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Project: Rebirth
Posted By: John Parker<vinnies83@yahoo.com>
Date: 10 April 2002, 2:45 am
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Jason sat at his desk, a preplexed look on his face. In front of him sat a letter from the Chief of Weapons Development asking Jason to do create a weapon. To be exact, an advanced form of the Spartan Soldier.
'Is it even possible,' he thought, 'to create something that can replace to original Spartan II's.'
The letter reads as follows:
Dear Dr. Jason Getty
With much consideration, I Admiral Cantaan Huges, promote you to lead the new weapons project. Your work in the past has been a tremendous help for our fight with the covenent forces. Now, once again, we ask that you give your services to create a new weapon.
This new weapon, must be a genetically created cyborg, with similarities like those of the Spartan II Super Soldier. We ask that you develop this new weapon to have capabilities to overcome that of the Spartan II.
I will give you all of the funding you will need to produce this new weapon. If you need it, you have our permission to assemble a group of scientists of your choice to assist you in this project.
You and your group of scientist will have a maximum of four years to complete this project. You have the ability and permission to use the robotics facilities orbiting Earth to complete this project.
Everything stated in this letter must be kept totally confidential for secrecy of this project is essential. The code name for this project will be Project: Rebirth.
Good Luck,
Admiral Cantan Huges
Just thinking about this project gives Jason a headache. The responsibility to create such an advanced weapon in the little time of four years is mind numbing. He reaches into one of his desk drawers and pulls out a disk. He hits a button on his desk and a multi-screen system unfolds around him. He inserts the disk and the options menu appears.
Close File
Run EXE. File
Save to Hard Disk
He types in a series of commands and a design appears on the screen. It is the design of the Spartan II that he recieved with the letter. There were two separate designs, One design showed the armor that the subject was placed in, The MJOLNIR armor, and the other design showed the subject itself and the details involved with its creation.
'Obiously,' He thought, 'I am going to have to start with this, because what good is an armor with out someone to use it' as he Saves everything to a separete disk to back up the original.
He reaches into another drawer and pulled out a disk that read, "Tom"
He inserted that disk and the screen read:
Program: EXE. AI "Tom"
Run Program?
He typed a series of commands and then a 3D image appeared next to his computer.
"Hello again, Sir. How have you been," Said the AI very quickly
"Not bad Tom, and I am going to get straight to the point. I need you to give me a list of all of the scientists that were involved with the creation of the Spartan II. After you are done with that, I want you to arrange our travel to the Earth Robotic Facilities."
"Right away, Sir," Tom then disappeared to begin his work. Jason laughed at his AI constuct That spoke in a C-3PO Type voice.
Still Very Preplexed with his newly aquired duties, Jason sat there lost in his thoughts. A few minutes later Tom returns.
"Sir, we leave for the robotics facility a week from today via personel transpot. Because of the war most transportaion to Earth has been delayed for numerous reasons. The fact that we are on the colony Gemini makes this fact even worse. As for the List of Scientists, here it is."
On his computer screen, twenty or thirty scientists came up. But Jason was only interested in the first Four of them.
Dr. Tim Kettmeyer
Dr. Jim Hanson
Dr. Laura Yeddy
Dr. Thomas Nass
These were the people that were the top computer and manufacturer designers. They were the most important.
"Tom, I want you to contact the first four of them. Have them contact me for information"
"Yes, Right away Sir," and once again Tom disappears from sight.
Jason knew that with their help, the job would be much easier to handle.
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While He waited for the transport to Earth, Jason began his research for the Project. He sat going through dozens after dozens of old files, disks, and old data files that the UNSC forces had posted and stored in accessible data banks. He painstakingly looked through every one of them, every one of them that he found useful he sent to Tom, his AI constuct to classify.
Suddenly he found three very interesting files. They read:
File 6: "S.A.W"
EXE. File "GS SPARTAN II"
EXE. File "SPARTAN II DEVP> STGE 1>
He wasn't sure what each on ment. He quietly dropped into his thoughts. Thinking of all of the possibilities of what each file could contain. He saw that the files were all unclassified and were all very encrypted and fragile. He would have to find out what the informatio inside was.
Then he found four more disks with alomost the same things. He was mistified.
EXE. File "SPARTAN II DEVP> STGE 2>
The rest of the files all went up to STGE 5.
He walked back to his office and immediatly sat down at his computer.
"Tom, Come here for a moment." He called out to his computer.
"Yes sir?" The Construct replied
"I found these files I want you to classify these first. They have an almost ancient format and are extreamly fragile so be carful with decoding and processing the information."
