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11/9/2012 1:19:36 AM
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The Man Who Sang to the Stars

[May 2ND, 2554, Earth, Norfolk UNSC Naval Academy] Major Eric "Smooth" O'Kife just finished teaching these young naval cadets on photographic intelligence. They were eager young minds who had been taking his Introduction to Electronic Surveillance 101. This course educates the student on devices from a lapel cam to Drones. Useful applications in collecting intelligence and how to gather useful nuggets of intelligence. Students filed out of the class room as the class was concluded for today. Clearing up his notes on his holo display at his desk. He looked up to see Samantha Bright one of his top students." Sir that was quite informative today. I learned a great deal about how even with the best equipment it still comes down to the human factor." Eric smiled at the young woman who was a lovely young brunette. " I related it back to World War Two when they did not have computers yet were able to get air recon over targets. In those days a pilot had to fly a mission to take the pictures. Later it developed into spy planes that were useful in the Cuban Missile Crisis and Even During the Vietnam Conflict. If you look it up you can find out how we got to drones and satellites but yes there is still a human factor in this." Samantha shook her head yes at him. Excitement in her voice." I shall look that up sir. Thank you." She curtly left his classroom as he returned to clearing up his notes. Stepping out of the class room he ran into the Commandant of the Academy. Who was making his rounds. He stopped to chat with Eric for a moment." Major i am glad i ran into you. I hope you have been treated well. Navy is not used to seeing Air Force personnel but you come highly recommended. The Covenant War has left us short handed." Eric simply nodded at the true statement having lost too many good friends to the Alien Menace that was thankfully over." I am glad to be here sir. I accepted due to the fact my experience might rub off on these young minds. I accepted this position due to shortages all over and it i am proud to help out." This Made the Commandant smile. " Good..good" Patting Eric on the shoulder." We should have a drink in the next staff meeting. I need to take care of a few things but we desperately need ten more of you but i will take what i can get so we can get these cadets graduated. Tell you more later keep up the good work." Patting Eric once again on the shoulder the Commandant walked on down the hall. Exiting the building Eric did seem a bit out of place but his record shows he was willing to work with any one who worked with him. He headed back to his officer billet. It was a single house on a simple street. Military housing still was on the base yet he knew he would have to do "Paperwork" from his terminal inside. He got into his car driveing off looking at the main building and its parade ground. Not to mention it's wet navy docks. Seamen have trained here for many years. He left the parking lot heading home. After parking his car Eric entering his house. His loyal companion was a six month old Golden Retriever named George. Who bounded over to give him puppy kisses when he bent down to pet the dog. Passing his small Living room that lead to his kitchen he sat down opening his computer interface then petting George who was so happy to see him. Giving George his favorite bone the dog happily chewed on it. Eric turned to do a few hours of work. He created a lesson plan for next week. George waged his tail before whimpering he was hungry. Eric stood up feeding his loyal companion in his small kitchen. Giving George a pat on the head Eric looked outside to see that night had fallen. Walking over to a worn guitar case. He took out his guitar from a case that was sitting on a couch. It had a blue finish yet was a familiar brand. Grabbing a few beers he headed out back. Carrying the instrument into his back yard,Plugging in his guitar to his set up. It was a clear night with the stars shining bright. He left the sliding glass door open for George to come out if he wanted. Sitting down on a pre placed chair Eric began to play the blues. It seemed as if time melted everything away. Even the crisp night air did not bother him. Twenty years of war faded from mind as he sang to the stars. [Edited on 11.08.2012 5:29 PM PST]
