Hiya everyone! Here is the addition to Part 2 that I've been promising, sorry it took so long. I'll stop talking now so that you can start reading. I hope you guys enjoy it. = )
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1446 Hours, September 21, 2536 (Military Calendar)/Epsilon Eridani System, Reach Military Complex, Planet ReachAs Benjy's helmet continued searching the room, a voice emanated out of a disguised speaker. "Then you really would be flat footed." A giggle could be heard in the background before the speaker cut off.
Meanwhile, Exodus and Joxer had completed their transportation of their unconscious captive. Metal cuffs surrounded the elite's wrists, ankles, arms, legs, torso, and neck. His weapons were in a secure room being analyzed until he finally came to.
" Do you really think the cuff around the neck is really necessary? It seems a bit excessive to me..." Lucky said, checking his ammo once again before looking back to the elite.
"I just don't want to take any chances with this one, that's all mate." Slim replied.
I could take him by myself. He doesn't stand a chance with both of us here. Lucky thought to himself, sizing up the elite.
"I'm going to go check on his weaponry, see if it's anything that we haven't seen before. Keep an eye on him, I'll send in more reinforcements in a moment. Oh, and don't take off any of the restraints, we don't need him causing any more trouble in here." And with that Slim turned, typed in a code on the numeric keypad when Lucky spoke up.
"Are you kidding me? I could take him by myself. There's no point in having ten Spartans in here, it's just a waste of manpower."
As Slim waited for his personal AI's signal to match the one recorded in the system he decided to reassure his friend. "It's just a precautionary measure, that's all. It's not that I think he could best you in a wrestling match, it's just that I don't want there to be a wrestling match. Got it? Now pay attention, he just twitched and you would've missed it." The LED light on the keypad switched from red to green as the door quickly shot open. Slim made his way out of the room, the heavy metal door almost slamming down on his heel.
1435 Hours, September 21, 2536 (Military Calendar)/Epsilon Eridani System, Reach Military Complex, planet Reach, Analysis RoomHalfway across the facility, NavyJHK and Octane pour over various computers as they scanned the elite's plasma weapons. Neither of them flinched as the door slid open, metal grinding against metal. Slim's heavy boots thudded against the hardened floor. "So how's it going? What do we know?"
"These engravings on the weapons are unlike anything we've seen. Standard covenant weapons don't have these. My guess is that it's a clan separate from the covenant, at least that's what these weapons suggest. They're far from standard, believe me. " Octane reported, still scanning each screen for a second or two before hitting a few keys and moving on to the next one.
"What do you mean they're far from standard? A few scratches and dents can hardly qualify as engravings. And even if they're engraved, so what? Plenty of people customize their weapons in the UNSC." Slim said, taking a glance at one of the computer screens as he tried to understand the random codes as they pour down the monitor like a waterfall of text.
"It doesn't work that way in the Covenant. If you modify your weapon in any way it's considered heresy. The only ones that are allowed to make such modifications are the Prophets and select Huragok. Can you repair your weapon? Sure, but changing it in any way could easily get you killed." Navy continued, "And it's not like these weapons are only engraved, they've been tampered with on an extreme level. For example, this plasma rifle could shoot a group the size of a baseball from 200 meters out, and it even has an 8 x optical zoom. This plasma pistol's overcharge is three times as powerful as what the Covenant standard is."
"So what you're telling me is that we're dealing with a side of the Covenant that we haven't seen before? Like Black Ops or something like that? They get the best equipment." Slim asked, trying to make sense of it all.
"No, that's not what I'm telling you. What I'm telling you is that this guy isn't part of the Covenant. Perhaps a colony of elites that managed to escape the Covenant's clutches." Navy corrected.
"Well, Covenant or not, one thing's for sure... We're going to need more firepower." Slim said before opening a COM link to Elvis.
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If you've requested to be included, I promise you that you will, just in time. I must ask for your patience. As the storyline progresses you'll see more and more names, more characters, and more excitement. = )
And once you're done with that take a gander at...
BFM - Covert Transmissions - Part 3