"Sir, These are very encrypted. They date back to the first steps of development of the Spartan II."
"I know but just keep working at it, these were the only files that I ould find that had a direct relationship to the development of the Spartan II"
"By the way," The Construct said, "I got replies from all of the scientists you have called for and they all have acquired transportation to the Robotics Facility."
"Great Job, Tom"
Three or so hours had passed and Jason was asleep at his desk.
"Sir, Wake up sir!" The Construct yelled at his creator.
"Yeah, what is it Tom," Jason said as he Yawned
"I Have decrypted all of the files. These are extreamly interesting. They follow, step by step the early stages of development of construction of The Spatan II. The first file you brought me, File 6: "S.A.W." Stood for Spartan II Advanced Weapons. They have the designs and descriptions of all of the weapons that were to be built especially for the Spartans but never got around to building."
"Really, what kind of Weapons?"
"The file itself branches off into dozens of other segments, each of the segments is a proposed weapon for the Spartan. If we could complete some of these weapons like the Chain Gun, Which uses an ammo of depleted uranium. The fuel rod, especially designed for the armor, and a weapon that they call, a flme rod. It is a variation of a Plasma rifle crossed with a laser. It use a focused laser beam with the technology of the plasma rifle to burn large holes in its target."
"What about the other disks?"
"The next file you gave me was EXE. File "GS SPARTAN II" was the technology they used to make the subject under the armor have the ability to use the armor's crystal layer and to use the enhanced computer system. They didn't get around to the last stages of it though were they genetically spliced the genes of the subject at make him have better capabilities. If we complete the last step and then add the armor, the response time would be even higer than taht of the Spartan II"
"We have alot of work to do" Jason says with an astonished face.
He sat, looking at the latest news. Tired and overworked, Jason watched the war develop into a completely different scale. What he saw next made his jaw drop in shock...
This Just in...The latest Covenent attck against the UNSC forces in the Earth colonies has reached a new scale of destruction and death. Just today a brand new weapon of unspeakable destuction has been realeased on the Earth's fighters. The UNSC has recently released information about a new type of enemy deleloped by the Covenent. It is said to be a genetiaclly spliced elite type that is said to have the cabibilities of twenty or so humans.
The wake of destruction that this weapon has left behind include the following, thirty-six UNSC marines whose names were not disclosed, six UNSC space cruisers and the worst news yet, the colony Far 7 was completely annialated. No pictures or any information was realeased about the weaopn other than its code name, Head Hunter. The reason for this name is unknown.
The latest Covenent move includes an aggressive move towards the UNSC current defense line and the move to desty;ksajaildkajfh (Hologram breaking up)
"What the Hell? Tom, what just happ-"
"The covenent have cut all communication between colonies. ALL of it."
"I cannot belive it, I can't"
Several minutes ofcomplete silence pass before Jason breaks the calm.
"My god, a new weapon like that, Damn. Do you think that the Admiral knew about the Head Hunter in advance of evrybody and sent me the letter knowing that somehting like this was inevitable?"
"I would not think so, sir. Because there is only one known remaining Spartan II, I would think that he wanted to create more Spartans to totally wipe out the Covenent threat seeing waht one Spartan and a group of marines did to an entire Covenent armada and an unknown species, and he set the deadline for four years."
Another silence fall over the room. Jason's thoughts echo back and forth through his brain...
36 Marines, six cruisers, an entire colony, totally wiped out, gone... A sense of anger and hatred suddenly swelles up inside of his mind and takes over.
"With this Covenent development, I am moving up the dead line. The UNSC cannot wait for another attack from one of these new Head Hunters. I mean, if one of those things could take out 36 marines, 6 cruisers, and glass a colony, We need to start to speed up," Jason said.
"How long, sir?," The construct asked
"Two years, and I want transportation TOMORROW"
"I will try all I can, I have gotten messeges to all of your team, sir. I did this right away because I knew that you would do something like this."
"By The way, Tom, has anyone been able to locate the Spartan II yet?"
"No, sir, not a trace has been seen of him...yet."
The head hunter walked slowly, one step in front of the other toward the marine barracks. He breathed slowly, as if the breath he was taking would be his last. He stans 9 feet into the air, and his armor shines brightly in the darkness. The guard on duty runs toward the head hunter, "What the ####, INTRUDER, INTRUDER ,DAMN IT, Ahhhhhh, what the FUC---- The head hunter picks up the guard with one arm, and effortlessly throws him stright into a wall so hard, it leaves in indentation on the wall.
