Post by Zabuza Midareta on Sept 12, 2012 14:18:28 GMT -6
Felix drifted through space, hatred boiling inside of his body. He had been floating for about two days know and his stomach was far from happy with him. He looked around, seeing the planets around him. Their moon in a steady and planned orbit all surrounded by the black of space. It was tantalizing for Felix to see the planets so close to him, but so far away. If he only had a bit of space trash to get his hand on, or maybe just push off of. He could try and enter the gravitational pull of a nearby planet. He twisted in the empty vacuum and saw a black planet, with a dark blue ocean. "How it must feel to have your feet dug into the soil," Felix mumbled to himself. He wished he could punch something. Anger heating further inside him. "This is the UNSC's fault! If I had only known it was a drill. I swear if-" Felix's rant was cut short by his suit warning him of low power. He shut down even more, turning everything off except the oxygen filter and the warning system.
The moment he chinned the last order into his Spartan-II armor it locked up and he was stuck, unable to bend his joints, it was maddening. His eyelids begging him to let them shut. He wanted to fight it, but by the way things were going he might as well die from starvation in his sleep, rather be awake to feel the torture. He let his eyes shut and fall into a deep slumber and his dreams were just as strange. Just as he thought he was about to fall in his dream he was awoken by an alarm and a red light that illuminated his face. He pushed his face forward and opens the alarm, instantly a drop bar opens and he sees the problem. "Unlock joints, Omega, November, Echo, Sierra, India, X-Ray, Sierra, Echo, Victor, Echo, November!" Felix calls out and instantly he can move again. He turns his head and sees the planet. 'I must have gotten sucked in my the gravitational pull' the Spartan-II thought to himself.
He turned his body and headed straight toward the planet surface. He opens his arms and spreads his legs to try and catch some wind, and slow down. He feels heat surround himself as he comes in like a comet. As he gets closer he gets into a falling position and activates full shields. His armor system complains about low power. "This better work." He whispers to himself. He repeats the command locking up his armor, for a safer impact. He has his eyes open seeing over the small continent. As he gets even closer he seeing outlines of cities. On his visor a power bar shows up showing only 15% left, and it was draining fast. 'The speed of the fall must be affecting it' Felix tries to reason out the problem in his head. He must have been 25,000 meters from the ground when he checked the power level again, 11%. As Felix drops like a rock he stares at the power level, 9%. 'Almost there, only 15,000 meters to go.' Stress eating away at the Spartan's nerves. 7%, 10,000m. 5%, 8,000m. 4% 5,000m. 2%, 1,500m. 1%, 160m.
Felix shut his eyes and hoped that he would make it. Next thing he knows he slams into a building and falls even more. After a few seconds he stops moving and he opens his eyes right as his suit power fails. He looked down through the visor. It must have been a 32m drop. Just as he thought he'd have to take the armor off and drop regularly his suits backup generator turned on. The whole HUD lit back up and he checked damage. For falling all the way through orbit it wasn't bad. His vital signs were reading that he'd need a vacation after this, but he was okay, physically. He hoped from the building and landed on the ground.
When he landed he rolled and stood back up. He looked at the ground and saw that the few weapons he had made it to the strange planet with him. He knelt and checked the condition. The MK5A SMG was perfectly fine, but he'd need to find real ammo. Seems they replaced his bullets with rubber pellets instead. He'd have to work with it, but it wouldn't kill. He'd need to fight hand to hand. Upon closer inspection each of his weapons had rubber pellets. The M39 BR55 was fine. He scope broke off, but it'd still fine correctly. His shotgun, the M12 Mach 1, on the other hand was critically damaged. It seems the fire mechanism was jammed. Which meant, one shot, one shot was all he had. His SSRR49 was fine, but there were no clips to be found. He stuck the M39 BR55 and SSRR49 on his back in an X. He then put the shotgun going straight down between the two. His MK5A SMG strapped to his hip.
He got up and looked around. He didn't see any military, or police, but, someone would want to have this investigated. He turned left and started to sprint, until he found an alley and ducked in there. He poked his head out and looked for anyone, but he heard a siren. "Got to go" Felix mumbled. He turned and saw a police member, or at least he thought to be a police officer holding an AR of sorts, pointed at him. "Freeze scum bag! Or else I'll shoot." The officer was wearing some sort of armor, flimsy, weak, easy to break. "Felix laughed, "You really think that is going to hurt me?" He cracked his knuckles followed by his neck, before saying in a low voice, "You found a bad man at a very bad time." He began walking forward toward the man, who was just about to shoot, when Felix heard a noise. Sounded like a truck, or maybe a tank. He didn't need this. Felix ran toward the man and simply sent an elbow at the man's face. When his elbow made contact, Felix felt the man's cheek bone shatter. He didn't care, he kept running. He ducked into a different alley and kept running. He must have run 7 or 8 blocks before he stopped.
