Who the hell is still here?
11 years agoPajamaman109
Ã¢â‚¬Å“So where do we stand?Ã¢â‚¬Â
Dahlgren looked up from a stack of papers on his desk and met his security advisorÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s gaze.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well sir,Ã¢â‚¬Â He began, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Kansas City has been quarantined and at this moment the CDC is working trying to figure out what exactly has been released.Ã¢â‚¬Â
The president took his glasses off and placed them on the desk.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hang on a second. I thought it was a chemical attack. Why is the CDC involved?Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well sir, we have reason to believe that the bombs contained a virus.Ã¢â‚¬Â
DahlgrenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eyes narrowed.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“What kind of virus.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“At the moment sir we think itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a modified smallpox virusÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â
The president keyed a switch on the intercom.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Get General Gage in here now!Ã¢â‚¬Â
The needed only wait a few seconds before the door opened and Gage stepped in.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Have a seat General.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Gage sat down and listened intently through the rest of the conversation only really paying attention when directly addressed.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“No one party has taken responsibility for the attack so we are still in the dark here.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Gage spoke up.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“They arenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t a bunch of Jihadists. TheyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re able to finance a project engineering viruses.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Get to work on this. Find out who these jokers are and letÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s track them down. We canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t keep Gage here twiddling his thumbs.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Shooters ready. Fire!Ã¢â‚¬Â
An earsplitting crack followed by a resounding rumble of thunder filled the small valley as Michael Foster took his eye from the 12x scope and worked the bolt action on his Remington Model 700. He did not hear the Ford Crown Victoria pull into the shooting range parking lot, nor did he see the two Class-A clad Lieutenants approach him. Foster was sighting the paper target when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Can we talk?Ã¢â‚¬Â
The question was extremely muffled.
Foster guessed what they were asking though. He removed the magazine from the rifle and ejected the round in the chamber.
The group made their way to the parking lot and one of the Lieutenants pulled a paper from a briefcase.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been reactivated sir. Orders from a General Gage.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got to be kidding me.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ Foster moaned as he read over the paper.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“You need to come with us sir.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Foster looked up to the pair and sighed.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Somebody will need to get my rifleÃ¢â‚¬Â
11 years agoPajamaman109
A new kind of story cuz im in a new kind of mood. Enjoy. props to gwen for kicking my ass until i wrote again ;-D
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Reports are just coming in now, but from what we have heard, Kansas City has suffered a chemical attack. Sources state that at 5:30 AMÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â
President Dahlgren shut off the TV and settled back into the soft leather chair that sat in the center of the Oval Office.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Goddamn world is tearing itself apart.Ã¢â‚¬Â
He sat there a moment then keyed the intercom switch.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Grace, gather my security advisors for a briefing in the situation room in 10 please.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes sir. On the way.
Dahlgren let out a heavy sigh and got up, leaving for the situation room.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“What kind of reaction can we expect from the public?Ã¢â‚¬Â
The PresidentÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s press secretary dropped a folder on the table and pushed her glasses up on her nose.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Mass hysteria easily. The public will freak when they find out that our cities are open for attack.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“As expected. How the hell did this happen? How could they sneak a chemical bomb into Kansas City under our goddamn noses?Ã¢â‚¬Â
The president slammed his fist on the table for emphasis.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“I want the directors of the CIA and NSA in my office in the next hour or you can tell them I will be subtracting from their budgets at an exponential rate every minute they are late! I will be in my office. The rest of you figure out a way to clamp a lid on this as fast as possible!Ã¢â‚¬Â
With that the president stormed from the room and those who remained sprung into action.
