Halo: Hyper Lethal Vectors

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The missile round hit the Covenant Super Carrier, a loud ping as the result. Slowly, step by step, the Lieutenant stepped down the ladder. Her helmet tilted towards her fallen comrade, Emile, then turned away, wanting to forget the scene as soon as she had seen it. But the death was fit for Emile’s personality; an invincible, stereotypical brick wall. Noble Six eyed the distance between the platform she was currently standing on and the pelican that was heading in her direction. Her brows furrowed, but all questions were answered as a cheering voice came across the COM.

                “Orders from Captain Keyes L.T.! A special pick up- you must be some soldier!” Fohammer chuckled and spun the pelican around, the hatch opening.

                The Spartan III stepped on, wasting no time, and smiled just slightly. “Thank you…I don’t believe we met before, but I can tell you’re going to be doing things like this quite a lot.”

                The female pilot laughed again, and pushed the power on the UNSC drop ship, barely flying over the dust and echoes bellow and into the shuttle bay on the Pillar of Autumn as the air pressure doors sealed. The engines blew hot air onto the metal deck beneath it, making an ear popping whistle. Foehammer parked her ship, and shut down the power before slipping out of the leather seat and jumping to smack her co-pilot on the elbow.

                Marines from every corner rushed in the bay, helping the Captain get off of the pelican. Keyes’ focus, however, was on the drop ship fifty feet away. ‘Did she…? I can’t leave anyone behind…I won’t allow it…’ Lieutenant, Spartan 312, set her feet down on flat floor in relief, only to be showered by smaller men in military uniforms, shouting commands.

                Keyes smiled and turned heading to the service elevator with one of his officers close behind and typed in the code necessary to go to the Bridge. Once there, he held the large cylinder in his hands before pushing it into a large terminal. Seconds passed by before the silhouette of a ghost he once knew appeared. Personnel on the brig prepared the Autumn, already charging up her defense systems. Keyes didn’t even glance at Cortana as he punched in random coordinates and pulled the war ship out of planet Reach’s orbit.

                A message came across the COMM channels; “Everybody hang on!”

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                Lines ran under the eyes of Spartan-312 as she stared in the mirror. Another rumble came from the ship and she gripped the counter to keep balance, her lids sliding closed in annoyance.  The shaking of the UNSC Cruiser nearly provoked her to head up to the Bridge and voluntarily drive them to their destination. There weren’t any orders from the Captain yet, so the Lieutenant had taken the chance to relax and check over her suit of armor. On the counter sat the steel colored MARK V [B] helmet. With a sigh, the female adjusted the data pad settings on her wrist. The COMMs overhead pulled her attention to the ceiling. 

                “Lieutenant B-312, report to Cyrostorage Unit Two, on the double soldier.” Keyes’ voice sounded off in the bathroom, solid, commanding echoes bouncing back at the woman.

                “Understood, Captain!”  The helmet was sealed onto her face by then and she was out the door no more than thirty seconds later, meeting and following an enlightened marine who was all too happy to lead the way.

                The marine’s name, learned through several, quickly spoken and stuttered more than once sentences, was Wallace A. Jenkins. He grinned nervously as the Spartan stood next to him, the silence in the elevator gnawing at him. There wasn’t much space to move in, due to the woman on his left, making him feel more awkward than he did when he was speaking. A small cough came from the Private, before the Lieutenant finally looked over, into his eyes. The stare was intimidating, but Jenkins just kept the grin plastered on his face. He wanted to remain respectful, and most of all look good in the presence of this soldier. Not just any soldier however, but a Spartan.