project003
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...night-time in the bunker. some Spam bombs boom in the distance, most bang danger-close. lights flicker and dust falls from each echo in the night. Spartans and ODSTs( us) scurry around the rooms lined with wooden pallets and dirt, some fellow soldiers carry intel papers and recon reports to-and-fro other sections of this filthy laberynth. whistles of bombs crack in the night; all are exausted, others like Project 003 can't even type properly dueto the lack of sleep being it so late in the twilight. this hellfire has been nonstop for days... when will it stop? Diary walks around looking for some ammo to load up his SMGs and Shotgun, the Spartan is growing impatiant waiting to kill spam bots. but he must wait for renforcements! Diary then goes to talk to Project 003. "What's our status,sir?" "well, recon cells reported in a few minutes ago. we still can't find out where this is all coming from, the tryjectory from the Spam bombs suggests that the bombs are falling at a pefect 90 degree angle. it's like the sky is trying to kills us." project chuckled, as if waiting for an ironic twist or pun, but there was none. he handed another spartan the reports and got up from his seat to walk over to a small rectangular window, peering out onto the night time hell that was once their home; their community; their lives. looking at the distant flashes of the spam bomb bursting into letters of "FFFFFFFFFFF" and "AAAAAAAAAAA".
After hearing this...Diary walked away fustrated, hitting the wall. As a result...the wall got bent out of shape due to the spartans strength. "When will this end?" he thought. he took a peak outside the window to scan the area. "Project, I hope you have a way out of this fight...and where are those reniforcements?"
still staring off into the howling dark, he spoke, unflinching, "there will be none." he turned towards Diaryboy and put a hand on his shoulder, Project's eyes were bloodshot and bags full of restless alert, he replied in a low tone, " sometimes fighting isn't the way to win, sometimes we must hide, or run in order to survive." project removed his hand and glanced over his shoulder to the window, "besides, if we had reniforcements they'd be turned into ground beef by the time they made it half way here." his face dropped and he returned to his chair, staring at his helmet on the table in front of him. "all we can do is wait. I'm sorry."
Suddenly a new figure was heard in the distance. As everyone in the bunker grabed their weapons to prepare for a battle, a figure could be seen. The figure was strange, like a man with glowing green tubing filled with strange liquids pumping into its suit, and it had strange devices by its side. On its back there seemed to be a spartan... or whats left of him.
As the bunker dwellers prepared for a gunfight, they heard a banging on the blast door. from behing a faint hell could be heard. "Let me in! I'm Medical Agent Sdhoigt! I have wounded!" As the door opened they discovered that the green figure was this medic.
"thank god i found you guys..." Sdhoigt began "How long have you been out here?"
Project jumped to his feet, his mental state was given a recharge due to the sudden spike in action around the enterance of the bunker. "forget about us! what about you?" the noise of the Spam was overwhelming from outside, they quickly shut the Steel hatch, "where did you come from? I thought the 405th forum was bombed flat, how did you survive?" Project motioned a pair of ODSTs to assist the wounded into the infirmary, at the same time, checking the WIA's pulse and removing the SPARTAN's helmet to check for a retnal reaction.
Sdhoigt began to laugh. "Its because my gear is kind of... different from yours." He pointed to a strange gun-like device on his belt, "this thing is a feedback healer. simplest way to put it to all you soldiers is that when i heal someone, it feedbacks into me. that spartan i brought back was as much for me as it was for him." he grinned as he continued his explination, "And for how i survived the initial attack... lets just say my gear isnt made of the same material yours is." He began to break out laughing "in fact, where i'm from i've seen much worse than this!".
looking back at the wounded Spartan, he managed to shrug off the gorey scene and stuff it in the back of his mind. "then Let's get aquainted Doc, I'm Project003, a Spartan III of the 405th Infantry Division." project stuck out a hand, but continued to another topic, still staring into the man's Helmet, as if he could see right through. "will my Spartan live? are you injured?" a wounded ODST limped over to examine the Medical Agent's Armor, "that's some get-up you got there doc, what is it?"
After sdhoigt arivied, Diary was glad at least someone had the balls to go through that huge bombing...and his gear, how did he get it...as Diary thought this, sdhoigt walked towards Diary, "What's your name, Spartan?" "My name is Diaryboy, but feel free to call me Diary, oh i'm also a Spartan III along with Project...and who are you?", "I'm sdhoigt..." After a bit of chating, Diary decided to kill some time by trying to repair the 2 warthogs...
after the night was over project began to slumber off into a light sleep, the last thing he needs is the same thing to happen again but on the verge of having sleep deprevation. after he awoke, he was not surprised that the bombs were still going. like rain. he eventually managed to mark another day down in his calender, he scratched out the number "15", day 15 of this hellish ordeal.
