intelligence! Our new boss."
"Oh brother..." Micky moaned.
"So check your mouths, find your chairs. And get SET for a combat drop!"
Buck making his point clear as he rips a sniper rifle from the rack and shoving it into Romeos chest. Romeo for his part given the mission at hand looks down at the weapon forced into his hands.
"The fuck I'm suppose to with this inside a Siren ship?"
"Choke points?" Arizona piped up.
"Yea right, so who's gonna wake up the ONI spook in his pod?"
The AI and Mickey just looked at him while Dutch was grabbing a Battle rifle off the racks making sure it was in tip top shape. Romeo shook his head at the three as Micky walked off to his pod. He then used the but if his rifle to wake up the Spartan rather uncomfortably.
"Time to wake up buttercup." He eyed the super soldier.
Getting a better look at him, he wore the Mark VB with ODST plates. Clearly favroring it for some reason. But to Romeo it was like he was a imposter with better armor. He then was roughly shoved away by Dutch as Arizona disappeared from the Holo table.
"Relax Sarge, he didn't mean anything by it. Besides it's one of those times. It pays to be the strong, silent type."
He then handed him the suppressed battle rifle he was looking at a few seconds ago. Nodding in appreciation, he pulled the charging handle back chambering a round before placing the weapon into its slot in his pod. The hatch door closed and the launch sequence was initiated.
"Alright everyone stay safe." Arizona said the drop pods got into position underneath her ship.
From the cockpit of the pod, the Spartan lll saw the other drop pods start to go over the opened hanger. Two screens turned on showing his Squad leader and ONI commander. He didn't know why he was assigned to Alpha 9. Maybe it was just to make sure that there assignment was done. Spartans, especially the Class 3s, didn't always deploy with Navy ground troops.
"Guys, latest Intel says that the Sirens are massing under the super carrier." Arizonas voice piped up over the radio.
"There falling back, why?" Buck replied.
"Well we're not gonna find out up here." Veronica stated.
"Well, We're going into hell troopers time to grow a pair!"
And with the drop pods began there launch sequence, from the front to back. Then.
Bop, bop, bop, bomp
The Spartans own pod lerched forward into its decent. His hands gripped the control sticks attached to his seat, not used to being thrown around in these damn flying coffins. He then heard explosions, his eyes were then drawn to several frigates that where just recently blown apart. There designation called "Battle Group Row". His HUD highlighting the names of the ships. USSNC Oklahoma, Nevada, California, Tennessee, and West Virginia.
"I take it back, Navy got its ass kicked." Romeo whistled.
No one liking what he said. Buck opened up Coms again.
"Hey Romeo remember when I told you to shut your mouth!?"
"Yea?"
"Consider that a standing order!"
"Alright guys your 15 clicks off the bow." Arizona said to break up any possible arguments.
"Arizona prepare to change our trajectory. On my mark."
"What?" Arizona asked
"What did she just say!?" Dutch shouted.
"Mark!"
Startled, but doing what she was ordered do Arizona changed the directions of alpha 9s pods.
"What the hell where way off course! Arizona?" Buck stated.
"Oh no. The override disconnected, your going to have to go in manually!" Arizona panicked.
"We're heading exactly where we need to go." Veronica replied.
"But where gonna miss the carrier!"
"Oh no...Noo..." The radio to the Arizona was cut off followed by several explosions.
"Arizona!? Arizona talk to me!" Buck shouted.
It was then they noticed pieces of debris falling from above them.
"Oh shit they took her out!" Mickey panicked.
But the destruction of there mother ship was the least of there troubles.
"RADIATION!" Dutch would shout over everyone on the radios.
"Did the Sirens just set off a nuke!?" Buck asked.
"No it's a slip space rupture!" Veronica replied noticing the blue ethereal energy ripping a hole in space and time.
"Oh shit, emp wave! Pop your shoots were going in har-"
The Spartans radio got damaged as another pod was bashed into his by the slip space rupture. Completely changing his decent entirely as the gyro-stabilizers were trashed. He held on for dear life as though he saw his life flash before his eyes.
Unknown place, Unknown time
"Duran? Duran?"
Durans eyes opened as he was on the beach. He looks to his side to see a women who very much resembled the AI Arizona. However instead of her AIs outfit she wore a one piece swimsuit that was navy blue in color. She smiled once she saw him wake up.
"Come on sleepy head, you just woke up two hours ago you can't be that tired."
He chuckled as though he couldn't control his body.
"Sorry about that Ari, been thinking...and busy with the project. Lot of sleepless nights at the office."
Arizona could only chuckle.
"Well now that your awake why don't we go for a swim."
"Sure!" His lips spoke.
It was as though he was in another time line. Or universe for that matter. He was pulled by a the very human like Arizona to the ocean as they swam and tossed water at eachother as though they where children. He was... happy. Content...he then held her in the Ocean and kissed. As though they where married.
"Duran, I have something to tell you." Her eyes shifted up and down but the smile never left her lips.
"What is it, Ari?
"I'm Pregnant."
New Mombasa, 2552, "Sarge" 6 hours after drop
The shock of what he was told woke him up. It was dark outside save for the few lights on in the Spartans pod. Rain pelted the metallic structure as he groaned while moving in his seat. His visor flashed on and off a bit before finally staying on. His vitals where in the orange. Seeing the red lights on his pods hatch glowing red. He instinctively bashed every one as the hiss of pressurized oxygen vented. And the hatch door opened. He groggily grabbed the suppressed battle rifle from its pod holster but fell out when tugging on it to had. Falling on his back. His vitals now on the red as he coughed up blood. Something was definitely wrong with him. And his energy shields didn't recharge at all while he was knocked out.
Getting to his feet he saw something light up next to him. Some sort of med station.
"CHOOSE OPTICAN, HEALTH CARE ON DEMAND"
"That was... unrealistically convenient..." He thought as he limped over to the med station taking a med pack from it. Emptying it the contents and injecting the medicine into a port on his armor to spread it out over his body.
"FUCK!"
He tried containing the sting, but it felt as if he stubbed his toe badly. He pulled his helmet off to at least breath easier. Coughing up more blood before his vitals stabilized. Using a wet gauze to clean out his helmet and satisfied with his handy work. He placed it back on. The Visor lit up the surrounding area as smaller street signs started to unnaturally force a link up to his helmet. One saying, "Welcome to New Mombasa".
"What the hell happened here..."
He then saw the sky in smoke as several becons lit up. And they immediately stood out to him
"AI Data cores detected, Retreave immediately, or Enact Cole Protocol article 12."
"Not letting that happen again..." He said to himself as he started to walk.