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5/16/2012 1:37:09 AM
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Miracle [Fan Fiction] (Dat Prologue babay)

[quote]A work in progress. I hope you all enjoy. As always, comments are appreciated, as well as constructive criticism.[/quote] [b][u]Prologue[/u][/b] [i]April 2nd, 2552 1603 hours-military calendar[/i] Location: [i]New Virginia[/i] The image of the setting sun in the distance was soon enveloped by an expanding purple balloon of plasma, reaching out and crushing all within its five mile diameter. Several seconds later a shock wave swept throughout the green valley in which the UNSC had been stationed. Moroni, Spartan B-079, braced himself against the bunker on the fringe of New Gettysburg. The shock wave tore through the city with tremendous force causing it to shake violently. Rubble from the skyscrapers next to the bunker showered down upon it. Moroni's body shuddered as the rubble struck the reinforced bunker and exploded into a thousand tiny rocks. He glanced over at his four Spartan squadmates. He had known each of them since their conscription into the Spartan III program and since they had been picked out of Beta company he had gotten to know them on a personal level. To Moroni's left stood Mafua, Spartan B-304, who at the age of four had been one of those kids that could naturally draw you in with his natural charm and jocular personality. Throughout Beta company's training he had been a source of relief for all of them. However, after the grueling training they had endured for years and the constant, bloody, missions he was not the same. Having been the comedian for many long years the big islander seemed to have lost his spark for comedy. Perhaps he had even lost his spark for life, but if he had... well he didn't show it. By the time the four of them were hunkered down together Mafua had become a shell of his former self. Next to Mafua stood Bryan, Spartan B004. He was the toughest son of a gun that Moroni had met in his entire life. They had met when they were young, while they were still training, but the two of them had never been close friends by any means. In fact they had been in brawls with each other many a time. However, after they had been pulled from Beta and had formed into [i]Zulu team[/i] Moroni had learned that he was not as bad a guy as he had previously thought. Sure he had been rough around the edges but he was a respectable soldier, a respectable man. Spartan B105, Marcus, stood to the right of Moroni. The two of them had come a long way since their early training days. When they first began the two of them had been paired up into a team for the rest of training and all of their operations. They had continued working op after op until they became the closest of friends. Marcus, always the silent type, was a crack-shot with the sniper rifle. If Moroni had to choose one of the Spartans in the squad to watch his back with a sniper Moroni would have chosen Marcus. The reason for that was simple: in several of their ops Marcus had saved his life because of fatal errors on Moroni's part. Thereafter their bond of friendship had increase exponentially. Moroni still felt like he owed his comrade a lot. Directly in front of him stood the fair haired beauty Allison, Spartan B009. Moroni was closer with only one person than with Marcus, and that happened to be Allie. They'd become close friends in their time together, closer than anyone in the squad. He had grown up with her, he had trained with her, and he had accompanied her on several operations. Many a time they had stayed up until the early hours of the morning as they tried to get to know each other and as they talked about their operations. Through all this Moroni had developed affectionate feelings for Allie. He preferred her company over anyone else's, even his good friend Marcus. Yet he couldn't tell her. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell her - he yearned to tell her- it was that he couldn't. Moroni was the squad leader, and to have a relationship with someone within his squad was unprofessional. So he tried to maintain a professional relationship with her... even if it hurt him. "Sir," began Bryan. Moroni glanced at the Spartan decked out in the Military Police MJOLNIR armor variant, "what in the hell was that?" Peering out of a slot in the bunker Moroni looked westward towards what looked like a plasma explosion. What had once been the flourishing city of Antilles was now replaced by a hot, barren, transparent stretch of glass. ODST teams Victor through Xray and an entire battalion of marines had been stationed under the command of Commander Fitzpatrick. Now all of them -at least Moroni [i]assumed[/i] all of them- had been vaporized by whatever-the-hell the Covenant had employed against them. Seeing as they