He took off his helmet and sat down. He leaned his head against the wall and took a breath, when he heard someone just outside the alley. "Shit."
The moment he chinned the last order into his Spartan-II armor it locked up and he was stuck, unable to bend his joints, it was maddening. His eyelids begging him to let them shut. He wanted to fight it, but by the way things were going he might as well die from starvation in his sleep, rather be awake to feel the torture. He let his eyes shut and fall into a deep slumber and his dreams were just as strange. Just as he thought he was about to fall in his dream he was awoken by an alarm and a red light that illuminated his face. He pushed his face forward and opens the alarm, instantly a drop bar opens and he sees the problem. "Unlock joints, Omega, November, Echo, Sierra, India, X-Ray, Sierra, Echo, Victor, Echo, November!" Felix calls out and instantly he can move again. He turns his head and sees the planet. 'I must have gotten sucked in my the gravitational pull' the Spartan-II thought to himself.
He turned his body and headed straight toward the planet surface. He opens his arms and spreads his legs to try and catch some wind, and slow down. He feels heat surround himself as he comes in like a comet. As he gets closer he gets into a falling position and activates full shields. His armor system complains about low power. "This better work." He whispers to himself. He repeats the command locking up his armor, for a safer impact. He has his eyes open seeing over the small continent. As he gets even closer he seeing outlines of cities. On his visor a power bar shows up showing only 15% left, and it was draining fast. 'The speed of the fall must be affecting it' Felix tries to reason out the problem in his head. He must have been 25,000 meters from the ground when he checked the power level again, 11%. As Felix drops like a rock he stares at the power level, 9%. 'Almost there, only 15,000 meters to go.' Stress eating away at the Spartan's nerves. 7%, 10,000m. 5%, 8,000m. 4% 5,000m. 2%, 1,500m. 1%, 160m.
Felix shut his eyes and hoped that he would make it. Next thing he knows he slams into a building and falls even more. After a few seconds he stops moving and he opens his eyes right as his suit power fails. He looked down through the visor. It must have been a 32m drop. Just as he thought he'd have to take the armor off and drop regularly his suits backup generator turned on. The whole HUD lit back up and he checked damage. For falling all the way through orbit it wasn't bad. His vital signs were reading that he'd need a vacation after this, but he was okay, physically. He hoped from the building and landed on the ground.
When he landed he rolled and stood back up. He looked at the ground and saw that the few weapons he had made it to the strange planet with him. He knelt and checked the condition. The MK5A SMG was perfectly fine, but he'd need to find real ammo. Seems they replaced his bullets with rubber pellets instead. He'd have to work with it, but it wouldn't kill. He'd need to fight hand to hand. Upon closer inspection each of his weapons had rubber pellets. The M39 BR55 was fine. He scope broke off, but it'd still fine correctly. His shotgun, the M12 Mach 1, on the other hand was critically damaged. It seems the fire mechanism was jammed. Which meant, one shot, one shot was all he had. His SSRR49 was fine, but there were no clips to be found. He stuck the M39 BR55 and SSRR49 on his back in an X. He then put the shotgun going straight down between the two. His MK5A SMG strapped to his hip.
He got up and looked around. He didn't see any military, or police, but, someone would want to have this investigated. He turned left and started to sprint, until he found an alley and ducked in there. He poked his head out and looked for anyone, but he heard a siren. "Got to go" Felix mumbled. He turned and saw a police member, or at least he thought to be a police officer holding an AR of sorts, pointed at him. "Freeze scum bag! Or else I'll shoot." The officer was wearing some sort of armor, flimsy, weak, easy to break. "Felix laughed, "You really think that is going to hurt me?" He cracked his knuckles followed by his neck, before saying in a low voice, "You found a bad man at a very bad time." He began walking forward toward the man, who was just about to shoot, when Felix heard a noise. Sounded like a truck, or maybe a tank. He didn't need this. Felix ran toward the man and simply sent an elbow at the man's face. When his elbow made contact, Felix felt the man's cheek bone shatter. He didn't care, he kept running. He ducked into a different alley and kept running. He must have run 7 or 8 blocks before he stopped.
He took off his helmet and sat down. He leaned his head against the wall and took a breath, when he heard someone just outside the alley. "Shit."
