Halo: The Missing Spartans.

A squad of the UNSC sub-section called the UNPD are called into duty to Arcadia, a Human paradise colony, and the planet is only %20 explored. They will find and lose many, but will they lose the most important part of them... themselves. They then get orders to track down and bring back a missing team of Spartans, and bring them home or put them down. Whatever it takes so they do not end up in Covenant hands. Will they find these Spartans? Or will they find something much worse lurking in the darkness that will strike at the heart of Humanity? I do not own Halo! All credit for the beloved games series goes to Bungie (original creators) and 343 Industries (now owners). This is all from my imagination, except for references to the Halo games. I am not making profit off of this story, which was created for the sole purpose of entertaining fans of the series and fans of the lore. Please enjoy :)

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11. Chapter 10: Base Alpha

As the Pelican touched down on the hangar floors, the ship shuddered a bit as it's Magnetic Accelerator Cannon fired. Needs Adjustments floated over to me and activated the hologram again, "Human, this space craft is all wrong. It must be fixed. I will see to the repairs immediately with your Ship Master. I am unfamiliar with the design of this ship, will someone show me to the bridge?" He asked, his head tilted a bit. I looked at the others and looked back at Adjustments. "This ship is fine. We do have some stuff that needs repairs though." I said. I jogged over to a crate of random supplies and jogged back over, the contents jumping and jiggling around. I set it on the floor and looked at Needs Adjustments. "Here, this is stuff for you to tinker with." I said, and waved at the crate. "Thank you. I shall repair these immediately." He typed, and closed the program. I walked over to Axel and sighed. "Like baby sitting five year-olds." I said, my hands on my hips.

"Yeah. If your five year-old can float, is a genius, and is an alien that works for whoever, then yeah. I guess it is." He said, slapping my on the shoulder and walking away, the door sliding shut behind him. A few marines watched in amazement as the Engineer's tentacles flew over the weapons, data-pads, and other random things, repairing and improving them.

"All recovery teams to the bridge. I repeat, all Recovery teams to the bridge." The captain's voice said over the intercom.

As I arrived on the bridge, there was a flurry of motion near the bigger consoles, and the captain was looking at a data screen that showed the enemy fleets and their numbers. Axel, Johnny, Katie, Gabbi, Vivian, and Savannah came jogging up behind me, helmets under their arms. The other squads slowly trickled in and lined up around the holotable in the center of the Bridge. "Thank you all for showing up." He said, leaning over the table. "Today, we have special mission for you. There is a squad of Spartans missing, and we need you to go after them. Blue, Green, Orange, and Red, you are the first boots on the ground. Grey, Black, and Indigo, you will go after them with a battalion of vehicles. Set up a Forward Operating Base and guard it at all costs. If it risks falling, destroy as many vehicles as possible and lock down the armoury. We will have a light cruiser in low-orbit to defend you against air attacks, so your AA guns should be cold most of the time. " He said. He looked at Grey, Black, and Indigo teams, who nodded in understanding. "You other teams, once you find the Spartans, radio in ASAP and we'll get a Pelican or two to get you guys. This FOB is going to be named Reference Alpha, and the radio channel is 140.5, incase you need assistance. You shouldn't though. We will be landing more Marines and other defensive measures, as this may become the last stronghold of the UNSC or even ONI for that matter. Blue, Red, Orange, Green, you hit the ground in exactly twenty-four hours. So be ready in twenty three hours. Grey, Black, Indigo, you go in thirty six hours. So go rest, wash, eat, and relax. Long few days ahead of us. Dismissed." He finished, and turned around, barking orders to the targeting officer working the guns. We all walked out in a straight line, and then splintered out to go our desired ways. Most stayed in groups, walking down the hallways to Barracks, Mess Hall, Lounge, and even Firing Range to blow off steam.  I stayed with my squad and we all walked to the Mess Hall, ravenous for meat and joking all the way there.

 

 

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