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  • [ October 26Th 2525, Eden] Have you ever felt that moment in time when everything bears down on one place. All those actions were meant for you to be in the present situation. Lieutenant Commander Shawn Hernandez has felt that before. He was in a firefight yet the situation reminded him of his mixed past. One thing he was proudest of the most was his team. How skilled they each were. How every member of Wolf Pack was the same in that regard. This team was the best since he joined with Commander "Texas" St. James. That was years ago him being a rookie. Everything was in slow motion as his DMR(S) fired shot's at these bigger aliens. Energy Shields deflected the rounds off the blue alien. " Tangos have shields. Concentrate fire on the big ones." They moved slowly up as the aliens fired back with blue or green energy blasts. Some hit the earth sending dirt flying all over. Sgt. Green was on his left laying down SMG fire hitting bird like aliens with some kind of shields on there arms. What he noticed the most was these aliens had some kind of bond. They also wore color armor to distinguish each other in some way. In all his years of soldiering he never expected to be fighting alien forces on a sacked planet. On his right Gunny was blasting enemies who got too close with his shotgun. Even using the Magnum-6(S) pistol for longer range easy kill shots. Bigger enemies were leading the smaller ones with masks despite being scattered by that air strike. A few tried to charge in but P.O. 1st Class Casanova shot them as they were priming a grenade. Some sort of energy grenade that detonated killing most of the little aliens squad. He put his SPI armor hard into the dirt despite that he was nicked on the shoulder by a energy blast. It seemed he was beating the odds again. Like one of O'Kifes blues songs. If he counted this would be a IOU to the grim reaper for the one thousandth time. He had not known that it was risky to become a Spartan. Volunteering for the ORION project seemed the right thing to do at the time. He had seen more war then all of his team put together. Including Liz whom he felt a bit sorry for in some ways. He would take her under his wing try to do his best for her as he did with all of the team members who really needed it. His sins were mixed with a deep dark past so black that most of his record is dripping in black ink. It was getting harder to sleep at night. One operation that reminded him of events long past. They were sent to destroy a rebel camp. After clearing a room with grenades then flaming the supply room they found out it was full of children. That Operation was ten years ago. Yet like a snow ball he began to question ONI about there motives and intel. Not all were bad but those at the top were about results at any cost. Not that he was not expendable to solve problems. His team served as a tool to be used then put in the shed for later use. Amanda had opened his heart. 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Any soldier can do all of these things but he or she must be honed to perfection. Mind, Body and Spirit must flow as one. Spartains are just able to do all this only at a higher sustained level. In any case even the most athletic ODST would have a hard time doing what a Spartain can do with out much pysical effort. Humans can possibly perform the same feat. When picking members when Shawn became team leader. He really wanted the best he could get in the UNSC even before ORION shut down. A balance of team members who would be from any branch. Starting with two S.E.A.Ls and two marines after serving a tour in another unit making Lieutenant. Regs about serving in the same unit when making rank. He eventually was reassigned to his old unit taking command. He reformed it turning it into one of the best units, USW had around that does " We were never here missions." Including allot of training. They never trained for Aliens attacking. You learn the enemy's tricks. Yet this was all new so they were learning what to look for. Air strike had allowed them to close in on the enemy forces. Delta limped over while L. Corporal Dupree using sign language to the dog who barked in response. It was funny that it had specially designed armor like the ODSTs to keep it safe from fire. These energy weapons would burn through any armor if you took too many hits. Enemy had been dealt with. So they approached the south entrance. Squad of them appeared as Waycrest Academy doors slid open. L.Corporal Dupree was Injured in the shoulder by a pink round from some sort of strange gun. He downed the shooter with a shot to the head. It entered the eye socket then its head blew in purple mist. No one messes with his people."Medic. We need a medic for Fierce." Doc Winters rushed out to check on the wounded K-9 handler. Using her M-6(S) pistol to cover Dupree. Doc spends most of her time behind Casanova covering her back. Looking over the wound as the last enemy dropped Doc Winters pulled out the pink silver gently. Armor took most of it yet blood poured down from the hole in the armor. Pointing with out words Hernandez told his team to watch all sides. Dock Winters worked in the shadow of the southern entrance to Waycrest. Two burning turrets with burning mountains off in the distance made a remarkable sight. One he will never forgive nor forget. [Edited on 11.30.2012 7:45 AM PST]

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