(Daisy S-023 Pov)
(Daisy S-023 Images (I don't think I have put any images of her except the ones in the auxiliary))
February 5th 2543
0643 Sunrise
Mutatio City, Algolis
'Dear fuck can I please catch a break today.'
It had been the third time in the past three days that the Brutes made a charge to break into the city. Each time I was there and each time I crushed them and forced their pack to retreat. However, with every assault, I lost a couple more marines and it's looking like the casualties are beginning to snowball. Meanwhile, it seems that every time the Brutes grab more shit to kill us with. In the second invasion they brought fuel rod canons, in the third they brought ghosts as well. What will the 4th be Banshees? Wraiths? If they continue with this then they are going to breach the city and I will be damned if it is at my post.
That damn Lieutenant Colonel Gentry keeps telling us to pull back. For the same reasons that we are having trouble with listed above. Though he doesn't seem to understand the fact that they are simply sticking a needle through a balloon hoping to pop it, and then force the other UNSC groups to fight while being flanked.
*sigh*
If only it was me Josh, Grace, and Naomi again. We would have this entrance locked down so tight you would think it's a female Grunt's first mating, 'I wonder how they are doing,' I think to myself, 'Are they playing defense like me or are they on the attack like I wish I was,'
*click*
Pulling the magazine out of my MA5B I press down on the bullets to see how far the spring is pushed down, 'Hmm about half a mag left plus one in the chamber. I got about 4 and a half magazines or about 270 bullets left. Not bad seems my rationing paid off,'. Though it's not a problem now, soon I and the rest of Gamma 4 are going to be out of ammo.
I can't help shaking my head as the problems just keep piling up. Sitting against a half-destroyed wall I flip to safety on my assault rifle and lean it against the wall in front of me. While I hold my head with my right hand and lay against the wall. Before I rest my eyes I reach up with my left hand pressing my right chest piece and massaging the muscle underneath. I wince and conclude that the armor is damaged and that I have bruising underneath. There's nothing I can do about it right now best to get some sleep before those dumb apes come back for another ass-kicking.
"What's the status of those reinforcements?" asked a Sergeant to the communications officer off to my left.
"Great you guys decide that now's the best time to have a conversation, and right by where I am trying to sleep,' I can't help but think grumpily.
"They are in orbit and are planning to begin air raids around 0730 according to the last transmission received," said the Communications officer with a hopeful tone.
'Finally some good news,' I thought.
"Thank god," said the Sergeant who was sitting down on a stone slab with his helmet beside him.
"Yeah and get this. I heard from one of my buddies in the SeaBees that the first wave of fighters is going to be flown with a Spartan," the communications officer said with a smile.
Hearing the revelation that a Spartan was flying I perked up and looked towards the marine, 'A Spartan is going to be flying? Heh this will be interesting,' I smiled under my helmet, 'He must be one hell of a pilot if he is going to be flying instead of doing ground cleanup,'
"No shit?" asked the Sergeant in return
"No shit. My buddy even said that he and the rest of the SeaBees in the battle group have been running around like chickens with their heads cut off because of a crazy idea he proposed," the marine said with excitement, "Get this though he also said that according to a sheet read out for the squadron's displacement, he saw that apparently the Spartan and his wingman are supposed to be assigned to our sector. He finished by telling me that he and a bunch of other guys got permission from the Spartan to paint up his ride. He said to look for the black eagle with tusks and the reaper being all cryptic and shit,"
"There's no way we would be lucky enough to have two Spartans watching over us and providing support," soon the two began bickering back and forth about the likelihood that the Spartan was assigned to this sector as well.
Meanwhile, I was thinking about the information I heard, 'A crazy Spartan that is most likely a talented Pilot. He sounds almost like Ralph,' I thought before shaking my head, 'Ralph is gone, he chose to leave and I chose to stay,' I thought, gripping the teddy bear keychain that I was given by my flash clone years ago. Snapping myself out of my depressing thoughts I smirked, 'Someone that even those drunk bastards call crazy must be a hell of a guy,' with that I went back to trying to sleep.
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(??? Pov)
'It seems I have survived another suicide mission,' I think to myself looking at the carnage left of the human compound. The humans in this compound put up a good fight. Yet again I am the only survivor of my pack, and the only reason for their deaths I am giving is that it 'quickens the great journey'.
*snort*
'The Great Journey…What an outdated and needless ideology. Whose sole purpose is to brainwash and control the masses implemented by those pathetic weaklings who sit on their throne and can only preach and control. It's disgusting that I am forced to bend my knee to serve them when I could easily shred them if I were to enter their throne room. Frustrated at the position that my clan and I find ourselves in, I decide to shove those thoughts down. Looking over I position my gaze on a wounded human foot soldier called a marine according to what I have been told.
"You," I address the injured human, "Get up and run,"
The human looks at me confused for a moment, before slowly getting to his feet and running away. Of course, it wasn't actually running the small human could barely even limp along never mind attempting to run. Watching him slowly stagger forward I slowly walked behind him and decided to talk to the fear-ridden male.
