Post by exaldear on Jan 3, 2017 14:54:13 GMT 12
Spartan Fox lay down under the shade of the low push sniper rifle butt pressed up to his shoulder the the scope directly linked to his HUD. "Got to love this new tech." He whispered to himself." Ahead of him where his two squad mates moving up the leftside of the canyon they were in, they had cover from a couple of boulders, but that was it. To the right was a cliff halfway up the canyon wall and overlooking the canyon floor. Down the center was a winding river the flowed from one end to the other.
"Blue 2, one hostile coming your way, looks like they are setting up to rush again." Fox called over the teamfreq.
"Noted Blue 3. Course of action now?"
"Take him down then draw them out. I'm heading to the cliff to get a better shot. Target is behind the fortification."
4 blue lights flashed in his HUD showing that all team members understood the plan. Blue 1 and 2 had moved left, Blue 4 had moved down the river and he would have to move soon, and fast. He took one more look down his scope. "Now," He called.
He barely heard the smg fire from Blue 2, drowned out by the assault rifle from Blue 1. Fox was up and sprinting right, he activated his thrusters and boosted forwards. He slid under a low hanging tree along the rivers edge then clambered up the cliff wall onto the overlook. He crouched down and looked through the scope. "2, 1 pull back. Hostiles moving in." Fox called out.
He aimed and sighted pulling the trigger and catching the first target in the midriff. His shield burst and the target dove forwards into cover. Fox tried to get another shot off but the other two targets dove behind rocks, pinned down but Fox could do nothing. Now he was just an observer.
"4, looks like you have your chance. Only one tango by the objective. Rush it." Fox called.
The target he first shot at popped up and shot at Blue 2 and 1 before taking cover so Fox could not take him out, as Blue 4 rushed down the river boosting over small obstacles. He cleared the river and clambered over the wall. Fox watched him disappear behind it, then blast back up over it. "4, respond." Fox called.
He got static back. "4, respond, now!"
Again, nothing. Fox moved position to get a better look. He could only see his squad mate, lying there on the ground, still.
Fox looked back to the tangos pinned down, just in time to see frag grenades fly out towards Blue 2 and 1. "Pineapples, cover." He called.
He saw Blue 1 and 2 dive back as the grenades detonated cutting their shields to pieces. Then watched as bullets hit their armour and the Spartans went down.
The enemy he had pinned down now took aim at him, forcing him to move towards the objective. He sprinted off the cliff sliding down it and towards the wall. He stopped crouched and spun in one motion and fired at his attackers catching one in the head and watching the enemy drop dead. He took off again, turning round the corner of the wall only to be met with nothing. He switched to his pistol and cautiously moved round. He looked up, saw the objective and started towards it, until he felt the force in his back. It lifted him up and dropped him down.
Air was forced from his lungs as he looked up and saw another Spartan standing above him, pistol aimed at his head. No smart remarks, no one liner, just the flash of the muzzle and darkness.
C2
"Simulation over." The synthesized voice said. "Red Team wins."
Fox groaned as he removed his helmet. "Geez those stun rounds hurt," he muttered as he shook the darkness from his eyes.
"You're telling me you SOB." Came a call from further down the simulation room. "You shot me in the head."
Fox stood and looked round as the simulation canyon dissolved into a black room with neon blue slights criss-crossing the floors and walls. He picked up his helmet and pistol which he had dropped and looked towards Red 1. "You climbed the wall right?"
He nodded.
"And came back down behind me."
Another nod.
"And no assassination?"
He shrugged.
"That earns bonuses remember. Just in case you want to try for the Spartan Games.
Red 1 took her helmet off. "A kill's a kill Fox." She said smiling. "Maybe if you spent more time focusing on that than fantasies about winning tournaments with fancy moves you might actually do better in them, and training." She quipped.
"I do well enough." He replied.
Red 1 grabbed him round the shoulders with one arm. "Yeah you do, maybe next time Palmer wont drop you in three seconds was it?"
"Six," he muttered pushing away. "Still better than you though. Round two drop out."
He earned a playful push for that.
"All Spartans please leave the sim room and head to the armour bay." The synthesized voice of the station AI called again. "And for the record Spartan Fox. Palmer bet you in 4 seconds."
He shrugged and joined the other 7 spartans as they marched down the corridor towards the armour bay where they would de kit and be debriefed on the training exercise. Just before they got there they passed a room for their weapons, each one customised to their liking, they would be stored for them by staff members.
Inside the armour bay were rings each the size of a Spartan with armatures hanging off each one to remove the armour. Fox stood inside his and the machine went to work removing all the different aspects of his armour, originally a design for one Spartan 3 VIP it was now seeing more use through Scout/Snipers like him. Fox believed the rumours that the Armour belonged to Jun himself, though no one had seen the Spartan 3 don a suit of MJOLNIR. In fact the few times Fox had seen the man he was always wearing a suit, the only thing marking him as a Spartan was his height, the tattoo on his head and the fact that he looked like he could kill you and not even dirty his suit.
