*beep beep* … … *beep beep* … … *beep be(KA-SMASH!)* Kaikaina Grif hated mornings. The alarm clock started to blare its grating, yet familiar tone. “Once again, what reason do you have to call us for this?” Wash wasn’t in the mood for a long story, especially not today. He fell through the hole, and we don’t know where he is now. We were able to take the video feed from the helmet of one of the team members the volunteer isn’t responsible for whatever happened, but he is in danger. President Kimball seemed to realize what he meant, and apparently it wasn’t what she intended. “So,” Wash concluded after several seconds had passed, “You want us to track down the person who volunteered?” When we got there, everyone was dead, except for the one volunteer. And then, after we lost contact, I led a team to the temple myself to find out what happened. But there was one person who volunteered instantly. “.When we were putting together the team to investigate the energy signature, it was difficult to get anyone to agree. Several moments passed in silence, as if Kimball was having trouble choosing her words. This didn’t usually make them the first choice for people who needed help. But why call us?” The Reds and Blues weren’t actually world-class soldiers they mostly bungled into bad situations, and solved them the same way: by bungling. And then they’d place the planet under eminent domain, kick everyone out so they can ransack the temples without any complaints.” The sarcasm in Kimball’s voice was not lost on Wash. “Okay… so what do you need us for? Contact Earth the UNSC could probably handle this better than we could." They found what appears to be an actual hole in the universe. “I’d like to help, but first I need you to tell me more. A hole? What kind of hole? Wash knew that whatever this was, it was important, but he needed more information. The last thing we heard was that they had entered the temple, and found some sort of… hole.” We sent a team out to investigate, but a few hours ago, we lost contact. But we found one that was emanating some sort of strange energy reading. We’d ignored them beforehand, for obvious reasons. A couple months ago, we decided to take a look at some of the temples all around the planet. “Wash, you need to listen to what I have to say. I don’t even know if I could find them all. After what happened on the Staff, everyone went their separate ways. “Vanessa, that’s going to be pretty difficult. The somewhat-soldiers survived the crash against all odds and, though they were initially separated, eventually reunited to help the inhabitants of Chorus stop the space pirates, who had decided that the only way to avoid the legal consequences of their actions was to destroy the planet and everyone on it, leaving no one alive who knew the truth about the war. After one of their missions, they had found themselves on Chorus after a ship that was meant to bring them back home to Blood Gulch was forced to crash-land on the planet’s surface by space pirates bent on scavenging from the ship and selling whatever they found. Despite this, they had banded together, and taken on threats not just to themselves, but the entire galaxy. The Reds and Blues of Blood Gulch, a group of soldiers hand-picked from the lowest scoring recruits, placed inside a canyon in the middle of nowhere and told they were at war. You need to bring the others to Chorus as soon as possible.” I know you have a lot on your plate, so I’m assuming this isn’t a social call.” His theory was proven correct by what he heard on the other end. He picked up the comm device and put it to his ear. When the call came, Wash was still having difficulty mentally waking up, but one look at the caller ID - VANESSA KIMBALL - did the trick. His friend, Agent Carolina, had rescued him soon after with the help of a team known as “Shatter Squad”, and he had been placed on reserve until he was back to fighting shape, but after a week or two, the business with Zero seemed to have come to an end. Washington had been captured by members of Zero’s syndicate, only known by the name “Viper”, and tortured for information they thought he might possess, pertaining to a series of temples created by a long-extinct race to hold an “Ultimate Power”. The call came in the early hours of the morning, about three months after the incident involving the soldier-turned-terrorist known as “Zero”. So, of course, when an old acquaintance of his contacted him with news that sounded impossible, he knew he couldn’t dismiss it out of hand. That is, after having seen aliens, sentient computer programs, and beings with godlike power, there weren’t many things that he would find hard to believe. Major Washington (first name David, last name Wouldn’t You Like to Know), formerly an agent of the military-scientific organization known as “Project Freelancer”, liked to think of himself as a pretty open-minded guy.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |