User:Patrick Deckard

Jailbreak on the Sacred Promise

Corporal Patrick Deckard sat in the back of the Humvee as it rumbled down the dirt road from the village of Haring and the UNSC installation known as Alpha Base, half asleep and very cold; despite the lack of snow. He sneezed when the Humvee hit a bump, then glanced at a nearby soldier. “I liked the fighting on New Onitaki; sure, people were dying left and right and their were dangerous mutant half-robot space samurai running left-and-right; but at least the Onitakian’s were primitive by our standards, not kick-ass godly like the stuff Covenant has. And then their was the tropical weather...” “Well then,” Professor Emily Anders said from behind him, “Maybe the military should ship you back New Onitaki, but the Covenant will rally behind those barbaric wacks soon enough.” Patrick rolled his eyes at the Mars-born historical researcher; who, despite her young age of twenty-two, was now humanity foremost expert on the multi-species Covenant. Which was, in Patrick opinion, not an amazing feat, since they still new almost nothing about their alien attackers anyway. “Listen Professor,” He snapped back, “I have no intent of leaving without hitting-back against the Covenant, they nearly leveled this planet; oh, and don’t even get me started on what they did to the fleet in orbit ” “Forgive me,” Emily replied, “I wasn’t implying you were a coward; I had family here that couldn’t escape with the others, So I understand everything you’re saying. Hell, that’s whey I’m packing.” She smiled, lifting up her heavy caught and reveling her heavily-modified M7C sidearm. “Thats a nice gun,” Patrick said with a frown, “But I prefer the old M1911, easier to shoot and conceal.” “Conceal?” Emily asked, “But you’re in the army ” He shrugged, “I did some work for Military Intelligence during the Border War with the Union of Allied Planets, working out of the Prowler Nautilus; strictly confidential James Bond-like shit.” “Miss it?” “Are you kidding me, the action was great but the pay sucked worse then a guardsman on Moonbase Two.” Emily nodded and leaned back in her chair, then a plasma bolt hit the Humvee directly in front of them, destroying it and shocking their driver so much he drove straight into the pit created by the explosion. “Move out ” A Sergeant yelled, grabbing his rifle and kicking open to door of the vehicle; only to get shot directly in the chest by a blue blast of energy. “Good thing you brought that gun ” Patrick exclaimed, grabbing Professor Anders and leading her outside, pausing only to un-sling his XBR55 Battle rifle from around his shoulder and gun down two small alien shocktroopers, nicknamed “Grunts” by UNSC soldiers because of their relatively small size and usage as expandable, poorly-trained and ill-equipped cannon fodder. “Geese ” He exclaimed, “This is worse then the time I helped the National Intelligence Department take out the Pegorino Family’s setup on Mars; do you know that they are actual suppliers of the Onitakian Liberation Army?” Emily drew her pistol and ducked down behind a ruined M12 Warthog light recon vehicle, “Ya, well you know much I needed to know that so much. Are you aware we’re being shot at ” Patrick smiled, then came out of cover to fire his rifle at enemy troops, only to be knocked off his feet when a Covenant Interceptor, called a “Banshee” because of the wailing sounds made by its engines, swooped overhead and dropped an energy bomb nearby. He was knocked out instantly, and when Professor Anders tried to aid him, another bomb knocked her out as well. The last thing either of them saw was a large space cruiser, sleek, armored and bristling with weapons, appeared on the horizon, moving at top speed towards their position.

“Wake up,” a voice siad, and Patrick opened his eyes to see a black-robed man standing in front of him, seemingly human (save for a cybernetic implant covering one side of his face) but obviously Onitakian because of the traditional energy katana that hung from his silver-buckled belt. A yellow-armored alien soldier, on of the tall one known as “Elites” because of their strength and exceptional combat training, stood behind the Onitakian, whom Patrick soon recognized as Doctor Threat, a key leader of the OLA. He also noticed, much to his own frustration, that he was strapped to his chair by way of four uncomfortable and un-breakable energy binders; two around his legs and two around his arms. “What are you doing here, Doc? Working with the Covenant? I’d trust them as far as I can throw them; well, I mean, as far as I can throw the Elites, at least. You know, this may end much like the time my ancestors, Commander Ryan Deckard and the woman who would become his future wife, Major Lissette Hanley, were betrayed by the Russians during the Battle of Tokyo, during World War-III on Earth...” “Do you ever shut up?” Threat snapped as he backhanded Patrick, “I am interrogating you; not listening to your little tales.” “Ya well, I plead the fifth.” “You have something to say that would incriminate yourself?” Threat asked, seeming somewhat shocked. “No,” Patrick replied, “I just always wanted to say that. Makes me feel like I’m in a episode of Law and Order; the original, though, it’s the best in the...” “By the Forerunners ” The Elite exclaimed, “Does this one ever shut up?” Doctor Threat sighed, “Well, I can see you are going to be difficult. well, I'll have to lock you in the brig for a day or so before we try this again...and if you are not more accommodating, we will have you killed.” “But you didn’t even ask me any real questions ” Patrick exclaimed, but Doctor Threat didn’t seem to notice and just ordered three guards to drag him off. When Patrick was tossed into his cell, he nearly landed on Anders and a young Marine Corps Staff Sergeant. “Who the heck are you?” Patrick asked. “Pete Stacker, UNSC 105th Shock Davison, and you had better watch you god-darn mouth, Corporal.” Patrick sighed, he hated the Marines, they were always thinking they were better then all the other branches of the Defense Force...well, Military Intelligence was a little worse. “Sorry sir,” He replied, and then he proudly added, “I’m Patrick Deckard, 1st Infantry Division, UNSC Army.” “Well,” Stacker siad, “The Big Red One? We’ll, maybe we’re not so screwed after all.” “What’s that supposed to mean ?” “Nothing,” Anders said, stepping forward, “Now, there are no guards in this room and at least fourteen Marines in all at our disposal. So I recommend we try to find a way out while we have the chance. Now let’s find a way out of here.” “Don’t worry,” Patrick replied with a grin, “I have an idea, now, please lend me a hand with this air vent over here...this reminds me of the time me and my cousin Troy...” “PATRICK ” Emily exclaimed. “What?” “Shut the frak up ” “Alright...sweetheart.” Stacker laughed, but Emily just sighed and shook her head.

