Please bear with me if this chapter seems really slow and boring. I was more or less experimenting with the interactions between the squad members. Testing some things, you know? This chapter could almost be seen as optional, which IS poor writing but I really wasn't sure what to do.
Manuel stood there, his squad in a single file line all of them waiting as War looked through some files. Manuel was a little annoyed at the fact that his sniper was running late.
Alzira burst through the door at that exact moment. She had her sniper in one hand, and a magnum in the other. Clipping the magnum to her waist she approached the group, a little nervous about what War would say.
"Ms. Alzira... It is 9:02 AM. Do you know what that means?" War asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"I'm late?"
"Indeed. I expect my soldiers to have high standards. Those who have not met those expectations were... dealt with" War said ominously.
"I was TWO minutes late! Come on!" Alzira protested. This caught the attention of her new squad, who looked at each other. They had never seen anyone argue with War so... confidently.
"Aren't you guys going to stand up for your squad mate?" she asked.
"The Spartan Twos here have demonstrated that they are high quality soldiers. Perhaps you will learn a thing or two from them in time." War responded cooly. Alzira didn't like how he described the Spartan IIs. "High quality" made them sounds like things, rather than men.
"Sir the mission?" Manuel asked, eager to change to topic.
War looked down at his files once again, flipping through a few pages. He pulled out some pictures, and handed them to Manuel.
"These men are in charge of a company that has been mining valuable minerals on my behalf. I hired them for their effectiveness, not their trustworthiness. I knew that if things went sour, I would be able to get what I wanted regardless." War explained.
"So we are to eliminate these men?" Claude asked.
"If necessary. Attempt to talk them into honoring their end of the bargain. Should they refuse, attempt to intimidate them. Should they still refuse, then beat some sense into them. I would imagine that they are intelligent enough to realize that their death would be pointless. Then again, I suppose weak brutes have no place in this world. Should you reach the point where force is necessary,
make an example of them."
"Understood sir" Manuel replied.
"Wait... What do you mean 'make an example" of them?" Alzira asked.
War looked at her as if the answer was obvious. "Simply put, make sure the other miners see their corpses so that others do not attempt to rob me of what is mine. Do what you see fit to the corpses, but make it... Gruesome"
Alzira looked at him and was about to speak when Manuel put a hand on her shoulder.
"Orders are orders"
"You can't be serious! Those are civilians!" she protested, shaking off Manuel's hand.
"War isn't humane Ms. Alzira. I suggest you become accustomed to it, if you have not already" War replied. She couldn't tell if he was talking about warfare or referring to himself in the third person. Generally War gave Spartan IIs the jobs of "enforcing" War's will.
"Anything else to know?" Andrew spoke as Manuel handed him the pictures, which he put into his soft case.
"The mine is on a different planet. You will have to fly to a secret hanger on this planet and from there make your way to the mine. The Falcon to your right shall take you to the hangar." War gestured to it with his right arm.
The Spartan IIs immediately headed for the aircraft, Manuel waiting for War and Alzira who were making their way towards the aircraft.
"Ms. Alzira, I am expecting you to behave according to Spartan II standards" War said as they walked, staring at the Falcon.
Alzira didn't say anything.
"Listen to me carefully W-935, for I am not going to repeat myself. I have no problem disposing of Spartans that were meant to be expendable. I MADE you, without me you are
nothing. The only reason you are here now is because of this squad's lack of a sniper. If Mr. Chang was still alive, you wouldn't be here." War replied, never making eye contact. Even so, Alzira got the feeling that by "here" he meant the simple fact that she even got up this morning.
The pair arrived at the Falcon, watching Jakob climb into the pilot's seat. Claude and Andrew were on the turrets, as usual. Alzira sat on the middle seat of the left row. Manuel and Miguel sat across from her.
"Do not fail me Spartans. The metal in this mine will be of great importance to me." War said over the noise of the Falcon.
"Understood sir" 324 nodded as the Falcon flew off. War stood there watching it, his soldiers flying off to do his bidding. Turning around War walked to another Falcon, ready to give another squad another mission.
The six Spartans sat there in awkward silence. Normally, Chang had been a pain in the ass talking about how many kills he would get, but at least trying to get him to shut up was something to do. But Chang wasn't here anymore, so Manuel activated his tac pad and out popped a holographic map.
"What's that?" Miguel asked.
"The mine" Manuel responded. The map showed a simple cliff side with a gaping hole in it.
"All the metal is deep underground. This is the only way in and out. Our sniper-"
"Alzira" she interrupted. She liked to be called by name. She was a person. Manuel simply looked at her. He didn't like to be interrupted.
"Look, I'm not sure how you IIIs think or act but here the squad listens to the squad leader." he said.
"Yeah" Miguel added. This new sniper pissed him off. Too much attitude.
"I don't see a problem with calling me by name. I don't see you calling him '325' or 'the close quarters combatant." she protested pointing at Miguel. He simply gave her the finger, a gesture of hate he had seen directed at him many times. Claude and Andrew looked over their shoulders still holding onto their turrets. There really wasn't much to look out for on this planet. It wasn't really colonized, there were only a few companies here and there that extracted natural resources from the place.
Manuel sighed. Facts were facts. She was the only one not being called by name. As squad leader, he had to make this team work.
"Look, I'm going to be honest with you. You're filling in some shoes the rest of the squad would rather leave unfilled." Manuel confessed.
"What about you?" she asked.
"Me? I'm just glad we're back up to full strength. I've read your file. That attitude stays behind, we're a squad with a squad leader. Understood?"
"Yes sir" Alzira grumbled. Miguel sat back, folding his arms across his chest. Alzira narrowed her eyes, she could just imagine the smug look on his face.
Manuel cleared his throat, and continued on with the briefing.
"
Alzira here is going to watch the entrance to the mine. The rest of us go in and do what War sent us in to do. Nothing too difficult."
"I wouldn't think so. They're just a bunch of civilians. It'll be easy, even easier than the Insurrectionist base yesterday!" Miguel added. It was quite apparent to Alzira that most of these Spartans didn't see a problem with what they were doing. Maybe that had something to do with War keeping a closer eye on them throughout training. For all she knew, War was their father figure... A scary thought indeed.
"What should I look out for?" Alzira asked. She had to gain her squad's trust somehow.
"Anyone that escapes, or intruders. We don't need people poking their heads in." Manuel said, turning off his TACPAD. The map disappeared and the Falcon was quiet. Claude and Andrew turned their attention back to the scenery outside.
"So... How did you guys become a team?" Alzira asked.
"We were matched up by War. He watched us train and grow, did some psyche evaluations. I'd assume he did the same thing he did to you." Manuel asked, leaning back in his seat.
"...Yeah" Alzira replied. Now that she thought about it, she had just been told with which to work. She got along great with her old squad, but she was never give a choice.
"Doesn't it bother you that you didn't even pick your squads?" she asked.
"Nope" Manuel responded.
"...Really?"
"Yeah" he said, looking hanging his head down sighing. He wasn't ashamed or embarrassed, he was just tired of all the questions.
"We're approaching the hanger!" Jakob announced. The squad looked out the right side of the Falcon, seeing the hanger built into the side of a mountain.
The Falcon entered slowly and gracefully, touching down softly onto the floor. The propellers continued to spin lazily until they came to a stop.
Five grey Spartans approached the vehicle. Two were Spartans IIs, the other three belonging to the "lower class". The only thing that set them apart was their armour and size.
"Identification?" what seemed to be the leader asked. The Spartan Two stood there, shotgun in his arms.
"Manuel-324" Manuel said, taking off his helmet. A Spartan Three looked at his TACPAD, which showed a picture of Manuel's face.
"Next." the shotgun wielding Spartan said to the Spartan on Manuel's right.
"Miguel-325" the second in command replied, taking his helmet off as well.
"Next."
"Jakob-330"
"Next"
"Andrew-315"
"Next"
"Claude-321"
"Next"
"Alzira-W935"
"Pardon?"
"Alzira. W. 9.3.5."
"Spartan III? Can I get a verification?" he said turning to the Spartan III with the TACPAD.
"Latest roster update says so." the smaller man reported, scrolling through a list of names.
"When was that?"
"Two days ago sir"
"I see. Alright Team Alpha, you're clear to go." the Spartan II announced. Manuel saluted the Security squad leader and he returned it. Each squad did the same. The gesture was to promote unity between the two forces, War's army and War's Police Force.
"See ya Jerry!" Alzira said before walking out. The rest of the Security squad turned to look at their fellow comrade.
"She knows you by name?" their leader asked, taking a step towards 'Jerry'.
"We better go" Manuel whispered, his hands on Alzira's shoulders trying to hurry her.
"Wait what's going on?" she asked, but by then Manuel had shoved her out of the hanger, and a door had slammed behind them. From the other side of the door the sound of shattering glass and a yelp of pain could be heard.
"Security personnel are not supposed to have personal relationships with other Spartans. They distance themselves so that they can do their jobs without bias or hesitation." Miguel explained the situation.
"All he did was tell me his name once..."
"Even giving out their name is considered a breach of their policy" Miguel replied.
Andrew turned to look at him. "Waaait. How do you know so much?"
"Let's just say someone told me more than they should have. Their fate for such a major breach is probably obvious." he answered.
"Well I don't like them. War is keeping secrets, things that the rest of don't know, not even Manuel...right?" Claude interjected.
"Does War tell you things the rest of us don't know?" Jakob added.
Manuel thought about it. War favored him, but did he trust him? Manuel wasn't too sure. Then again, War had told him about the 'problems' their sniper had. Something he didn't tell the rest of the squad.
Manuel looked over at Alzira, his golden visor hiding his facial expression. "Nothing of importance" Manuel said, opening a door.
Behind the door was another hanger, except this one was full of spacecraft, not aircraft. There were a few long swords being checked over by engineers. Normal humans under War's employment. Something Manuel didn't see too often. The only normal humans Manuel saw on a regular basis were pilots, medical staff, and engineers. Manuel could see why War didn't want them on the battlefield. Too weak.
Yet another security squad approached them, ready to perform their basic clearance procedure.
"Team Alpha?" their leader asked, yet another a Spartan II.
"Yes" replied Manuel. Generally the talking was done by the two squad leaders.
"Mission?"
"Investigate loss of communications with mine outpost. Secure underground metals for War. Intimidation preferred, violence if necessary."
The Spartan II looked at his subordinate. The Spartan III was scrolling through a holographic screen projected from his TACPAD.
"Affirmative" the Spartan III said.
"Proceed" the Spartan II said, stepping out of their way. Before Team Alpha could move Manuel turned abruptly around.
"Don't." he ordered, his finger point at his sniper.
"I don't-"
"Don't." Manuel didn't care. He didn't want any problems whatsoever. He couldn't see her face, but he could imagine a look of annoyance behind the visor.
The rest of the squad moved along, climbing into a Chiroptera-class stealth vessel. The six Spartans climbed on board the bat like vessel and sat down. The ship sealed itself and the six Spartan prepared themselves for space flight.
"Alright, buckle up. Exiting the atmosphere takes a lot of speed, and a lot of power." Jakob announced as he grabbed the controls of the Chiroptera. The vessel was just out of the hanger, and on its way up. The vessel began to move faster and higher, and the Spartans could feel the force of gravity pulling them down into their seats.
The vessel began to rattle and shake, which always made Manuel nervous. Despite the numerous times he had exited atmosphere, he knew that something could go terribly wrong each time.
After a few minutes of violent shaking, the blackness of space surrounded them and the vessel began to "fly" smoothly. It was at this point that an AI appeared in the middle of the cockpit, projecting itself from the ceiling.
"Welcome soldiers of War" the AI said, its image that of a Valkyrie complete with a holographic horse.
"Thank you Hildr" Manuel responded. Team Alpha had met with this 'dumb' AI a few times. "She" was generally assigned to long swords, ships meant to see battle. Her name did mean "battle" after all. Today she accompanied Team Alpha since almost all the long swords were under repair, or taken out.
