Frederic-104

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Haunted… Prologue: Glass to Glass… 2552… Fall of Reach “Spartan-Class Three, Serial Number C-14993437 Caleb-G079.” He repeated over, and over to himself. On his knees clutching his head and sobbing gently to himself, trying to get over the deaths of Onyx team… the entirety of them… all dead. Ashley, Yuri, Koren, Cory, and Tyson; all of them were now listed as KIA, by Caleb. He had no trouble listing them as KIA, but it was the aftershock that got to him… it started with the thought that he’d never see them again… Caleb continued to sob, the butt of his M6G tapped against his while he did so, but he suddenly stopped and looked straight ahead, watching the marines fight against the covenant… they were outnumbered and a jackal sniper was zeroing in on them, but it had yet to deploy. There was also three Covenant on the Balcony, and a single hunter going on a rampage… also an elite Zealot commanding his forces. The Marines were killing the rest… and most of the grunts were occupied with ‘eating’. No time to cry… keep your head in the game… mourn after, payback first. Caleb quickly got to his feet and pulled his EVA helmet over his head, growling softly in the back of his throat, he was angry, and the only way his anger could be sated was by killing every last one of the Covenant responsible. He barred his teeth and moved a few steps forward, his armor seemed to glow with hatred, and every marine within his vicinity immediately stepped aside… sensing something wasn’t right. As Caleb moved forward he removed his M6G from its cage and unleashed hell. He fired once, on the covenant sniper three stories high, window, far left, smashed. He fired again, three times, covenant along the balcony, far right, top of the staircase. They all slowly fell to the ground and he charged forward, reloaded in the blink of an eye while everything else moved at a decelerated rate, adrenaline rushed through the Demon’s veins and he charged forward. Using his elbow pad to smash into a Hunter’s shield and he knocked it over, screaming with an understandably psychopathic rage as he did. His veins felt like they were on fire… the shield of the hunter seemed to bend with his power, strength, anger, and momentum. They then both smashed into a wall, and went straight through it before tumbling onto the ground… the hunter made an effort to smash Caleb, but it missed as Caleb quickly stood up and then started slamming his fists into the hunter’s core mass, with only two punches Caleb, smashed right through it’s front armor and he then began ripping the lekgolo worms out with his hands- Screaming as though he were some sort of deranged, uncivilized Animal. Orange blood sprayed everywhere and once the Hunter’s screams finally stopped, he slowly stood up and smiled as he watched the blood drip from his hands, this one killed Koren… He took a step away from the corpse and heard the swish of a sword, before he side-stepped and grabbed the Zealot’s arm and snapped it right in half. Caleb had to use both of his hands, to pull of this manoeuvre, but he felt the cracking of Sangheili bones vibrate through his very being and he liked the feeling. This one killed Cory. Caleb ran out of the room and charged up the steps to where his first team mate to fall was being chewed on by the more Savage and perverted Grunts. There was at east thirteen of them… gnawing on what was left of Tyson… his last moments flashed before Caleb’s eyes. --- Tyson was screaming as the grunts piled onto him, biting the weak-points in his armor and the grunts ripped him to pieces… taking their time with killing him and eating him alive… --- Caleb hesitated and winced, but continued on his path… He charged into the grunts and smahed through five and began ripping them all to pieces, hearing them scream and squirm… even quiver and try to run around despite their heads being partially severed from their bodies... they then abruptly fell over and died. Caleb was not laughing… just grimly smirking as they did… now they knew how Tyson felt, Cory, Koren, Ashley… all that was left was Yuri… he died fighting… just like his culture demanded… he was satisfied with his death, and Ashley was shot in the chest by a Jackal Sniper, her chest cavity was apparently flooding before she was medivaced back to base- Caleb had a promise to keep. Give them hell. “I’ll kill you all!” Caleb screamed to the remaining covenant forces and held the bones of grunt in his arm, he was holding them as weapons and he was completely covered in blood, blue, purple, and orange… all covenant. They all shouted incoherent things, demons, death, angels, gods, Forerunner. It was all gibberish to Caleb but, he knew they were horrified with how he killed all the high-value targets... in the correct order. The Marines laughed and pointed as they run. “Look at the ******** run! Ah ha ha!” One of them said while another approached Caleb as he turned around. “Good work Spartan. You scared them ****less, and put them on the run, I doubt they’ll come back around her-” The marine was simply cut off and Caleb raised a hand for him to stop. “Where was that Medivac going?” He asked. “Same place all of them were going…” The marine stated and pointed up. “Evacuating… Cole Protocol blind jumps… next Ship leaves once this sector is off the ground, you can meet up with her on board the UNSC Frigate Glass My Ass.” He said then reloaded. “but First… we gotta clear out these covies and evac those civvies.” He added and then checked the surroundings. “Alpha-2 Get on that balcony and make sure none of those dumbasses decided to stick around. Bravo two, clear out the building the Spartan made a door for!” He barked, but Caleb’s mind slowly closed out all thoughts and he blacked out.

My names Fred. I'm a Spartan-II and I'm 42 years old. I like Knives.

Welcome to the site, Soldier.

All I can tell you... is that it isn't as high as Linda's.

Frederic-104 Spartan II, Blue Team. Reporting.