Waking up the next morning, Diary was getting tired of the noise, he saw a Marine trying to kill himself, but Project helped the marine calm down. Diary then went around to look for sdhoigt but couldn't find him in this entire base, but then he found sdhoigt treating a wounded ODST, so he let him be, Diary then found a crate of weapons around the ruins of what was their communation bay, he found some ARs, 3 BRs, a Sniper Rifle, and a few frags and took it all back to Project for safekeeping...
Suddenly a cry was heard from the control room. As everyone rushed to see what was going on, they found a message on the screen: Here's the plan guys. We're switching over to vBulletin and hopefully importing all posts from the IPB we're using. As everyone gave a sigh of relief, excitement grew aparent in some, while despair was seen in others. "We have a plan!" some cried in joy, while others became worried about their own threads. "Either way, whats a few extra minutes of typing for those who lost their threads, over never getting our entire site back. A thread can be replaced, the 405th can't. Either way, we'll just have to wait and see..." as the news came, Diary's frown turned to a smile, the war was almost over, everything was going to be ok! As Diary celebrated this victory, a door blew up right next to him...the spam got in! Diary called for backup while shooting his dual SMGs! he ran for the door and activated the emergency door switich, and as the bomb went near him, the door slam shut and he breathed a sigh of relief. Later in the day, a marine computer technician by the name of Jake sat in the corner of the bunker scanning the screen of the computer in his lap. He was trying to find out any info about the enemy that he could, but connecting to the their B-net was extremely difficult, especially without the aid of an AI. He had been at this too long. I haven't slept in over 37 hours he thought. Scraps of info were few and far in between. Not to mention that most of it was unimportant. Just as he was about to close the laptop computer and get some hard earned shut eye he noticed a strong connection to the enemy B-net. His fingers hit the keys so fast that they actually looked blured. Suddenly Jake's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as he skimmed the info on the screen. The thought of sleep had completely left him mind. He had access to the full enemy b-net. "Project! Your going to want to see this....."
Project003 got up from his seat and walked over to the marine, "good news or bad news Jake?" Project leaned over his shoulder staring at the computer screen...
When Project and Jake were inspecting the info, Alex Spartan leaned forward and said, "Project I believe those are good news."
Jake turn with a face of confusion while looking at the huge spartan and said,"Who is this guy?"
Project smacked Jake in the head and responded, "This guy is who saved us all,.... he built this bunker to give us a chance of survival"
Jake, surprised he turned his headand replied, "Then why havent I heard of him?"
"Because he....", Alex interrupted, "lets just say I have been working on a secret project"
Alex walked away while looking at a window.
project disregarded the Marine's abillity to not show respect to Spartans, but he couldn't blame him. we all became informal during these past 16 days. Project replied to his comment, "it all has to do with the Genectic agmutations we are each given. he just grew bigger." Project turned to Alex and held out his hand, "good to see you Alex."
After hearing this...Diary walked away fustrated, hitting the wall. As a result...the wall got bent out of shape due to the spartans strength. "When will this end?" he thought. he took a peak outside the window to scan the area. "Project, I hope you have a way out of this fight...and where are those reniforcements?"
still staring off into the howling dark, he spoke, unflinching, "there will be none." he turned towards Diaryboy and put a hand on his shoulder, Project's eyes were bloodshot and bags full of restless alert, he replied in a low tone, " sometimes fighting isn't the way to win, sometimes we must hide, or run in order to survive." project removed his hand and glanced over his shoulder to the window, "besides, if we had reniforcements they'd be turned into ground beef by the time they made it half way here." his face dropped and he returned to his chair, staring at his helmet on the table in front of him. "all we can do is wait. I'm sorry."
Suddenly a new figure was heard in the distance. As everyone in the bunker grabed their weapons to prepare for a battle, a figure could be seen. The figure was strange, like a man with glowing green tubing filled with strange liquids pumping into its suit, and it had strange devices by its side. On its back there seemed to be a spartan... or whats left of him.
As the bunker dwellers prepared for a gunfight, they heard a banging on the blast door. from behing a faint hell could be heard. "Let me in! I'm Medical Agent Sdhoigt! I have wounded!" As the door opened they discovered that the green figure was this medic.
"thank god i found you guys..." Sdhoigt began "How long have you been out here?"
Project jumped to his feet, his mental state was given a recharge due to the sudden spike in action around the enterance of the bunker. "forget about us! what about you?" the noise of the Spam was overwhelming from outside, they quickly shut the Steel hatch, "where did you come from? I thought the 405th forum was bombed flat, how did you survive?" Project motioned a pair of ODSTs to assist the wounded into the infirmary, at the same time, checking the WIA's pulse and removing the SPARTAN's helmet to check for a retnal reaction.