"Where does Lord War send his warriors to today?" Hildr asked.
"A mine outpost" Manuel said, connecting his TACPAD to a terminal.
The AI stood there, quickly twirled her spear once, and then spoke. "I see." Twirling her spear was her way of processing information, which usually was only once. Massive amounts of information could prompt a slower twirl, and enormous amounts could prompt a second twirl. The only time Manuel had ever seen her twirl her spear more than once was whenever War sent her geographical information about entire planets.
"Most strange indeed. They simply cut off communications... on an isolated planet. Either they have their own way off planet, or something happened." the AI said.
"Do you have any intel on the company?" Manuel asked.
"No"
"No?" Alzira asked.
"I do not have a database to access that information from. I am a battle A.I. Intel is not my speciality. Piloting Long Swords is." she replied.
Now Manuel understood the meaning of dumb A.I. They had one specific function. It had nothing to do with intelligence. Or so he thought.
"Well how long until we get there?" Miguel asked.
"Via slip space? About 6 hours real time" Hildr responded.
"Well, I'm going to rest." Miguel leaned back in his chair.
"I do not think it is wise to sleep in MJOLNIR armour Miguel" Jakob advised.
"What could happen?"
"You'll be stiff as hell when you wake up. You'll be useless on the battlefield, dumbass!" Andrew replied.
"Hey I bet I could kick your ass, stiff or not!" Miguel replied.
"Calm down gentlemen. Our enemy is in the mine, not here. Andrew does raise a good point. If you cannot fight properly, you are a liability not an asset." Manuel said. Miguel folded his arms across his chest, visibly mad that he couldn't rest. Manuel grinned at the childish gesture.
The group sat in silence for a while afterwards. Manuel was reading a newspaper, a habit he shared with War. War liked to read, and he liked to read things he could hold. So ALL vessels had at least one newspaper in them, which was fortunate for Manuel.
"Sooooooo" Alzira broke the awkward silence. "Is this what it's always been like?"
"Been like this since you showed up" Miguel said, staring at the ceiling.
"What he means to say is that it wasn't like this before. With Chang we were constantly trying to keep him quiet" Jakob explained.
"-blam!- didn't know when to shut the -blam!- up." Andrew said from across the room.
"Seems like you guys got along well" Alzira replied.
"Despite our quarrels, Chang was like our annoying brother. We failed him on
that mission." Jakob said.
"What happened?" she asked.
"He died." Manuel answered. The tone in his voice suggested it was a topic he didn't want his squad discussing.
"...and?" Alzira asked. She wanted to know more. She
needed to know more. She had to know what happened to avoid a similar situation happening to her.
"You replaced him. End of story" Manuel said, never putting down his newspaper.
"But how?"
That's when Miguel interrupted. "End. Of. Story. Not sure if you heard him"
"Alright that's it, seriously, why are you being such a dick? You barely know me!" she said, getting up. She was sick of this.
"You looking for a fight?" Miguel chuckled. Alzira's body language suggested she was. Her fists were balled up and she took slow steps.
"I'm not scared of one"
"Hohoho! We got a feisty one over here!" Miguel said getting up.
Alzira turned back to Jakob. "You sure Chang was the -blam!-?"
He said nothing. She turned back to Miguel, who leaning on the control panel.
"Well? You said you weren't scared of a fight, and sure seems like you're looking for one." Miguel replied.
"Me? What about you?!" she replied.
"I'm not looking for a fight, besides I don't like to hit girls." He shrugged.
"You're just sticking your nose into other people's business. We asked for a sniper,
not a therapist." Miguel replied pointing at her.
"All I need to know is how. I never asked how you felt, or how you're dealing with it." she countered.
"And all I need is for both of you to return to your seats." Manuel said, putting down his newspaper. Both of them looked at him.
"That's an
order" he said, more sternly. The two went back to their seats, no doubt sulking.
"Hildr how much time until we reach the mine?" Manuel said.
"If my calculations are correct, 4 hours." she responded.
"Thank you" Manuel said, leaning in his chair. He sighed. It was going to be a
long journey there.
