The UNSC
Firing Line drifted in the atmosphere of the Outer Colony planet Roost. Not far from the
Infinity's robust fleet, the ship's mission called for close deployment. Nobody onboard objected to deployment on the small planet; it was known for tropical beaches, and warm weather.
However, the planet had gone dark several weeks ago. A bad sign, and a disconcertingly common one these days.
"MAURA!!!" John's eyes brightened when he encountered one of his oldest friends and compatriots. The auburn haired, fellow Spartan III chewed gum casually, her eyes half lidded. She did look a bit different than John had last seen her; the side of her hair was shaved, rather than simply cut short. She raised an eyebrow at her squadmate, as she spat her chewing gum into a nearby trashcan.
Without a word, Maura marched over and extended her fist for a quick bump. Their armored fists made a metallic clank as they bumped hands. The two Spartans were kitted out for their mission already. Seperately briefed, they were well equipped for their mission.
"Not a bad mission. Even if we encounter hostiles, we just observe and report." John shrugged his shoulders, as he pointed his thumb towards their vehicle. The rather oldschool VTOL "Hornet" attack chopper sported a no weaponry, unfortunately. Its weapons systems had been replaced by stealth and cloaking technology.
Maura remained fairly quiet for a moment, observing the Hornet with narrow, lazy eyes, her helmet tucked under her arm. John gave her a quick tap on the shoulder pauldron, and she turned towards him, finally speaking. "Have the doctors run any tests on you, lately? Like, really lately?"
The dark skinned Spartan raised an eyebrow at Maura, glad she finally said
something. "She speaks!"
"Yeah, yeah." Maura grumbled. "The doctors. Not ONI, these were interns working for Bailey. Have they hit you up for an appointment?"
John shrugged. "Nope. Some standard UNSC guys fixed my busted eardrum, and I talked to an ONI spook a week ago, but no doctors."
"...They're gonna make you jack off in a cup, you know that, right?" The auburn haired Spartan spoke matter of factly, her eyes still narrow and bored. "They recently pulled out one of my eggs. They're trying to assess our virility." Fairly repulsed, John rolled his eyes.
"Ah hell. The ONI woman who interviewed me asked about my sex drive. You think they're breeding us or something? Like race horses?" John put his hand to his chin, rubbing it, confused. "That doesn't make any sense. They didn't pick us from a narrow gene pool. If they want to breed Spartans, they should be bugging the Spartan IIs, shouldn't they?"
"Nah. This isn't an ONI thing. Like I said, the people asking about our material is the Doc. Bailey." Maura folded her arms, sighing. "That's mom, for you. Fucking weirdo."
"...When she tests our hair and fingernails and shit, it's endearing. This is creepy, and frankly it's starting to piss me off. I'm not letting a bunch of med school interns jack my sperm." John motioned to the Stealth Hornet. "Want me to drive?"
"Nah. I've been practicing with these things. I know how to work the stealth systems. Besides, last time, you crashed us." Maura stepped up to the cockpit, pulling the handle and opening it up. "Besides, you got the DMR. You're our primary Marksman, so you get to ride in the bitch seat."
Bitch seat. The dark skinned Spartan was initially fine with riding on the side, but hearing it called that made him somewhat reconsider. However, with the decision made, and his partner already at the controls, there was little to say on the matter. John stepped onto the side of the Hornet, leaning back as he grasped the bar beside him. He was indeed kitted out with a marksman rifle, an SMG on one hip and a pistol on the other. He slid his helmet on, as a technician not far away opened the bay doors.
Cool air washed over his armor, as the suit's HUD and communications whirred to life. He tapped the side of his EVA helmet, giving it a light flick. "We connected?"
"Yup. We're good to go." Maura slid on her own Enforcer helmet. Her HUD registered John, only a meter from her, holding onto the side. "
Firing Line tower, this is Fireteam Bailey. We're heading out to search Glade county. Repeat, we're heading for Glade county."
The comms clicked, as one of the tower operators looked up into the camera above his monitor. "Roger. You're clear to depart. Good luck, Spartans."
"Thanks." Maura applied the thrusters lightly, pulling the Hornet off the floor. She pushed the small ship forward.
John held on tightly as the ship moved through the doors, and free of the
Firing Line. In the open air, he placed his DMR onto his back, raising an eyebrow as he looked below. They were currently above the coast, waves breaking against the golden shore. He had no real issue with heights. In fact, he enjoyed the thrill.
"Johnny! I'm taking off! You hanging on?" Maura spoke into her comms, waiting for confirmation. "I'm not fuckin' Spiderman, so don't go falling off on me."
"I'm good. Shit, this is just like surfing. Or...more like parasailing, really." John bent lightly at the knees, his hand wrapped around the rail in a tight gridlock. The magnetic stands beneath his feet anchored his boots to the Hornet. "Hit it!"
Maura accelerated the ship's movement, and the Hornet tore across the sky, flying over the skyscrapers of the coastline's resorts. John watched the streets below.
This planet, for now, appeared to be a ghost town.
Author Note! wrote:I told myself I wouldn't kick off an actual plot, but I couldn't resist.
What will the plucky former Headhunters find on the abandoned planet Roost? Will there be clues to the disappearance of the Planet's inhabitants?
Will Bailey jack John's sperm?
Find out next time I update this story!!!