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Chapter 1
Loadout
I awoke as I usually do, quickly, without really noticing, the alarm was still ringing in my ear and I shut it off with a quick thought to my suit, I groaned and got up, already in motion, making my way toward the drop-ship that landed nearby, C10 Canister Rifle already slung on my back and pistol in its holster. Annoying military officials and their ******** missions. Was my only thought, and while he was moving, he loaded up his V-HUD(Virtual Heads up Display), the drop-ship was indicated by a small arrow, even from the distance he could see it clearly.
The drop-ship was a standard issue Terran ship, pretty much an arch with a small box attached to it, never comfortable, never uncomfortable, all four of the engines were hot and ready to move, as if it wasn’t staying for long, in the distance I could see 2 people, the Sarge, blatantly obvious he was a marine, standard suit, all heavy metal and huge shoulder ‘pads’. The other man was a Ghost, obvious by the suit and the way he held himself, and even from this distance I could feel the pure Psionic power that emanated from him.
Now let me take this time to explain the Psionic Index. The Psionic Index is a number set, 1-2, 3-5, 6-8, and 8-10. These numbers tell how powerful the Psionic powers of a human are, I lay around 9, and this guy is probably around 8 or 9. Templars from the Protoss race are ALWAYS a 10, they know what they’re doing, Most humans are around 1-3, no Psionic potential, and most Ghosts are around 5-6.
I arrived at the drop-ship, snapping a quick salute, and saying the word, “Reporting,” with JUST enough enthusiasm to pass. The entire day had been a blur, unusually; I hadn’t even noticed the ton of people walking around, and the buildings looming above. The check-up on our equipment had been quick, and simple, the Sarge knew what he was doing.
I scoffed under my helmet and took it off, “These things are always to form-fitting” I mumbled to no one in particular, and pulled the helmet back over my head, It took a minute for the V-HUD to reappear and re-align itself, the ammo counter and other useful things appeared, I climbed aboard the drop-ship after the Sarge and the other Ghost.
“So am I the only person who likes SIE(Standard Issue Equipment)?” I asked the Sarge, “The C-10 is a reliable little beauty, quick, efficient, low recoil…” While I chattered on, my V-HUD notified me of the knife in the Sarge’s boot, so I continued, “But that little knife you have is nifty, against anything but big targets.” By big targets I meant things like Ultralisks and Hydralisks, from the Zerg race, Ultralisks being bigger-than-elephant size but with HUGE blades that were made of some mono-molecular material, And Hydralisks, tall humanoid creatures with the ability to shoot spines.
“From what I hear,” the Sarge replied, “most of our targets are going to be ground, up close and personal. Its reassuring to have with an empty gun though.” He was laid back, easy to get along with, I liked it, “I hear they have a….’special’ armory on the “Defiance” though, you might look into some non-standard issue gear, you never know what you may find.” It wasn’t an order, I could hear that clearly, but my suit still listed it on my objectives, I pulled my helmet off my head again.
My ego kicked in anyway, even though I would look at the armory, “Psssh! I’m a Ghost, I’m such a badass….” It took me a second, and I added, “Uh, sir…” I pulled my helmet down again, so my V-HUD wouldn’t get screwed up or anything, “I'm ready for whatever comes at us, mutated beings, aliens, or the like. I don't care if they have energy blades or something like that!” I didn’t laugh, and I figured out I was right not to.
The other Ghost piped up, “About that non-standard issue equipment, what exactly are we talking about, like Black-Market stuff? ‘Cause I’ve heard some nasty things, but I’ve always wanted to try them. I added in, “I think he’s talking about like, bio warfare stuff, really ******** up s**t, I’ve heard of bullets that spread a virus through your system,” I tinkered on the adjustment for the laser sight on my C-10, “There are ******** up people in this world who think they would be better suited for assassinations and the such, I think all you need is one well-trained Ghost and 1 well-placed shot.”
“But apparently we’re not cut out for Black Ops missions, what with the cloaking power and all,” At this I let my shape flicker into shadows, nothing hard to do, being trained from a young age, “Though I do hope I get to pop some heads during this mission.” After this comment came a bit of explanation on this mission: We were supposed to retrieve an alien artifact from some colony or planet or something, and Search and Rescue was (to much of Sarge’s dismay) a secondary objective. After that we spoke a bit about black market stuff, and a bit more about the mission.
We arrived earlier than expected, while they were loading us and sealing the airlock, I asked Sarge about the ship, “Is it a Leviathan-Class Battle-cruiser or a Behemoth-Class?” Was my question, to which Sarge’s reply was kind of surprising, “It’s a Leviathan-class, a really old ship that has seen a lot of action.” Leviathan-class Battle-cruisers were considered inferior to the new Behemoth-class.
“Hmm, well any Battle-cruiser is an asset, does it have a call-sign?” Was my next question, and his reply was deeply satisfying, “I don’t know if it has a call-sign but it has a Yamato cannon, which is going to make a BIG difference for orbital support.” I’d seen a Yamato strike before, it was destructive, and if you were unlucky enough to be caught in one, nothing could save you, HUGE morale boost happened for me at that very moment.
“So why are you in this mission, any exemplary achievements?” Sarge’s question pulled me out of thought, I smiled, “Only one I could think of, being the most powerful with my Psionic field of my, well, class I guess, I didn’t really have a problem learning to cloak myself and disable electronic devices and the such, I figured you needed the best, and well, here we are.” I hesitated for a second and added, “I also heard a rumor that some aliens could make, well basically a small electric storm with their Psionic power, I know it’s probably a lie but it’d be nice to find out.”
“I have to say, you are the most…friendly Ghost I have ever met.” Sarge said, and added, “As for the power, I wouldn’t doubt it after seeing the footage from the first attempt at the artifact.”
“Yeah, My trainers hated me, said I was to talkative to be a ghost, to happy, always cracking jokes. I think the only time I’m not friendly is when I’m called a freak, which never really happens anymore.”
I left out the part about me killing 3 trainers because of being called a freak, if he wanted to know that, he’d look at my personnel file. “So what’s your reason for going on this mission?” I asked, to which he replied, “Do you want the short version or the long one,” and after I said short he replied, “Alright long version it is;
“Back in the civil war on Terleron 3 my parents were in the business of healing both side, one day one of the side decided that they were more dangerous to them than to there enemy and slaughtered them. The other side came and found me next to my parents remains and decided to train me to fight. They showed me who to fire a gun, work this power-armor, how to think under pressure. The works. After the war I was recognized as the single cause for winning the war. The military sought me out and I was almost too eager to join. I quickly rose in rank. My ability to keep troops alive is one of the best in the military. Any squad I've even served on has had some of the lowest, if not the lowest mortality rate out of all the squads. I guessing it's because of that that am here.”
I smiled and leaned forward, “It sounds like my life is in good hands then, there are a few skills I have that you might not even know a ghost could, being as on the Psi index from 1-10 I am at 9, and it looks like you might be in luck, the other ghost here feels around my area of power as well...Now I’m off to raid the ships weapons, if you need me don’t hesitate to radio.” Sarge only said, “Carry on.” And so I went.
The first thing I noticed about the ships personnel was that they pointed and whispered, this pissed me off, but I reasoned they hadn’t seen a ghost of my caliber in a while, while I was walking I pulled up Sergeant Allen’s personnel file, and whistled to myself, “Wow he wasn’t kidding, this guy is a badass.” And while I stored it away in the suits memory I continued along using the diagram of a ship to find my way to the armory.
((will add moar laterz))
Kylan_x · Thu Jun 10, 2010 @ 06:47am · 0 Comments |
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