He walks into the barracks and silently breaks the neck of the marine walking down the hall."Stop right there!" The next Marine opens fire with his rifle. The Head Hunter shield reacts and every one of the bullets fall off, without making a mark. "My God, " The marine says astonished. The Head Hunter takes out two anvanced plasma rifles, and very quickly puts four or five quick shots into the marine, whos blood stains the floor.
By now the entire barracks is up, the head hunter holsters his rifles and two long sharp claws, extend out of his wrist. A marine who sprints around the corner is punched in the stomach, the two claws bursting out of his back. He picks up the next marine and throws him with all of his strength into the oncoming soldiers. Then smoothly pulls out a plasma grenade and lobbs it onto the pile of marines, then ducks for the explosion.
The head Hunter takes out both Rifles and then fires multiple times down the barracks hall takin out all who had survived. Suddenly, The head Hunter is tossed back, his shields flared from the hit from the sniper that had been watching the slaughter from the top of the next building. The Head Hunter recoils, and while in mid air takes aim and two shots come out from his rifles. Both shots hit his target with the utmost persicion. The sniper falls dead, his face mutilated from the plasma scoring.
He does a small back flip on the floor to get up then as slowly as he had walked in...he walks out...
Jason sleeps soundly untill three knocks on his door wake him.
"Sir, Dr. Getty?"
(Yawns) "Yes, what is it."
The voice outside his door is strong and low, "Sir, pack your things, you are leaving now."
"What, what happened?"
"Another attack from the head hunter, you are needed at the Robotics Facility by tomorrow."
"What the ####, what happened?"
"You will be briefed on the ship. Hurry!"
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Jason was lead, via convoy of armored vehichles, to a heavely guraded military base. The base was obiously on full alert because, he saw tanks, heavy artilery guns, pill boxes, and hundreds of marines scrambling about.
Jason was so curious about all of the activity he couldn't resist himself, "What is going on here?"
The man who had so rudley waken him up told him. "The head hunter has struck a trget on THIS colony. He walked right into a barracks and killed about two dozen marines and totally fucked up the place."
"Damn it, so what do I have to do with all of this?"
"Everything, sir. After the attack, the admiral himself ordered your transportation to Earth to be immediate. Your work is so important to UNSC that he did it only a few minutes after the attack was reported."
"Holy god!"
Jason's jaw drops at the ship he sees as they roll into the docking bay.
"Sir, as of right now you are one hell of a VIP around here. Everyone here knows that you were once a marine so you acually might be saluted around here."
As if to puncuate his sentense, a marine stands at attention and salutes as Jason passes.
"As you might have already guessed, this base is on the highest of alerts. We've drawn on every sigle divison on this base, and every sinlge thng that can fire. We;ve decked the marines out in our new type of armor and put them in full combat gear. We've even gone as far to put up snipers on the roof."
"This ship is called the Hell Raiser, This ship will be traveling in a convoy to get you to Earth, It is the fastest ship we've got and it is brand new and just recently completed. This is were the road ends on this colony for you, Dr, Getty."
The loud speaker begins to bark out new orders to the marines.
Lt. Helton, would you please send Dr. Getty to the Bridge of the Hell Raiser at once.
The luteniant turns and salutes at a dark black window overlooking the docking bay, which was were the orders must have been given from.
"Sir, it was nice meeting you, now if you would kindly step over to the Captain over there, your trip would start."
"Thankyou Luteniant"
Jason walks over to the Captain and the Captain introduces himself.
"Hello, sir, I am Captain Friar Benton, you can call me Friar Tuck."
"Nice to meet you."
The Frair takes him into the ship, it is an impressive sight on the inside and on the outside. The ship is about the size of a cruiser with heavely armed weapons and very powerful engines for a very fast ride.
"You have an impressive ship her, Friar."
"Thankyou, sir"
OOC: Just for some history, Jason was a top ranked military offical before he became a scientist and weapons expert. Taht is just if you are wondering why every one slautes him and hails him as a superior officer.
IC- The technology on the ship only added to the sweetness of the ship.
"This ship has everything a battleship has packed into a cruiser. This ship will outrun anything the Covenent throw at us, and except for the capital ships, out gun them too. This thing was also made for you and your project supporting five cyro bays. If you every get done with your project, my ship is at your command."
Needless to say, Jaso was extremely impressed with what the Admiral had given him for the Project.
"Sir, if you want to take a seat, we are about to pull out."
