Composite Armour

What the hell is going on?

"Hey *******, if you don't want that stick up your *** you better put it back down." He checked the body. Out cold. "Admiral, what the hell is going on here?"

It was a few minutes of wandering before Pershing finalley found the Admiral's office. Some jackass forgot to put maps in to guide people. "Kel, I thought it was you on the intercom. Eh? Why the long face?"

Hell I'll do this. As long as mass brute rushing is banned. Broken as hell that.

"Lockett then? You been here long Private?" He then stopped as he heard an announcement over the intercom, mentioning his name. "Was I shouting? Nevermind, not important. Also you can cut the charade, I know when someone is fed up." He didn't wait for a response. As he left, he rememberd the reason he went into the room in the first place. "Too late now, gotta do it the ol' fashioned way."

Pershing heared some commotion come from the gym and decided to check it out. He walked in only to find a punching bag embedded into a wall. He approached a marine. "Somebody showing off or what? Ah nevermind. You don't know where the Admiral's office is?" He put forward his hand. "Name's Pershing."

It would be a massive waste of resources. How would they deliver it? How would it transmit? How long would it take to kill? How visible is it? How long does it take for elites to become immune? And the Covenant was never above glassing it's own troops to prevent the spread of a fatal disease. Now compare that to a nuke.

Pershing stepped off of the Pelican and proceeded to the assembly area that was designated for the training of milita. He arrived in full gear as usual and walked in a way that you would never suspect he was hurt. The varied assortment of wannabe soldiers was a sorry sight. It would take some serious work to make a fighter out of them. "Time to play jackass" he thought as he silently inspected them. "Good god, what fresh hell have I been dealt! I could get better soldiers from a playground!" They shuffled nervously. "Did I say you could move?! You better stan.......You there, what's your name?" "Thomas nolan." "I don't think you heard me son, WHAT IS YOUR NAME?!" "THOMAS NOLAN SIR!" "Why are you out of uniform soldier?!" "I didn't recive any gear sir!" "Bull****! The truth is, you lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment! Do you know how much that gear costs?" "No sir!" "Well that's too bad, because that will be coming out of your pay. Know what that means?" "No sir!" "It means, idiot, that you will serve in this mans army until you are five-hundred and ten years old. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!" "SIR, YES SIR." "Get back in line maggot. If you're given an order you will follow it. If I tell you to jump, you jump. If I tell you to shoot, you shoot. IF I TELL YOU TO DIE FOR YOUR SPECIES, YOU WILL MOST CERTAINLY DIE!" "SIR, YES SIR." He proceeded back to inspecting the line, when a voice came from the opposite end. "I have a question sarge!" "What did you just call me?" "Sarge......sir!" "Let me tell you something. If I like you, you may call me sarge. Guess what? I DON'T LIKE YOU! You will call me sergeant or Drill sergeant. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!" "Yes sir sergeant!" "Now, what is your question?" "When will we be learning combat training sir?" "Good question." Pershing drew his M1911 and proceeded to load it. "You have three attempts to disarm me. Go." The civilian rushed at him and was quickly thrown down. "Again!" It was another failure. "Last chance." It was another doomed attempt. He was rolling around in pain. "Too bad son, guess you're not ready for combat training." He pointed the pistol at his knee and shot. The civilian was rolling around in pain clutching his knee. "Pathetic. Imagine if that had actually been a bullet." There was a slight moment of relief from the rest of the recruits. "Welcome to the next two weeks. DISMISSED!"

It's been a hell of a ride man. Now we have to send you out.......with a bang.

I'll take a mission.

"Still keeping up the friendly doctor thing eh Bones? If I lose a limb or something, I might just drop back in." Pershing decided it was probably best to clean and remove the blood from his gear before doing anything else. "It's so blue! Too bad it stinks like crap." He had his gear pristine again in record time, though he himself would take longer. He proceeded to the rec room and decided to drink the pain away.

"This Captain Griffen of the Unforgiving, we've found ourselves thrust back into Galactic affairs and could use new contacts. May I ask who I'm speaking to?"

"Sir, incoming message. General broadcast." "Play it." "Respond to it." "This is the U.C.R.S Unforgiving, please respond over." "I'll give orders to the salvage team." "No, I'll take a transport. Get an escort flight ready."

Oh great, I've just tried to create contact with your faction. Want me to edit it?

"So do we. I just hope for all our sakes that your people will see reason." _____________________________________________________________ U.C.R.S. Unforgiving, unkown system. "Former UNSC system, at least that's what our records say." "Covenant or Innies?" "Innies." "Alright then, we shouldn't have too much to worry about." "I wouldn't count on that sir, we've got a firefight on this planet.........here." "What can we get a visual?" "Alright.........done." "So somebody has a base here." "Whose attacking who?" "Looks like innies defending against........dunno." "UNSC?" "No, nothing matches our records." "Who the hell is it then?" "I've got nothing." "Alright, prepare an assualt team, make contact with whoever's willing to listen." "Team prepping now." "Open a message on all channels." "Done." "This is the U.C.R.S. Unforgiving, respond." "Nothing coming through sir." "Sir, I found what the covenant wanted here!" "What is it?" "Appears to be the wreckage of a Supercarrier. The "divine justice"." "Alright, we'll cancel this meeting right now, take us to the wreck."

I'm going to say peace for now, until we get some more factions in the mix.

"You tested a UNSC weapon on it. I can assure you our guns are vastly superior. Forerunner shields? It didn't stop us from punching a hole in the forerunner ship. And we have learned a great deal about their technology since then." He stared him in the eyes. "Would you risk your entire fleet over one planet?"

"Induce war!? I'm trying to prevent a bloody war!" He threy down his cigar. "Now listen here you freaks, you came to our planet and threatend us, you demanded we give you access to our planet as a gesture of goodwill. We came out here to avoid all of your types!" "Damn straight sir!" "Quiet down!" "Now I will tell you something you should never forget: You will never take this planet. You're not ready for it. We've spent all this time preparing for you. Our super-guns can put a round clean through a super carrier, our airforce can decimate everything you send at us and you know what else? You will never take the wall. I guarntee you this planet will become your vietnam." He let out a sigh. "Do you know my vital signs are tied to the fate of this place? When I die, it becomes nothing more then a irradiated hellhole. Now you can either work with me to prevent that or you can continue on this doomed course that will never bear any fruits for you." He stormed out and returned to his tent.

"Ha ha ha." Pershing got up and walked towards the door, already putting his helmet back on. "That's it doc? No lollipop?"

Pershing took the pills and swallowed them, though with a slightly disgusted look. "Ugh, can't they at least make a cardboard flavour?" He shook his head slightly. "Give me the details doc and don't spare a word."

"Look, you're commander here has been bringing material while he is over the tonnage limit for the treaty that you signed." He took out a cigar and lit it up. "Now, I'm sure we can reslove this issue easily, but if you do have a complaint take it to the Admiral. I'm just following what I was given."

"Now I know there's a reason I always keep coming back here, it's certainly not the food anyways." He took off his helmet and mask. "If it helps, I can't feel over 30% of my body and I think I have less blood then is recommened."

"You're ignoring the tonnage limits." He handed him a datapad." "Look there and explain that."

"Now now, you always enjoy my charming aura. I think I broke something making friends and I would be oh so happy to get patched up."

((Yeah, altough I might call him Bones. Call me out if I do.)) Pershing limped into the medbay and stood waiting for someone to ask him anything. "Hello? Doctor, Doctor, I feel like I need medical attention!"