As the president re-entered the oval office he found his long time friend, General Thomas M. Gage. The general was not a tall man but was very well built and stood at 5Ã¢â‚¬â„¢6. He immediately sprung up and grasped DahlgrenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hand in an iron grip and pumped it.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“John! Damn good to see you! ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s been too long my friend.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Indeed it has Tom.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Dahlgren eyed the pair of his expensive Cuban cigars sticking out of his chest pocket and let out a chuckle.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Glad to see you helped yourself.Ã¢â‚¬Â
He reached over and snatched one of the stogies, and placed it between his teeth.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“I get the feeling this isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t a social visit Tom.Ã¢â‚¬Â
The general sat back down and drew the one remaining cigar.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“It isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m afraid. Heard about that nasty business in KC. You know what I am here for.Ã¢â‚¬Â
The president shot Gage a suspecting look.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t let your boys off the leash yet Tom. We donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even know who we are after yet.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“In the meantime?Ã¢â‚¬Â
The president met his gaze with ice and said,
Ã¢â‚¬Å“In the meantime, you assemble your team. Once we have a target and good intel we will have a briefing and your boys will get the green light.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Gage produced a file folder out of nowhere and handed it to Dahlgren.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“HereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the team sir.Ã¢â‚¬Â
The president took the folder and looked it over for a good two minutes before looking up.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“The team is to be led by a Captain Michael Foster? Can you vouch for him?Ã¢â‚¬Â
Dahlgren looked at the folder again.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Says here heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s retired.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Gage cracked a huge smile.
11 years agoPajamaman109
As the lift crashed to a halt, Johnson picked himself up and checked his battle rifle. The doors swept open and Johnson moved forward.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“All clear!Ã¢â‚¬Â He shouted and the Arbiter stepped out of the lift.
The receiving area was a very poorly lit room. A single light flickered and shot occasional bursts of light into the dark abyss of the room.
A beeping coming from his wrist told him that his body armorÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s sensors had detected movement from multiple sources but Johnson couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see them. He leveled his rifle and waited.
The light flickered once more and Johnson saw them.
Figures clad entirely in jet-black armor dotted the room. He immediately recognized them but the Arbiter did not. The alien leveled his Covenant Carbine and fired.
It was like a dream to Johnson. As the neon green flashes of the carbine flashed across the room the figures seemed to dance away from them and melt back into darkness.
Johnson told the Arbiter to cease fire but he wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t, until one got behind him.
The figure reared back and slammed the Arbiter with a kick right into the small of his back. He released the weapon and crumpled in a heap onto the floor.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Sergeant Major, good to see you again.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Johnson turned to find himself face-to-face with the ODST Captain.
Flashlights on the trooperÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s helmets flickered to life as the Arbiter picked himself up off of the floor only to find himself surrounded by the barrels of five Battle Rifles. Recognizing the soldiers he cursed and uttered a curt apology.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well now that the fun is over, the captain chimed in, we should get going. Your Elite escort is outside Arbiter.Ã¢â‚¬Â
The party worked their way through the facility until they reached the door leading outside.
The amber sunset encompassed the entire sky. All around the lift lay burned out buildings, demolished monuments and craters the size of whole city blocks. Johnson fished around in his pockets searching. The ODST Captain guessed what he wanted and pulled a cheap plastic-wrapped cigar from his fatigues. He handed it to Johnson who spat out his 24 hour old gum and replaced it with the cheap tobacco.
All of the commotion that enveloped the site finally dawned on Johnson. There were engineers: Covenant engineers who moved cargo crates as well as maintenance equipment from waiting phantoms and into the complex. Elites were everywhere. The Marines watched in awe as the alien soldiers cleaned weapons, fiddled with ammunition and patrolled the compound making sure no passing brute could gain entrance. The Arbiter pointed off in the distance.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“There is our transport.Ã¢â‚¬Â
A jet black phantom approached from the horizon. Johnson looked up into the sky and saw a squadron of Long swords circling, ready to pounce on any threat.
Just then, a crack of what sounded like thunder reverberated from far off in the distance.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Must be a storm coming.Ã¢â‚¬Â Said a Marine.
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Patterson sidestepped behind an abandoned crate and leveled his SMG. The sound of the mechanical buzzing filled the room. He saw the two marines watching the door dive back into the room and a pair of setinels zipped in and opened fire.
patterson jammed his trigger finger down and his SMG came to life as it began to spew rounds in the direction of the pair. One's shield flared and dropped.
"Hold your fire Marines!"
Patterson's concentration was broken as Cortana screeched the orders in his ear.
"Alright alright! Cease Fire Marines!"
The sound of gunfire died down and was replaced by the buzzing of the setinels and the hissing of their energy beams as they cut into and burned the flood corpses.
