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onepassingnight2012-07-09 12:41 am
one_one_se7en) wrote in onepassingnight2012-07-09 12:41 am
Second Journey :: The Role
"Contacts. Stand by."
The Master Chief knew there were probably more than a hundred of them -- Motion sensors were off the scale. He wanted to see them for himself, though; his years made that lesson clear: 'Machines break. Eyes don't'.
The Spartans that composed his team for the moment covered his sides, each of them with varying patience inside their MJOLNIR suits of armor. Someone had once commented that they looked like Greek war gods in the armor... But his Spartans were far more effective and ruthless than Homer's gods had ever been.
He snaked the fiber-optic probe up and over the three-meter-high stone ridge. When it was in place, the Master Chief linked it to his helmet's HUD. On the other side he saw a valley with eroded rock walls and a river meandering through it... And camped along the banks were hundreds of Grunts, Jackals, Brutes, and Elites, with a handful of pairs of Hunters around the camp.
The Master Chief detached the optics cable, and took a step back from the rock wall. He passed the tactical information along his companions over a secure COM channel. Like him, encased in battle armor easily weighting half a ton. All armed with energy shields protecting them from the plasma, enough speed not to be even noticed in the seconds they all ran exposed on the field, and enough strength to toss even the biggest Hunter among them.
"Are the mines set?"
This is what being a Spartan is like. When two of them against a almost a thousand of them are poor odds for their enemies.
The Master Chief knew there were probably more than a hundred of them -- Motion sensors were off the scale. He wanted to see them for himself, though; his years made that lesson clear: 'Machines break. Eyes don't'.
The Spartans that composed his team for the moment covered his sides, each of them with varying patience inside their MJOLNIR suits of armor. Someone had once commented that they looked like Greek war gods in the armor... But his Spartans were far more effective and ruthless than Homer's gods had ever been.
He snaked the fiber-optic probe up and over the three-meter-high stone ridge. When it was in place, the Master Chief linked it to his helmet's HUD. On the other side he saw a valley with eroded rock walls and a river meandering through it... And camped along the banks were hundreds of Grunts, Jackals, Brutes, and Elites, with a handful of pairs of Hunters around the camp.
The Master Chief detached the optics cable, and took a step back from the rock wall. He passed the tactical information along his companions over a secure COM channel. Like him, encased in battle armor easily weighting half a ton. All armed with energy shields protecting them from the plasma, enough speed not to be even noticed in the seconds they all ran exposed on the field, and enough strength to toss even the biggest Hunter among them.
"Are the mines set?"
This is what being a Spartan is like. When two of them against a almost a thousand of them are poor odds for their enemies.
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Four. Three. Two. One.
The white glow and the shockwave in the distance hits the camp before the sound of the explosion does.
The part of the camp that was not hit by the explosions is immediately woken up, rushing and screaming in reports of the threat. -- And then another one follows, claiming part of those that had moved. into that position.
Kyouya was a great planner.
"Good job."
Now for his part. He ventures out, neutralizing threats as he moves forward in the middle of the confusion. Amidst smoke, plasma and physical rounds fired without knowledge of their origins, the Covenant was only vaguely aware there was a Demon within their midst.
He needs to get to below the Grav Lift. Toss a HAVOK Tactical Nuclear Device. Accomplish his obective.
SPARTAN-117 takes cover. He spots a general and three teams that have taken notice of him. He engages the nearest team.
"Found a general."
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Now was the more cumbersome part since there were a number of other possibilities and combinations of situations in play. In front of him was a display of the teams that had been deployed, and details of the enimies as they came in. News of the general though brought everything to a momentary pause. "Good, dispatch the team and capture the general if possible."
Perhaps they would be able to get additional information if they were to manage to do so.