This is it, the end of Chapter one, look for chapter two soon.
First post will be re-designed as a chapter directory, so look for that soon too
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Present Day
20:19
“Cover that door, seal it off” 115 yelled as he leapt
through the opening.
“I got it, I got it. I know how to close the *** door,”
The sergeant screamed back. He slammed himself into the heavy steal door,
grinding it closed. “How many of those things followed us?”
The nav point hovered another thirty feet underground. “I
don’t know, could be other entrances. This place isn’t even supposed to be
here.” They had followed the point into an underground bunker. “Reinforced
concrete, archaic, but strong, I doubt they’ll get through anytime soon.” He
sighed and motioned the sergeant to follow him. “Hey, you got a name?”
“Don’t see why not. Sergeant Daemon Hails, first
division. I got transferred to the Road
not more then a week ago. Kind of wishing I hadn’t.” They turned left and
headed through a fire door. “So how about you, you Spartans have a name don’t
you?” 115 grunted and kept moving. “Ah, that kind of person huh? Well then,
I’ll just keep talking. It was the summer of 2530, and war was…”
The
sound of rifle fire filled the hall, coming from a floor down. 115 turned to
him, “We have to keep moving, come on. It’s not too far now.” They reached the
blast door, the nav marker floating just on the other side. “You ready?” The
Hails nodded. “Alright, stand back.”
He
leveled his rifle and blew away the control panel. The doors slid silently
apart, revealing the chamber beyond. “What the hell?” Hails muttered as an
eerie orange glow filled the hall.
“I
don’t know, but I got the signal…” A simple, six note signal.
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Two weeks earlier
20:19
“I repeat, this is Spartan 126 of Gamma squad, do you
come in? Captain Vestal, please respond.” Kurtz spoke useless into the burnt
out comm equipment. “Dammit, I can’t get anything else.”
Susan leaned over, “Well what did you get?” She rolled
and rested on her elbow.
“Just a set of coordinates, nothing big. They’re about a
mile from here, if you want the check.”
Ward sat up, “I vote we check it,” he stood up, and for
about two seconds looked brave. Then he wobbled and tumbled over.
“It’s just another trap, they can do that now, mimic our
voices. They lure you in and turn you. That’s how Bravo went down, it copied
their CO.” Mark sagged against a tree and sighed. “We’ll never know if it’s
real.”
“Only one way to find out, pack up Spartans, we’re
going.” Susan stood and grabbed he gear. Everyone else did the same.
45 Minutes Later
“Fall back, fall back. Get inside the bunker, now!” Susan
rolled and let out a stream of fire on the oncoming line. “Seal the *** door!”
She lobbed a grenade out of the hatch, causing bits of flesh to fly in.
“Got it!” Kurtz mashed buttons on a console and the door
slid closed, a ragged arm sticking out the side. “Whoa,” he ginned, “A little
close, I love this job.”
“Come one,” Susan waved the Spartans forward. “It’s not
much farther, just a few floors down.” They moved deeper into the complex.
“What is this place?” Ward asked, “Is it one of ours? We
never were told about a bunker, what the hell were they doing down…”
“Stop asking question you know we can’t answer,” Susan
interrupted, “Keep moving.” After another minute they reached a large steal
blast door. “Kurtz, open this up.”
“Oh, uh, sure, I think I can get this open, just give me
a sec.” He moved to the control panel. Suddenly, the doors parted, grinding across
the floor. “Wait, I… didn’t do that.” A brilliant orange light filled the hall.
“What is that?”
The Spartans moved into the chamber towered a wall of
orange, flowing liquid that split the room in two. A voice resounded in the
hall, “What the hell?”
Susan paused, “Hey Kurtz, could you send a signal into
that thing?”
“Uh, yeah, I’ll send one now…” Kurtz opened the signal he’d
sent earlier. “There, it should go through.” Everyone held there breathe and
waited. “Got something,” he smirked, “Come on through, should we?”
Susan bit her lip and thought. Then, without saying
anything, walked into the wall. Lights flew past here as she passed into
another room. Two men stood there. One, short and dressed in green fatigues,
the other standing seven feet tall clad in Mjolnir. She gasped, “Lucas?”
End of chapter 1
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You get hit with a heavy object.
-2 DXT
-5 STM
-200 INT
You are dead.