This is a prequel to "Tales of McSpartan" (which no one read) and details how Clayton Clammer became Sergeant. Keep in mind that this is a warped version of the halo universe, so not all tecnology will be the same. Enjoy this short story. -Thriller Chief- King of The McSpartans
Operation: Secret Shakedown
10 years before "The Tales of McSpartan"
Part 1: Prepare to Jump
Clayton Clammer felt a rush of wind hit his chest as prepared to jump from the Pelican.
He looked down through the clouds and saw a barren, desert wasteland stretching for miles.
"Clammer, you've got my special permission to leave now! Your mom already signed the
permission slip!" Sergeant Sixpack growled. Clammer was proud, his mom had used her
best handwriting. He took in a deep breath, and plunged into the darkness before him.
Wind whipped at his face as he fell towards the fast approaching desert. He counted to
twelve, just as Sixpack had told him, and pulled the lever that released his Axcer-17
parachute.
A loud noise and a sudden tug upward informed Clammer that his parachute had deployed
properly. He slowly idled down to Haze's surface, and prepared for the abrupt landing. The landing
wasn't nearly as bad as the initial jump, which had caused Clammer to wet himself. When he was
feeling less dizzy, he gathered his supplies, which included an M7S submachine gun, M6D sidearm,
two silencers, a standard issue combat knife, binoculars, two flashbang grenades, and two frag
grenades. Once he had readied all his gear, he started calling out on the radio for the rest of
Candy Cane Squad. "Anyone out there?" he whispered into his headset. It took what seemed like
an eternity, but finally a voice called back over the radio. "Yes, this is Shashka, I am the one that is
nearest to the location where you presently are." Shashka Kharkadan was easily the nicest, and
strangest, soldier in the UWSC. He was born on Earth, in Hjasgredan, India, to two strict military
fathers, which made him extra tough, polite, and ***. At the age of eighteen, Shashka enrolled in
the OCD (Outer Colonies Defense) division of the UWSC, he would be one of the first men to kick
some Covenant ass.
The thing that made Shashka so extraordinarily strange was his religion, Queenism. Shashka
worshipped the long gone fast food giant "Dairy Queen", and cursed "Wendy's" as the devil. Every
four hours he kneeled facing the west, drinking from a faded cup that said "Blizzard" on the side.
He also was always praising the old restaurant's sausage gravy,had a DQ tattooed on his left
shoulder, and talked in riddles, like Yoda (he learned English from the Star Wars movies.)
"Clayton, I have made contact with Mr. Sixpack, our glorious leader, he says to meet him
many miles from here. I suggest we begin moving close to this moment." Shashka informed him.
"Alright psycho. Pray to your ice cream store and we'll go." Clammer replied smugly.
"Curses friend, I fear the evil Wendy's redhead has tainted you. You may be beyond saving!"
"Whatever Shashka."
Part 2: Forget The Alamo!
Once all of Candy Cane Squad was together again, Sgt. Sixpack began to go over the plans.
The squad's mission was to land on Haze and capture a small fort in the middle of the desert,
codenamed the "Covie Alamo." Then they were to hold the base as an evac point for Diet Cola
Squad, under the command of Sergeant Gerald Juices. Diet Cola's mission was to eliminate a
gang of Brute Bandits that controlled the planet with an iron fist. "Seems simple, doesn't it
ladies? Well what if the NUKES start falling from the heavens? What then?" was the
Sergeant's end to the plans. Sergeant Sixpack was, in Clammer's opinion, a good commander
with only two flaws: 1. His worst case scenarios always involved nuclear weapons, and 2. He
hated Shashka and ordered him to do near suicidal things. "Sir, with all due respect, if we
get nuked, I'll eat my shirt and you can call me Laquesha." was Cpl. Obvious' response.
Obvious was the only sane member of Candy Cane Squad, and Clammer's only friend.
It took three hours to reach the Covie Alamo, which sat near a dried up stream, and
was surrounded by small, dusty hills, one of which hid Candy Cane Squad from view.
They knelt discussing the plans of their attack. "Alright ladies, this may look like a
cakewalk, but if we get nuked we're all gonna die." This was Sixpack's version of a
motivational speech. "Obvious, you take that weirdo Turquiose and flank around
the base, be sure to wait for my signal before engaging. Clammer, scout out the front
of the base, you will tell me enemy numbers, and I'll order the attack. Shashka, you
stay with me and make sure to jump in front of anything that's shot at me. If we
get nuked, cover me with your worthless body to protect me from the
radioactive fallout. Oh, and FORGET THE ALAMO! Because at the Alamo, a lot
of attackers died." Sixpack paused for a second, as if to let his strange Alamo
reference sink in. "Now move out."
Clammer knelt behind the closest dune to the base and drew his silenced
M6D pistol. He peeked up over the dune and saw two orange armored Grunts
guarding the entrance to the base. He whispered two prayers, one to god, and
one to Dairy Queen that Shashka had taught him. He took in a deep breath,
squinted over the top of the dune, and fired two shots into the Grunts' heads.
"Moving up, two hostiles down." he reported over the radio. Clammer took
position behind the front of the base, and after a moment to calm himself,
peeked around the corner. "Twenty- five grunts in the base, sir.
Reccommend we go in..." A Grunt had ventured out of the base and was
staring at him. Before it could react, he threw his combat knife into it's
throat, killing it. "ATTACK! HIT THEM BEFORE THEY NUKE US!"
called Sgt. Sixpack over the radio. That was when all hell broke loose.
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