hadn't seen a Covenant ship in that direction it was only logical to conclude that it had [i]not[/i] been a plasma bombardment. That left only one logical conclusion. Moroni opened his mouth to voice this conclusion but Allie beat him to the chase. "A bomb," she said in her sing-songy voice. She flinched at her own words and it looked as if her breath had been taken away. Bryan tilted his head slightly. "A bomb?" he asked, his voice flat. "Apparently so," Moroni said, lost in thought. Bryan shook his head, but not in disagreement. "They have never employed the usage of bombs against the UNSC before, Moroni. Why now?" For a moment there was an eerie silence. They each carefully considered; in a situation like this though it was difficult for them to predict the intentions of the Covenant. "Perhaps," Marcus suggested hesitantly, "perhaps they were looking for something. Maybe they found it and took it, eradicating Antilles in the process, or perhaps they didn't find it and the outcome was still the same." "I doubt they found it," said Allie. "There'd be no reason to destroy the city with a bomb" "Not if they found what they were looking for," Marcus told her. Mafua shifted uncomfortably. A slight tremor reverberated throughout the makeshift bunker. "What could they find here?" Mafua asked in his naturally deep voice as he braced his large hand against the wall. Moroni shrugged casually his armor bobbing up and down. "I don't know," he admitted. Turning to Marcus he asked, "Have the Covenant ever been recorded taking an interest in one of our cities?" Marcus held up a finger as he searched the database built into his armor. They waited for a moment. "Not recorded. That's not what I think though," Marcus stated. "What do [i]you[/i] think?" Moroni asked. "Based on the post battle reports I'd say they're interested in most every planet they've bothered to land troops on." Moroni nodded. "Then they're here for [i]something[/i]," Allie stated. Silenty the Spartans glanced at each other. They were all thinking it. [i]What the hell were the covenant on New Virginia for?[/i] Only Bryan chose to voice it. "Then... why?" asked Bryan, throwing out the question like a dagger. He tapped the seals on his helmet and tugged it off. His unkempt brown hair, an inch longer than regulation, poofed out from his head. In what seemed to be a gesture signifying he was stumped Bryan scratched his scalp. His other hand loosely held onto his collar. Moroni subtly looked at his other squadmates. They appeared to be deep in thought; Allie's arms were crossed over her chest and her chin tucked was into her neck. Mafua's hand was placed on the grip of his M6K pistol in a subtle sign of frustration. Bryan's confused expression confirmed the impression Moroni had gotten from him earlier. Though Moroni couldn't see his face hidden behind the visor of his scout helmet, he knew that Marcus was deep in thought. Only speaking when it truly mattered Marcus tended to get caught up in the actions of others; he was a man of few words, preferring to let his actions speak for him. And they did. A sudden tremor tore through the ground, shaking the bunker with such violence that the four Spartans braced their bodies against the walls of the bunker. Moroni slid along the wall towards the viewing slot on the north wall. Upon reaching it he peered out into the increasingly darkening skies. [i]It's much to dark. What happened?[/i] In answer to his thoughts a thunderous clap filled his ears -which was immediately filtered out by his sound filters- and a streak of lighting arced across the sky. The beginnings of a portal five miles to the north could be seen from Moroni's position. [i]Slipspace rupture[/i]. The portal expanded rapidly and from it emerged the bulbous hull of a Covenant Carrier. "Crap," muttered Moroni as he tried to raise a channel to HIGHCOM. Static erupted from his comm link. [i]This is just what we need.[/i] "Slipspace transition!" he yelled after switching his comm to the team's channel. "Let's get out of here! Bryan, helmet on. The rest of you, ready your weapons and expect enemy resistance at any time." Immediately after the tremors beneath them began to recede and the Spartans were moving. Pulling his MA5B assault rifle from the magnetic holder on his back Moroni checked the ammo counter; the clip was full. He ejected the clip to confirm it visually and felt a sense gratification when he slammed it home. The others followed suit. That didn't surprise him, they had been trained since "boot" to trust their eyes over technology. He pushed past the four Spartans as he moved to the exit hatch. Gripping the release hatch he glanced over at his team. Bryan had secured his helmet, the rest sat patiently with their weapons at the ready. [Edited on 05.17.2012 10:16 PM PDT]
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