Once the armour was off Fox headed for the showers, got inside, removed the undersuit and let the lukewarm water wash over him. Thinking back, he should have checked the area first, he panicked, and in doing so made several mistakes. Ones he would have to re-live in the de-briefing.
"Blue 2, one hostile coming your way, looks like they are setting up to rush again." Fox called over the teamfreq.
"Noted Blue 3. Course of action now?"
"Take him down then draw them out. I'm heading to the cliff to get a better shot. Target is behind the fortification."
4 blue lights flashed in his HUD showing that all team members understood the plan. Blue 1 and 2 had moved left, Blue 4 had moved down the river and he would have to move soon, and fast. He took one more look down his scope. "Now," He called.
He barely heard the smg fire from Blue 2, drowned out by the assault rifle from Blue 1. Fox was up and sprinting right, he activated his thrusters and boosted forwards. He slid under a low hanging tree along the rivers edge then clambered up the cliff wall onto the overlook. He crouched down and looked through the scope. "2, 1 pull back. Hostiles moving in." Fox called out.
He aimed and sighted pulling the trigger and catching the first target in the midriff. His shield burst and the target dove forwards into cover. Fox tried to get another shot off but the other two targets dove behind rocks, pinned down but Fox could do nothing. Now he was just an observer.
"4, looks like you have your chance. Only one tango by the objective. Rush it." Fox called.
The target he first shot at popped up and shot at Blue 2 and 1 before taking cover so Fox could not take him out, as Blue 4 rushed down the river boosting over small obstacles. He cleared the river and clambered over the wall. Fox watched him disappear behind it, then blast back up over it. "4, respond." Fox called.
He got static back. "4, respond, now!"
Again, nothing. Fox moved position to get a better look. He could only see his squad mate, lying there on the ground, still.
Fox looked back to the tangos pinned down, just in time to see frag grenades fly out towards Blue 2 and 1. "Pineapples, cover." He called.
He saw Blue 1 and 2 dive back as the grenades detonated cutting their shields to pieces. Then watched as bullets hit their armour and the Spartans went down.
The enemy he had pinned down now took aim at him, forcing him to move towards the objective. He sprinted off the cliff sliding down it and towards the wall. He stopped crouched and spun in one motion and fired at his attackers catching one in the head and watching the enemy drop dead. He took off again, turning round the corner of the wall only to be met with nothing. He switched to his pistol and cautiously moved round. He looked up, saw the objective and started towards it, until he felt the force in his back. It lifted him up and dropped him down.
Air was forced from his lungs as he looked up and saw another Spartan standing above him, pistol aimed at his head. No smart remarks, no one liner, just the flash of the muzzle and darkness.
C2
"Simulation over." The synthesized voice said. "Red Team wins."
Fox groaned as he removed his helmet. "Geez those stun rounds hurt," he muttered as he shook the darkness from his eyes.
"You're telling me you SOB." Came a call from further down the simulation room. "You shot me in the head."
Fox stood and looked round as the simulation canyon dissolved into a black room with neon blue slights criss-crossing the floors and walls. He picked up his helmet and pistol which he had dropped and looked towards Red 1. "You climbed the wall right?"
He nodded.
"And came back down behind me."
Another nod.
"And no assassination?"
He shrugged.
"That earns bonuses remember. Just in case you want to try for the Spartan Games.
Red 1 took her helmet off. "A kill's a kill Fox." She said smiling. "Maybe if you spent more time focusing on that than fantasies about winning tournaments with fancy moves you might actually do better in them, and training." She quipped.
"I do well enough." He replied.
Red 1 grabbed him round the shoulders with one arm. "Yeah you do, maybe next time Palmer wont drop you in three seconds was it?"
"Six," he muttered pushing away. "Still better than you though. Round two drop out."
He earned a playful push for that.
"All Spartans please leave the sim room and head to the armour bay." The synthesized voice of the station AI called again. "And for the record Spartan Fox. Palmer bet you in 4 seconds."
He shrugged and joined the other 7 spartans as they marched down the corridor towards the armour bay where they would de kit and be debriefed on the training exercise. Just before they got there they passed a room for their weapons, each one customised to their liking, they would be stored for them by staff members.
Inside the armour bay were rings each the size of a Spartan with armatures hanging off each one to remove the armour. Fox stood inside his and the machine went to work removing all the different aspects of his armour, originally a design for one Spartan 3 VIP it was now seeing more use through Scout/Snipers like him. Fox believed the rumours that the Armour belonged to Jun himself, though no one had seen the Spartan 3 don a suit of MJOLNIR. In fact the few times Fox had seen the man he was always wearing a suit, the only thing marking him as a Spartan was his height, the tattoo on his head and the fact that he looked like he could kill you and not even dirty his suit.
Once the armour was off Fox headed for the showers, got inside, removed the undersuit and let the lukewarm water wash over him. Thinking back, he should have checked the area first, he panicked, and in doing so made several mistakes. Ones he would have to re-live in the de-briefing.