For seven days, the journey on the Hell Raiser went on. Jason sat there in his quarters stunned with bordom. Nothing to do but think. His computer broke down a couple days earlier and he couldn't work on his project. A knock on his door and a marine a guard duty enetring his room startled him.
"Apologizes, sir, you are wanted on the bridge," He guestered to the door.
He slowly got up, and it cheered him up a little that finally there was something to do for him. He arrived at the bridge to find out that the ship had been totally mobalized and on full alert.
"Is something wrong Captain?" He asked
"Please, call me the Frair, and yeas, we are being followed very closly by an unidentified ship. Please, sit down, sir," He pointed to a hover chair in fornt of the mian view screen
"What kind of ship is it?"
"That is our problem, we have tried to loose it but every time we have acceletated it has done the same, the reason we haven't entered slip stream is because we havn't tested our sub space drives yet and we don't want to do it in no-man's land deep space."
"No, we certinly wouldn't, mind it I take a look?" He pointed at the screen.
"No not at all, acually we were wondering if you could tell us what it was, it outdates every ship in the databank."
Jason walked up pushing his thick black hair back with his hand. He saw that the ship did have an extremely old radar signiture.
"Friar, I have seen this very signiture before. I saw it right before I left my ship to be deployed on Gemini, have an hour later, my ship was destoyed."
"Good our first lead!" The Friar was happy, you could tell by is face that he was tired and fatigued.
"Sir," One of the radar men said,"It is speeding up!"
"How Long?"
"ETA: 2.5 minutes"
The Friar walked up and pushed a seris of buttons but ended with a button that said, "weapons deployment" in big red letters.
"Here maybe this will help you," Jason said pulling out a disk that had the letters "Tom" on it.
He started up Toms program and Tom appeared.
"How can I help you gentlemen?" Tom said as if on cue.
"Tom, I need you to run the weapons programs on the ship, and to defened whatever that radar signiutre could be."
"Yes, sir, that ship is unidentifiable by my standards, but I will do what ever I can."
"Follow me, Jason." The Friar motioned to follow him.
They both walked into a large armory, "You might as well get sutied up, just in case this gets ugly"
Jason sliped on a Marine Uniform, made a tag that had his name on it, put it on his unifrm. Then he slipped on body armor.
He walked over to some weapons racks and picked up a shot gun. Took four clips and four fragmentation grenades into his belt then picked up a trusty pistol and a communications device.
"I feel as if this stuff were made for me, Frair."
"Good, now go down that hll and into the shooting range, I don't want to loosing your touch so go and prctice."
The unidentified ship came closer, and closer.
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Soon, the situation got very ugly. Red Alert sirens were sounding throughout the ship and marine platoons were scrambling to get armed and ready. With the enemy ship nearing, the Hell Raiser had begun to lay heavy fire down on the incoming object as it came closer.
Jason sat by himself, his shotgun across his legs relaxing. He watched a blimp in the distance became a looming shadow on uncertainty over the ship. It was a small mass of black metal, If you were just looking out into space one night, you would not notice it if it were right next to you it is so well camoflauged. Then, the two ships were side by side, and you could see the heavy black marks that the Hell Raiser's guns had done at least some damage if you looked closly at it. The suddenly the enemy ship's black camo casing fell off of it, and a red hull came into view, spotless as if the guns had done nothing but bounce off the hull.
You could see out the window, One capsule shot out of the ship, hooked to a cable that was keeping it from falling away from the ships hold, the capsule smashed hard striaght into the side of the Hell Raiser causing alot of commotion and hull breeh alarms to sound off everywhere. Now Jason sprang into action, he turned on his comm link and headed toward the breech in the hull.
Click, Click...he cocked his shotgun, silently he had been waiting for a fight to come along for a long time. He had really never gotten the chance to show his real fighting skills, but now what ever was coming out of that capsule was his job to take out.
He sprinted through a dozen passages, fianlly coming to the blaock of obsticles that the marines had erected for cover.
"Soldier, what the hell is going on?"
"Sir, we don't know, nothing has come out yet."
"Tom, he talked to his comm link, search the ship find out what the hell hit us."
"Yes sir," The comm link spoke back to him
Exactly two minutes had passed, "Sir, if I told you what is about to kill all of you, you wouldn't belive me."
"What the hell is it Tom? No Jokes!"
"Sir, you are about to have a head to head clash with a head hunter."
Jason't jaw dropped about a foot
"The covenent figure that is waiting for the smoke to clear has the same radar signiture as the covenent soldier that attacked the barracks and the cruisers."
"Holy ####!"
