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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.
the jump out of the system might be a good wake-up stop point?
It's unthinkable to wait placidly for the end.
At John's signal, and once the order is given by the captain, Ami simply walks from the bridge shortly after her companion. Something, even here and even like this, tells her this is more personal, more striking, to him. She hesitates at first, but then a hand moves to rest on his shoulder. A wordless presence.
no subject
Especially so against the Covenant. Especially so with what happened to Reach.
The Master Chief stops walking. Every Spartan motion inside of armor is deliberate. Intentional. His head turns to look at her as they exit the bridge, understanding the motion.
There are no motions of his armor. But that he stopped for her is the proof that he understands.
And thanks her for it.
The ship's engines rumbled, and the ship moved off.