Sdhoigt began to laugh. "Its because my gear is kind of... different from yours." He pointed to a strange gun-like device on his belt, "this thing is a feedback healer. simplest way to put it to all you soldiers is that when i heal someone, it feedbacks into me. that spartan i brought back was as much for me as it was for him." he grinned as he continued his explination, "And for how i survived the initial attack... lets just say my gear isnt made of the same material yours is." He began to break out laughing "in fact, where i'm from i've seen much worse than this!".
looking back at the wounded Spartan, he managed to shrug off the gorey scene and stuff it in the back of his mind. "then Let's get aquainted Doc, I'm Project003, a Spartan III of the 405th Infantry Division." project stuck out a hand, but continued to another topic, still staring into the man's Helmet, as if he could see right through. "will my Spartan live? are you injured?" a wounded ODST limped over to examine the Medical Agent's Armor, "that's some get-up you got there doc, what is it?"
After sdhoigt arivied, Diary was glad at least someone had the balls to go through that huge bombing...and his gear, how did he get it...as Diary thought this, sdhoigt walked towards Diary, "What's your name, Spartan?" "My name is Diaryboy, but feel free to call me Diary, oh i'm also a Spartan III along with Project...and who are you?", "I'm sdhoigt..." After a bit of chating, Diary decided to kill some time by trying to repair the 2 warthogs...
after the night was over project began to slumber off into a light sleep, the last thing he needs is the same thing to happen again but on the verge of having sleep deprevation. after he awoke, he was not surprised that the bombs were still going. like rain. he eventually managed to mark another day down in his calender, he scratched out the number "15", day 15 of this hellish ordeal.
Waking up the next morning, Diary was getting tired of the noise, he saw a Marine trying to kill himself, but Project helped the marine calm down. Diary then went around to look for sdhoigt but couldn't find him in this entire base, but then he found sdhoigt treating a wounded ODST, so he let him be, Diary then found a crate of weapons around the ruins of what was their communation bay, he found some ARs, 3 BRs, a Sniper Rifle, and a few frags and took it all back to Project for safekeeping...
Suddenly a cry was heard from the control room. As everyone rushed to see what was going on, they found a message on the screen: Here's the plan guys. We're switching over to vBulletin and hopefully importing all posts from the IPB we're using. As everyone gave a sigh of relief, excitement grew aparent in some, while despair was seen in others. "We have a plan!" some cried in joy, while others became worried about their own threads. "Either way, whats a few extra minutes of typing for those who lost their threads, over never getting our entire site back. A thread can be replaced, the 405th can't. Either way, we'll just have to wait and see..." as the news came, Diary's frown turned to a smile, the war was almost over, everything was going to be ok! As Diary celebrated this victory, a door blew up right next to him...the spam got in! Diary called for backup while shooting his dual SMGs! he ran for the door and activated the emergency door switich, and as the bomb went near him, the door slam shut and he breathed a sigh of relief. Later in the day, a marine computer technician by the name of Jake sat in the corner of the bunker scanning the screen of the computer in his lap. He was trying to find out any info about the enemy that he could, but connecting to the their B-net was extremely difficult, especially without the aid of an AI. He had been at this too long. I haven't slept in over 37 hours he thought. Scraps of info were few and far in between. Not to mention that most of it was unimportant. Just as he was about to close the laptop computer and get some hard earned shut eye he noticed a strong connection to the enemy B-net. His fingers hit the keys so fast that they actually looked blured. Suddenly Jake's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as he skimmed the info on the screen. The thought of sleep had completely left him mind. He had access to the full enemy b-net. "Project! Your going to want to see this....."
Project003 got up from his seat and walked over to the marine, "good news or bad news Jake?" Project leaned over his shoulder staring at the computer screen...
When Project and Jake were inspecting the info, Alex Spartan leaned forward and said, "Project I believe those are good news."
Jake turn with a face of confusion while looking at the huge spartan and said,"Who is this guy?"
Project smacked Jake in the head and responded, "This guy is who saved us all,.... he built this bunker to give us a chance of survival"
Jake, surprised he turned his headand replied, "Then why havent I heard of him?"
"Because he....", Alex interrupted, "lets just say I have been working on a secret project"
Alex walked away while looking at a window.
project disregarded the Marine's abillity to not show respect to Spartans, but he couldn't blame him. we all became informal during these past 16 days. Project replied to his comment, "it all has to do with the Genectic agmutations we are each given. he just grew bigger." Project turned to Alex and held out his hand, "good to see you Alex."