As if on cue, two well placed grenades fell glowing of their usual blue plasma, landed right next to the cover of obsticles.
Four marines died instantly, Jason fell back behing a wall, six or seven plasma shots hit the wall he was standing behind,
'FALL BACK, FALL BACK!" He sceamed into his comm link, all of the marines responded giving thier positions.
He was too late, the head hunter in his black armor was looming over Jason with its retractable wrist claws extended.
Jason made the first move, just quick enough to avoid the first blow, taking a quick shot, he saw the head hunter fall over from being off balance while he was beign shot. He did a small flip and jumped up running as fast he could away from the hunter, throwing a grenade and taking multiple shots as he fell back. He found a group of marines and joined up with them.
They could not run but not hide. Two marines in front of him fell dead, plasma burns squarley placed on thier chest. Jason let off a quick shot and he saw the shields flare up and he took four more. Then launched a grenade, throwing the head hunter back several feet, a covenent blood trail of bright green all over the hallway.
He thought quickly,"You two, I want you to put three grenades, without pulling the pins right next to that hallway, He is a very curious covenent and dosn't quite understand our weapondry, so we are going to give him a taste."
The marines preformed beutifully landing the grendades right in the middle of the hallway. The head hunter was invsible, the only thing you could see was the blood trail it left behind as it walked. It was toying with the grenade, looking it over, and over, not quite knowing what it was.
He turned around the corner of the wall, pulled the trigger once, then ducked for the oncoming explosion. He could hear the scream, the sickning sound of body parts being torn off of the body, small pools of blood landing everywhere some of them getting one him. The bright green blood smeared his uniform, but he didn't care, he had killed a head hunter.
He slowly cocked his shotgun, and with three marines behind him, walked up to the wall. The body of the head hunter fell off the wall leaving another pool of blood on the ground. It was unreconizable from the head hunter that had intimidatingly loomed over him a few minutes eailer. The face was marred, if not for the shield technology, the body would have disintergrated.
"Tom, I want you to send down a clean up crew, we have killed the head hunter, we have their technology," He said with glee in spite of the grewsome sight of the covenent's death. Had the head hunter not of killed all of the marines it did on Gemini, he would have felt sorry for it, but who would want to feel sorry for something like that?
The body of the head hunter lay there mangled and destroyed on the strecher. Jason examined the carcus took about a dozen blood samples, DNA samples and took fargments of skin and unstrapped the armor so that Tom could examine what was left of it. He took up the Plasma Rifles, they were hevay for someone his size, they were obiously not made for the likes of someone with his size. He still found pieces of fragmention grenade stuck in places that were immpossible to reach. The grenades are a technological marvel. He took notes on a computre documenting every observation and sample. He took extreme measures to make sure he had not missed a thing.
"Sir, I have my report on the type of alloy used on the armor." Tom said, appearing out of thin air.
"Go ahead Tom," Jason said without turning around.
"Sir, this Armor was made with various known substances that man uses, but there are alos various unkown sunstances in the armor. The fragmentaion grenade did virtually no damage what so ever to the armor, it is spotless."
"What are the known alloys and compounds?"
"There are large traces or Titanium, Iron, Steel, Copper, dozes of metals all melted together to form a ingenious compund of metal. This thing weighs virtually nothing to sir, showing of its stength for its size."
"Well, if it survived the detonation of three frangmentation grenades, well have to look into it. How dod the fargmention grenade kill it then Tom, if the armor is still intact, shouldn't taht have protected it from the explosion?"
"Sir, The Head hunter was killed because the armor could not possible have covered the entire body. The fragmentaions were founf in the cracks between the armor, and the force of the blast by itself, and the temperature of the explosion were enough to kill it."
"Alright then, Tell me about the shields, How come my shotgun was able to do more damage then the sniper rifle bullet found lodged in its armor."
"You fired more than one time, sir, Only one sniper bullet was found, I found hundreds of shotgun pellets in the armor, meaning that it wasn't invinc---"
A large vibration shoke the ship.
"This is the Friar, I have decided not to waste anymore time, we have just eneterd the slip stream." The loud speaker announced, " We will arrive at Earth in 30 minutes, I will have the head hunter carcus packed up and sent aboard the facility for you Jason."
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Three years had passed since Jason had landed on ORS or Orbital Robotical Station and had begun his work. To his surprize and dismay he found out that all of his helping scinetists had been killed in a oxygen faliure on the ship they were on, and because he was already so behind schedual he had to start work by himself, alone. The progress he had made was tremendous, and today was the day, his largest task was completed. He was finished with him, the "Spartan III AF Mark VIII" and for two years he had been stored in Cyro and was to be released and his training started.