"May I ask you a question sir?" Claude said, speaking for the first time.
"Go ahead."
"What happens if the miners are all dead?"
"That's a peculiar question. What prompted you to ask that?"
"They are not communicating for whatever reason. There have been no reports of a massive economic success for them in the media. Titanium is worth millions, surely something must have happened if they are not profiting." Claude answered.
"How do you know they aren't profiting?" Manuel asked
"There are stocks on the back of your newspaper. Stocks for both the company, Mynex inc, and the metal. If you were to extrapolate the company's chart back in time, you will find that the value is the same. Extrapolate the metal's chart back in time, and you will find it was worth less." Claude answered.
Manuel looked at the last page of the newspaper. Doing some basic math he did what Claude told him to.
"It would appear you are right. Strange." Manuel thought out loud.
"Well could they be using it for something?" Alzira suggested.
"What is Titanium used for?" Miguel asked, doubtful of her suggestion.
"War" Manuel replied.
"Well yeah, I'm sure he has his uses but-" Alzira said before being cut off.
"No I mean warfare. Titanium is used on warships, and in MJOLNIR armour. Either these guys sold out to the UNSC, or the Innies want the Titanium" Manuel thought.
"It's not the UNSC. Those stocks don't suggest any positive business dealings." Claude said.
"So you think the Insurrection had something to do with this?" Manuel asked.
"It's quite possible. They take what they want, when they want. I doubt they thought anybody would be looking for these miners" Claude said.
"Nobody really is. We're just after the titanium. Those are our 'orders'" Alzira replied, clearly uncomfortable with War's orders of "intimidation".
"And we'll follow those orders, regardless of whatever 'feelings' you may have. We're soldiers, not knights. We simply follow orders, we don't enforce a moral code" Manuel said. Nobody really argued with that. Being soldiers of War was their job, their life really. They didn't have anything else going for them.
They stayed quiet, Manuel having put an end to any discussion. Simply put, the best way to prevent disobedience towards War was to prevent people from even questioning him.
"Are we there yet?" Miguel asked. Hildr appeared again to answer the question.
"The time until we reach the planet is approximately 3 hours and 38 minutes." she replied.
"Thanks, I guess" Miguel said as the AI disappeared. Having six people, who didn't really get along, in a small space was a bad idea.
Alzira decided she would try and make the best of it. "So, beside me and the security guys, have you guys seen a Spartan III?" she asked.
"No. As you know, we are segregated. War has his reasons." Claude answered the question. Nobody else said anything because their answers were the same.
"Didn't you ever wonder what your fellow Spartans were like?" she asked. She knew that she had always wanted to know what Spartan IIs were like. To see if they were any different.
The Spartan IIs looked at each other. None of them had ever voiced the question.
"No not really. Out of sight out of mind." Miguel said.
"How about you?" Alzira asked Jakob next to her.
Jakob seemed hesitant to speak. He looked at Manuel for a few seconds before returning his gaze to the floor.
"You may speak. You have proven yourself to be a loyal soldier of War. The Spartan IIIs are also his soldiers." Manuel said. Did Jakob not trust him because he thought he would report him to War? This troubled Manuel a great deal.
"I... I had wondered. I had noticed that the Spartan IIIs on security were smaller than most of us. So I wondered what they were like, and if War trained us harder than them. It was a question in the back of my mind for a long time." Jakob said.
"And what do you think now?" Alzira asked.
"I suppose we will find out when we reach the titanium mine." Jakob replied.
"Fair enough. How about you two?" she asked Claude and Andrew.
"I assumed you guys were weaker than us. I thought War had us separated for a reason. That's the best reason I can think of." Andrew said, cleaning his battle rifle.
"I assumed the same." Claude answered.
"I see... And
you?" she said pointing to Manuel. His fellow Spartan IIs looked at him.
"I deal with War on a regular basis. I really don't have time to be pondering things that don't affect me. Or at least didn't until now" Manuel replied.
"You didn't even think about it once?" she asked.
"I did." he said.
"And?"
"I decided it wasn't worth my time and stopped." Manuel replied.