"What the hell.."
One of the marines walked up and poked one of the setinels with his rifle but it took no notice of him.
Cortana's voice blared over the speaker in Patterson's armor.
"The setinels in this structure have all been alerted to your presence but I have ordered them not to fire on humans."
Seeming to be content with their work the pair of setinels turned and exited the room. The marines followed.
"What in the world..."
Waiting on the other side of the door was a whole squad of the mechanical soldiers. They all turned and focused on Patterson..
"They are waiting for my orders Patterson." Cortana whispered over his radio.
"Riight.. Well lets get the hell out of here then."
"Sounds like a fuckin plan!"
"HooRah! Lets get out of here"
The Setinels seeming to understand turned and led the way down the hall.
"I don't like this one fucking bit."
Seargent Major Avery Johnson ejected the magazine from his Battle Rifle and examined the magazine.
Full.. The same as it was a minute ago.
"This is where we leave you Seargent major."
Johnson looked up into the face of the young marine corporal and his squadmates.
"There will be a squad of Helljumpers waiting for you as well as your Elite counterparts."
He shuddered at the mention of the alien warriors. He hated everything about them. Their fanatic religeous believes, their sheer passion in the face of battle instead of cold hard calculation of risk, and those fucking four jaws....
The airlock slid open and the Marines departed. Johnson turned and looked down upon the earth. His deep meditation was interrupted as the heavy footsteps of an elite warrior approached from behind.
he let out a sigh and turned around.
The dull grey armor the blazing golden eyes. He recognised them instantly.
"Youre the worst one asshole!"
The Arbiter stepped up to Johnson and muttered something in his native tounge. The translation software took a moment and then relayed to him,
"Save your childish remarks Human I have work to do here."
Johnson's arm muscles began to tense and lift his rifle but he checked the motion. He stepped aside and allowed the Elite to pass. He punched in his access code on the security panel and the door slid shut. The sound of the compression chamber overhead filled the room. Johnson smirked and muttered to the elite,
"Better hold on."
He immediatley bent his knees slightly and grabbed the nearest handhold.
The Arbiter, confused by Johnson's words and motions decided to do nothing. His mistake.
There was an explosion overhead and the elevator was hit by what felt like a MAC round and hurtled down towards the earth.
The Elite seemed to crumple to the floor at the initial accelleration but once the violent aftershock had ceased the warrior slowly got to his feet.
Johnson burst out laughing uncontrollably as the embarassed elite stood.
"If you liked that just wait until we need to stop."
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"Dig in folks, this is probably going to be the only decent meal we will be getting from planet-side for a while."
The sound of mess kits being drawn out echoed throughout the command center of Cairo Station as crew members and ONI personnel, and Marines stood and made their way to the central command station.
Admiral "lord" Hood stood over the console which had been cleared of all equipment and had been covered in a white makeshift tablecloth. Adorned on the dining table were three plump roasted turkeys. He shook the hand of every person that passed him by and wished them a happy thanksgiving. Even though every crew member who passed him by wasn't quite sure he meant when he said "thanksgiving" they grinned and shook his hand and proceeded to get their food.
As Hood's aide took his piece of turkey and took his place with the Admiral he eyed the personnel in the room.
"What was the point of doing this sir?"
Hood gulped down some water and turned to his aide.
"Look around you son. These men's morale is through the floor. They need anything that will raise it even a millimeter."
"So this thanksgiving?"
"Son, Thanksgiving is a very very very old American holiday that wasn't practiced after the UNSC was formed."
"Thats over 200 years ago sir..."
"I know, but still look at them."
Hood motioned to the men. Neither of the men had noticed but the room had filled with the sound of chattering and laughter. Marines gathered together and tossed a ball around, the ONI techs were going over data pads in-between bites of turkey. Someone was even singing.
"These men had to literally escort these birds to and from the galley because there are still unsecured sections of the station. They receive word daily of friends who are MIA or even KIA and some are even up at night holding their rifles even though there are others on watch. Tell me son, when was the last time you saw these men this happy?"
" I haven't sir...."
"Thats what I thought. Now chow down on this because we have work to do. This war aint gonna fight itself"
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