Jason sat at his computer running through last checks.
"Tom, relay to me oxygen levels, blood pulse, nerve frequencies, and brain impulses."
"Yes, sir, data transfering."
Jason's computer read,
Oxygen levels: Normal
Blood Pulse: Normal
NF: Normal
BI: Normal
SUBJECT READY
CMD PGME: Release Subject?
He entered a series of commands into the computer showing the status on his creation. The cyro tube sat in the middle of a large labratory, filled with computers, file cabnients, and at least a dozen robots used to develop the Spartan III.
You could see him, the intimidating man sood vertically in the tube, he stood at an imposing 8 feet six inches tall, he stength was immense, and through computer processing already very intelligent.
The Computer showed again:
Release Subject?
Jason typed in:
Release Subject [Enter]
Immidiatly you could hear the hissing of the oxygen blowing out of the tube, and you could see the tube tilting back so that the subject did not fall. Jaosn had gathered the Weapons Development team to see the show.
Readings began to show across the board of computes showing that his heart rate had spead up and it also showed muscle fluctuation. He was wide awake, and his blue eyes were looking curiously around the room. A robitcal arm extended and gave him a set of clothes, he steped out of the tube slowly, grabbed the clothes and put them on.
Through a microphone Jason spoke to him, "Good morning, How do you feel?"
Jason could senese that the soldier was emotionally deprived and was not going to respond.
All he got has a nod for the ok form the soldier.
"Obiously, you know who I am, but you do not know who you are yet don't you, well only answer to the name, Master Soldier and nothing else. You know your own technicalities, and you know why you were created. Now look to your left, Master Soldier and you will see a Sargent. he is going to train you. You may have thought that because you were a Spartan III that you would walk out of here with a rifle in your hands and start killing your enemies with prejudiced blood lust but that is not going to happ-"
"Sir," His quiet, but low voice sounded out his first words, "Even for me sir, war is not a thing of honor, it is a thing that I have to do for humanity's sake."
"Well then, In eight months you will have the armor to complete what you have to do for humanities sake"
"Kill, all Head Hunters," The Spartan Soldier spoke the words darkly.
"You will begin your training now."
Dr. Jason Getty, sat in his office, a sergeant burst in the door, he could tell that it was the one that as training the Spartan Soldier.
'Sir,' He said, I can not possibly train this guy, he doesn't need any training as far as I am concerned. I told him to do pushups and he did 900 of them. I told him to do pull ups and he did 900 of them. I told him to run around the mile track, he did it in 3 minutes, I told him to do the 100 meter sprint, he did it in 3 seconds. The only thing I could help him on was his rifle training, he is having a tough time shooting his gun.'
'You are doing your job Sergeant, don't worry. I want you to push him on that rifle range till he gets 100 bull's eyes straight in row. If he can do all of those pushups and pull-ups, he has the patience to hit 100 bull's eyes. I want him to be a marks men before I give him his other weapons.'
'Yes, sir.' The Sergeant left, this time, much more calm knowing his job was much eaiser now.
Dr. Getty walked out onto the range an hour later. He watched the Spartan shoot, he hit it dead on. Again, he watched him squeeze the trigger, another dead on hit. The sergeant was sleeping, he almost laughed.
Without turning around the Spartan said, 'Good morning Dr. Getty.'
'Good morning,' Jason said back.
Another shot hit the target, this time it went through it. Next, he pulled the trigger five times, very quickly, Jason watched them all hit the target, dead on all on the same spot. His jaw dropped as The Spartan shot off his remaining ammo, the other three targets in the range all had bullet holes, right in the small red dot in the middle.
'Did the Sergeant teach you how to do this?' Jason asked.
'No,' He said
'Then who did?' The Spartan did not answer his questions. Jason figured out that the Spartan III taught himself, after the Sergeant gave up. He was amazed at what the Spartan Soldier learned all on his own. The head hunters didn't stand a chance.
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Jason sat there, three weeks had passed since the Spartan had showed him how he could shoot. The computer was running scans of the Spartan that now lay in a cyro chamber especially designed for him. He turned to another computer close by, which operated the robots inside another room. Inside that room was the brand new armor, which was completed but that was now being fitted for use by the Spartan III.