"You and me aren't so different," I called out to the human. He shuddered not from fear but disgust at my words, 'Strange..what did I say that repulsed him like that?' I shook my head, sometimes these creatures can be the most confusing things in the galaxy.
I heaved my mace onto my shoulder before continuing, "What I meant is that we are both ordered to fight,
only to be sent to an early grave. Meanwhile, the ones who lead us are only content with gaining more political power and obtaining more to fulfill their greedy materialistic mindsets. They plan out our births and purpose long before we are even conceived and use us as tools," I paused and smirked, "Though in that regard I am no better than they are,"
"Yet we are different in many ways," I said, "You humans fight for your race's survival, a noble goal, while I fight for the pathetic ideal known as the Great Journey. I run into your front lines and massacre your species like a hyena hunts a lion's cub, yet you always seem to kill off my pack brothers that come with me. Every time without fail it all ends the same," As I finish the human falls down and is unable to get back up. There is a spiker round lodged in his back and has been bleeding severely. Tenacious animals even in the face of certain death this one didn't give up and kept up hope that salvation was just in sight. I doubt that anyone will ever be able to eternally subjugate such a race that never knows when to quit.
I lazily made my way to the fallen warrior and looked down at him. He seemed just about ready to breathe his last, "As I said before. Your race's endings are all the same," I spoke down to him with a dull expression bored by how many times I have done this. The man looked up and with a final burst of rebellion he spoke, "Go to hell you dumb gorilla,". I sighed as he closed his eyes. I grabbed my mace from my shoulder and smashed down with it onto the 'marine'. I killed him and was showered by blood and bits of his gore.
Turning around to leave I saw the same Brute I watched during the ride to this battle. He looked outraged, it seemed that he heard everything I said. Well if he has a problem with what I said. Then he knows how to confront me about it.
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(Lieutenant Colonel Erwin Butler Pov)
Algol System
DD-366 Halberd Class Light Destroyer 'Heart of Midlothian'
Estimated time of Rendezvous with Battle Group Leviathan: 2 hours
*sigh*
'John you are killing me. Your casualty rates are through the roof. Though your mission completion rate is higher than the other platoons. I can't keep covering for you to your superiors,' Looking at the latest report of the Hades Corps' Echo platoon I take a sip of my whisky. Massaging my forehead I try to come up with some way to save my best friend's skin for what feels like the hundredth time.
I think to myself about all the rumors floating around Sergeant John Rogers 'the fearless' as he was called in boot camp. Now however he is known as a soulless, unfeeling, and subhuman thing that spreads misfortune to whatever sad sap is forced to deploy with him. There are even rumors that he is nothing but a ghost. A man that's already dead and whose job is to bring the enlisted under his command to the afterlife with him.
Sighing for the third time since I pulled up his record today I can't help but wonder, 'When was it that you lost your emotions? Was it the first deployment when that civilian transport was destroyed after you changed a battle plan? Was it when you were subsequently demoted from Captain and told that if you disobeyed another order you would be thrown in the brig?' I pondered before I shook my head and began typing another letter of appeasement to Captain Steele.
Like the other four letters, I again threw the mission success and completion rate to quell the arguments made by the man. I think this is the last time I can use this excuse to defend him. If he doesn't change and fast he is going to be put on the chopping block.
'No, I think it was always bound to happen. When you first entered combat and looked at the ugliness I knew that you tried to find meaning in it. That you lost the purpose you believed to have during training to rise up the ranks and prove yourself. I watched as you latched onto the mission and nothing but the mission, disregarding your own personal thoughts and feelings. Even your life and the lives of the men and women under you were nothing when compared to the task at hand,'
Thinking back I grit my teeth and tighten my fists as a scorned and regretful look appears on my face, 'And I just sat back and didn't say a word. I didn't help you like a friend or ask what was wrong. As your smiles and playful sarcasm turned to cold and stern orders I just sat back and watched, I could have helped you…or at least I should have tried,' I loosen my grip as my face morphs into a depressed expression, 'And for that, I am truly sorry Ghost,'
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Yeah so I introduced some things that will be occurring in the background of the arc that will be eventually making their way to the Mc. Like I completely forgot Atriox's rebellion began on Algolis.
Anyway I think I nailed Daisy's personality, and I hope I did good with Atriox. I wanted to show intelligence in brutality because I think he personifies those aspects perfectly. As for the Lieutenant Colonel I thought about the marine that gave the closing monologue at the end of 'The Prototype' and give him some type of role.
Hopefully I also made a good enough reason/backstory for why Ghost acts like Ghost. Though he hasn't fully morphed into that state because he hasn't lost his entire platoon yet. What will happen with him only time and chapters will tell.
Anyway is there any questions?
Song of the day is "Not Ready to Die" by Avenged Sevenfold
I hope you all have a blessed day and I will See You Star Side