Yo. This is a series for Eric, an awesome guy with an awesome Sci-Fi universe named Jericho.
About this creation
“Sir, you have to put on the armor.”
“I will not, trooper. It’s not dignified.”
“It’s protocol, Senator Crowley. Wear it, or you won’t be going to that meeting.”
“Fine, soldier. But I tell you, the Middylax is perfectly safe.”
I will admit, getting the senator to wear his armor was difficult, but as things happened that day, he won’t regret wearing it. Neither would I. I wouldn’t want to lose my record as a dependable trooper. We strode out of the elevator depot into the artificial Middylax sun. It was bright and convincing, yes, but far from real. Just like everything in this city.
We followed the path marked in blue away from the Elevators. We would follow it until we made it to the crossroads, which were marked in black. Civilians were packed tight in front of us as we tried to wade through the crowd. It was a normal day, people headed to work.
You’d think the sight of two armed men in the streets would give us a pathway, but not here. Security troopers are normal, especially around the elevators. The elevators were the only way for criminals to get out of the slums without passing through the toxic clouds.
Eventually, the crowds thinned and gradually dispersed into nothing. It would build back up at the crossroads, but for now it was empty. After a few minutes walking in silence we approached the crossroads. As expected, the crowd was thick. This all changed when a cry went out.
“HE’S GOT A GUN!”
The crowd started screaming and shouting and running for cover. All except for one man. He turned, and yes, he had a gun. My eyes quickly identified the weapon: A Fountain Co. MR34 Light Plasma Flare pistol. He squeezed the trigger and a purple fire ball the size of my thumb erupted from the weapon. It hit Sen. Crowley square in the chest, and he was knocked off his feet.
My partner checked Crowley while I apprehended the shooter. I fired a shot, knocking the gun out of his grip. He stumbled back and fell. I was on him in an instant, my weapon directed at his shoulder. It wouldn’t kill him, but he would go very far. Crowley and my partner came over. Crowley looked winded, but he was alive.
We decided on me bringing the Senator’s would-be-assassin to jail while my partner escorted Crowley to the Senate House for the meeting. I brought our unlucky friend to his feet, scooped up his fire arm, and showed the way with my pistol. I don’t understand why a man would want to bring more political unrest to an already shell-shocked world.
Quoting Sgt. James Velocity
benji like the story. maybe for season three for your spartan log you should bring back that girl spartan that some how died. oh and i have a few spartan 3's im working on. keep bricken>fisher
Actually I was thinking about having an AI unit look like her and have her voice.