The new weapons were laying next to the armor, three weapons to be exact. A new type of grenade called the thermal detonation grenade that could pierce the shields of the head hunter. Next lay the massive chain gun that used depleted uranium for ammunition. Then there was the plasma rifle designed especially for killing shields and heavily armored things. The computer made a noise:
Prgm: Fir armor Status: Completed (Ready for use)
Tom came up, 'Sir, the armor is done and ready, shall I fit him?'
'Yes, go ahead Tom. I am really excited to know that my work could be done.'
Tom disappeared and next he heard the hissing of cyro tube opening and the Spartan stepping out. He walked right into the next room. The armor was designed to just unfold so that it was easy to take on and off. He slipped on the undersuit, that was used to protect him form the power that the shields gave off. He stepped into the unfolded armor and the thing closed around him, the Spartan then picked up his helmet.
The suit was impressive, black in color, and sleek. Jason turned on the HUD inside the helmet and brought the shields up, he knew that they worked because he tested them with the chain gun. The Spartan picked up the chain gun, it slid right onto his forearm. He then picked up the ammo box and attached it to the gun, locked it and he was set. He slipped four of the TD grenades into a belt and threw the rifle over his shoulder.
As if on cue, alarms of every shape and sound went off, red lights flashed.
'Sir, an unidentified covenent has entered the docking bay. It must be a head hunter.'
'Spartan, this is your job, do it alone.'
The Spartan walked out, silent, he wasn't going to let the head hunter get anywhere near a com system because he knew that head hunter had found Earth and needed to communicate with his superiors. The Spartan III ducked into the shadows and waited.
Clank...Clank...Clank...Clank... The Spartan could hear the Head Hunter walk up in the next corridor, It showed on the motion sensor too. He turned to corner but didn't fire, Jason had told him about the fascination with human weapons. The head Hunter walked slowly up to the Spartan, its Claws extended, but it was not showing aggression...yet.
The Spartan showed no emotion what so ever. He lifted up the chain gun, without firing, the head hunter became curious and put his head right next to the barrels. The Spartan fired, hundreds of rounds poured into the head hunter's head, its death was unavoidable. It was dead, the shields had protected it from being instantly killed. The head hunter flipped open a compartment in its arm, he pushed a button and a series of sounds came out. He spoke softly into it, th Spartan took a TDG from his belt and tunred it on to instant detonation. He dropped it, it exploded.
When the smoke cleared, the Spartan was still standing, his shields making electric discharges. The power was making rings sound his body, then they stopped because the shields had recharged.
The Spartan turned on a comm. link:
'Project: Rebirth was a success, elimination of all head hunters will pursue immediately.'
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The Head Hunter slowly approached the Residential area, in his cloak no one knew he was there. The houses lined the street, he picked one and moved up to it, he took out a grenade and he threw it right next to the door. The entire front of the house blew up and collapsed to the ground. He saw a person jump from the top story and the man landed right next to him. A pool of blood came out of the two holes where the claws from his wrist went through the man's stomach. The Head Hunter threw another grenade into the house, it blew up and the entire house fell to the ground. He now had the attention of everyone on the street.
A man tried to hit the Head Hunter with a bat. It bounced off harmlessly, the Head Hunter picked up the man and threw him into the nearest house right through the wall, instantly killing him. He took out his plasma rifle and shot three people that were approaching in the street.
Suddenly he was thrown forward, with about 70 rounds of depleted uranium hitting his shields. He turned in mid air and started to fire his plasma rifles, but the man in the black armor ran and dodged all of the plasma bolts. He couldn't see the Spartan, it had disappeared. Once again he was thrown forward, except this time, his shields didn't block the hit. The Head Hunter looked down, blood was coming out of the hole in his chest. On top of a house, the Spartan III sat with its plasma rifle's barrel smoking. He jumped down to the Head Hunter, picked up the dead body and walked away. A group of Marines were sent in to calm the people down.
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The head hunter's capabilities were well documented now that three specimens were well examined. The head hunters had fallen in silence for the past year, not a single one showing its face around any human instillation anywhere in the systems. Dr. Getty had begun the creation of seven more Spartan III's whom he had called black team. He had since painted the original Spartan III (Whom he now just calls 'The Spartan') armor gray to distinguish between the two groups. Team Black was scheduled to be done in two months, you could see their faces through the clear cyro tube. Dr. Getty had added one women to the group just to see how a women's body would react to the armor. All the rest were men. He had tried some different things with the men, like try different heights, different weights, and all sorts of different specifications.