"You had no curiosity whatsoever? You didn't even ask War about it once, being his buddy and all?" she joked.
"War is not a friend. He is our leader. They are two
very different things. Leaders do what must be done, friends are sometimes held back by friendship itself." Manuel replied quite seriously.
Damn, no wonder these guys don't make too many friends Alzira thought.
Things went silent again for a little while. Until Manuel spoke up. Curiosity had gotten the better of him.
"What did you think of Spartan IIs?" he asked.
"I assumed they would be more...open." she said.
"Open to what?" Manuel asked.
"Their fellow Spartans" she replied.
"We're not here to be best friends. We were all chosen by War to become the best soldiers we could be, not pals. We serve a common purpose, and that should be enough" Manuel replied. He was sorry he asked. He should have known she would have imagined some tight knit group among them.
"And what purpose is that?" she asked.
"To serve War. As soldiers we are instrumental in conflict. You cannot fight a war without soldiers." he replied.
"Really? Is that what you REALLY think when you're killing people?" she asked.
"I don't question my orders, I simply follow them
935, I suggest you do the same. I don't know where you got that mindset but I highly recommend that you keep your views to yourself." Manuel said.
Alzira turned her chair around, her back to Manuel, and faced the window. All around them was the cold blackness of space.
They returned to silence again, not really having much to say. Andrew was cleaning his magnum now, and Claude was doing push ups on the floor. Both were fairly impatient.
Miguel seemed to be dozing off because on occasion he would bolt upright in his seat. Jakob simply fiddled with his shotgun, constantly taking the shells out and putting them back.
Manuel sat there looking at the stocks, trying to extrapolate the graphs farther. Alzira just looked out the window, gazing at whatever appeared.
They sat there for a LONG time, until their AI projected itself and spoke.
"Estimated time to reach destination: 0.5 hours." the AI disappeared afterwards, activating the stealth capabilities of the Chiroptera class vessel.
The squad began to look over their weapons, except Andrew. Miguel was inspecting the grenade launcher, Jakob getting up to help him with one final review of how to use it effectively. Alzira looked down the scope of her rifle, making sure it was all set. Claude looked over his assault rifle, checking to make sure the magazine clipped in all right. Manuel got up, loading his DMR and checking the scope one last time.
"All right. Everyones' weapons are ready?" Manuel asked. His squad nodded.
"Good. Everyone remember the plan?" he asked.
"I watch the entrance and the rest of you go in." Alzira responded.
"I'll take point" Miguel said.
"I'll be right behind him." Jakob replied.
"I'll be at the rear." Claude announced.
"I got our left side." Andrew recalled.
"And I have our right side. Good. Any questions?" he asked as the vessel approached the atmosphere.
"What are the explosives for?" Jakob asked.
"Cave ins. We'll need a way out. Needless to say, only use them when necessary." their leader answered.
"Aye. Sir will we be going loud?" Claude asked.
"Yes. Our primary goal is intimidation. We want them to know we're there." Manuel replied.
"Do we?" Andrew asked.
"I don't think the Insurrection is much of a problem. It's either greedy miners, or greedy Insurrectionists. Who else?"
"The UNSC. I hear they got people like us. Better than the rest." Andrew replied.
"ODSTs?" Miguel asked unconvinced. He was sure he could take on a few ODSTs.
"No, Spartans." Claude responded.
"Wait, so there are others?" Alzira asked.
"Of course. UNSC wants to put down the Insurrection, so they create top of the line soldiers. They were thinking along the same lines as War. Create an unstoppable army to crush those that oppose you." Andrew said.
"Why would they forcibly take a mine?" Miguel asked.
"They've been given emergency powers. They could do whatever the hell they wanted. I know I would." Andrew replied.
"We don't know if there's a UNSC presence there. We don't even know if these miners are
alive. We just get in, find out what happened, take the best course of action, and go home. Now, is everyone ready?" Manuel asked. His squad nodded.
"Get seated, we're entering atmosphere."
I actually NEED help here guys. I'm not sure how to develop these people through dialogue. Like Chief, their actions define who they are more or less (as seen in the first chapter).