As for The Spartan, because none of the head hunters could be found, he was recalled and was stationed at ORS at the time as he waited for the next team of Spartan III's to be released. The war had slowed quite a bit. The front lines of both sides had stop making huge offensives because both sides were low on supplies and were having trouble getting re-supplied. The Original Spartan II had rejoined the war and was said to be making guerilla attacks all along the front. Once the head hunters were all destroyed the Spartans were going to be stationed at the front line to help the war end.
'Sir, In coming message from UNSC HQ on Earth, they want to speak directly with you and to no one else, sir' Tom said, appearing as he always does.
'Ok put them on.'
An enormous hologram appeared of the Chief of Staff, and the head of Weapons Development, Admiral Cantan Huges, the man who gave him the assignment of building the Spartan III's.
'Good afternoon, Doctor, how are you doing today?' The COS said.
'Fine sir, how may I help you?' Jason said back
'You are going to be taking the Admiral's place as the Head of the Weapons Development Department because he is retiring. Your service is excellent and I hear that seven more Spartans are on the way.'
'Yes that is true, and well, I guess I accept your offer greatly sir, thankyou.'
'Do not thank me, he is the one retiring, and I want you to know one thing. A side from your project to bring the Spartans back, we want you to develop equipment for the every day marine. We have seen the power some of the weapons you Spartan has used-'
'Sir, those weapons you have seen fit only the Spartans and can only be used by the Spartans, they are way to heavy for the use of an every day, in and out, shot them up, marine.'
'We understand that, we want you to make the weapons so that an everyday marine can use them. If we had your weapons we could win the war.'
'Sir, you know as well as I do that marines die, if I stick some of thos advanced weapons on to a marine, it will be very easy for a Covenant to pick it up and use it against us. I will develop more powerful weapons but non that use plasma.'
'You do what ever you feel will get the job done. Good bye, and good luck with your promotion Doctor.'
With that the General walked out and some one else with Green armor walked in, he knew the look right away, the original Spartan II was at the ORS.
'Dr. Getty, I need your help...'
The head hunter's capabilities were well documented now that three specimens were well examined. The head hunters had fallen in silence for the past year, not a single one showing its face around any human instillation anywhere in the systems. Dr. Getty had begun the creation of seven more Spartan III's whom he had called black team. He had since painted the original Spartan III (Whom he now just calls 'The Spartan') armor gray to distinguish between the two groups. Team Black was scheduled to be done in two months, you could see their faces through the clear cyro tube. Dr. Getty had added one women to the group just to see how a women's body would react to the armor. All the rest were men. He had tried some different things with the men, like try different heights, different weights, and all sorts of different specifications.
As for The Spartan, because none of the head hunters could be found, he was recalled and was stationed at ORS at the time as he waited for the next team of Spartan III's to be released. The war had slowed quite a bit. The front lines of both sides had stop making huge offensives because both sides were low on supplies and were having trouble getting re-supplied. The Original Spartan II had rejoined the war and was said to be making guerilla attacks all along the front. Once the head hunters were all destroyed the Spartans were going to be stationed at the front line to help the war end.
'Sir, In coming message from UNSC HQ on Earth, they want to speak directly with you and to no one else, sir' Tom said, appearing as he always does.
'Ok put them on.'
An enormous hologram appeared of the Chief of Staff, and the head of Weapons Development, Admiral Cantan Huges, the man who gave him the assignment of building the Spartan III's.
'Good afternoon, Doctor, how are you doing today?' The COS said.
'Fine sir, how may I help you?' Jason said back
'You are going to be taking the Admiral's place as the Head of the Weapons Development Department because he is retiring. Your service is excellent and I hear that seven more Spartans are on the way.'
'Yes that is true, and well, I guess I accept your offer greatly sir, thankyou.'
'Do not thank me, he is the one retiring, and I want you to know one thing. A side from your project to bring the Spartans back, we want you to develop equipment for the every day marine. We have seen the power some of the weapons you Spartan has used-'
'Sir, those weapons you have seen fit only the Spartans and can only be used by the Spartans, they are way to heavy for the use of an every day, in and out, shot them up, marine.'
'We understand that, we want you to make the weapons so that an everyday marine can use them. If we had your weapons we could win the war.'
'Sir, you know as well as I do that marines die, if I stick some of thos advanced weapons on to a marine, it will be very easy for a Covenant to pick it up and use it against us. I will develop more powerful weapons but non that use plasma.'
'You do what ever you feel will get the job done. Good bye, and good luck with your promotion Doctor.'
With that the General's hologram went dead, some one else with Green armor walked in, he knew the look right away, the original Spartan II was at the ORS. He came in and said:
'Dr. Getty, I need your help...'
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