“Why keep the Humans alive?” Ship Master Vadra ‘Kossamee exclaimed, clenching a golden-armored fist as he and Doctor Treat entered the private command sanctum aboard the Covenant Battlecruiser Sacred Promise as it sat orbiting Harvest, using the magnetic interference generated by the planets poler regions to avoid detection by the UN fleet commanded by the Human Vice-Admiral, Preston Cole. “Because they have uses when alive; but when they are dead they prove to be, while safer, much less cooperative.” Suddenly, a buzzing sound came from a wall mounted communication device, and Threat immediately picked it up. “Yes? Ah, Lieutenant ‘Mulavee...what? We’ll be right their, all hands to battle stations ” “What I going on?” ‘Kossamee asked as Threat hung up. “A force of UNDF Navel craft have detected us and are closing on our position, we must get to the Bridge before they arrive ”

Patrick smiled as he deactivated the cell barrier, having used the ships electric heating cords to not only shut down the energy field, but also to hack into the commendations systems and contact Vice-Admiral Cole’s flagship, the Spirit of Fire. Emily handed him a Covenant-built, Onitakian-designed Type-51 Carbine after she smashed open the seal on the arms locker. “Alright,” he siad, “We’d better get to the hanger. Oh gosh and wowee This makes me feel like I’m Colonel Danning from Wormhole X-Treme  My favorite television show...the episode were Major Stacy Monroe and Grell the Robot had to start the prison revolt on the Martian warship comes to mind specifically...” He stopped suddenly when he realized he was being ignored, and with a scowl, he loaded his carbine and left the room.

Doctor Treat entered the bridge of the Sacred Promise, and immediately spotted seven human vessels (six Destroyers and a 21st century Dreadnought) closing in, along with a large group of Aurora-Bombers and Longsword-Strike Fighters. “Are the shields up?” He asked, taking a seat in his throne-like command chair. “Yes,” Ship Master ‘Kossamee replied, “And all hands report ready for battle.” “Good, target the nearest Destroyer with the pulse-lasers, fire at my command.” “Target locked.” “Alright; fire pulse laser one.” Threat commanded, then he watched in glee as a bright beam of energy pulsed forth from the Sacred Promise, lanced across the viewscreen and impacted in the dead center of a UN Destroyer, silencing the powerful warship in two. “Human ships returning fire,” ‘Kossamee exclaimed, “Brace for impact ” Rialguns, missiles and lasers impacted on the hull of the massive cruiser, pounding the shields and even breaching them in several areas; the enemy had the upper hand. “Sir ” Lieutenant Toff ‘Mulavee, the ship’s Executive Officer, announced, “The prisoners have escaped and have fled the ship in a Type-52 troop carrier.” Threat scowled, “Prepare to retreat and join up with the Arbiter’s fleet Let it be known to all, the Battle for Harvest is not yet done and this war is only beginning.”

Epilogue: Reunion aboard the Odyssey Patrick walked down the hallway of the Dreadnought Odyssey with a hand around Emily’s shoulder. “I can’t believe I’m aboard the Odyssey; the ship that not only lead the UN Navy during the Martian and Goa’uld war, but also settled to first UN colonies outside Earth’s own solar system.” She kissed his cheek, “Yes, and for once I will agree with you, the history surrounding those conflicts is fascinating; like what ever happened to the Goa’uld?” “They died out,” Patrick replied, “The early UN made sure of that.” “But what of Doctor Threat?” How long as he been alive? Even for an Onitakian.” “You think he’s a Goa’uld in an Onitakian host body?” He asked in shock, stopping his walk down the hall. “Well,” She replied, “The name Doctor Treat is very similar to that of the powerful Sorcerer-Emperor Dacta-Thruvet, the original name of the Goa’uld Raiden, who was responsible for saving ancient Japan from the Mongols in 1281. His Empire was crushed by the UNSC during the Inner Colony Wars and became what is now known as Onitakian territory, he and his Empress Amaterasu have been MIA since that time.” Patrick frowned, if she was correct, they were in dire straights; the Goa’uld hated Humans and knew much of their ways, so an alliance between the Covenant and whatever remained of their Empires would be devastating the UN and their new allies, the Union of Allied Planets. An alliance Patrick and Emily had just been informed of by one of the ship’s officers. “This Dacta-Thruvet wouldn’t also be known by another name, say, Count Iblis?” A familiar voice said from behind them, and Patrick turned to see Commander Troy Wakefield, his older cousin and the commanding officer of the Odyssey, walked up to them with a smile on his face. Patrick shook his relative’s hand, then pointed at the brand-new Sergeant chevrons on the arm of his blue army uniform. “Hey Troy, I was wondering when you were gonna show up. Oh, and thanks for getting me these things, they look real neat ” “You’re welcome, but I was just acting on Admiral Cole’s orders and Stacker’s recommendation. And anyway, what about this Goa’uld warlord? Was he ever called Iblis at any point?” Anders nodded, appearing slightly shocked, “Well...yes, the legends say at one point in his existence he took another divine role, that of the Islamic Devil Iblis, who also appears in the Kobolian Faith as a rouge Lord of Kobol. It was rumored he reached Ascension only to be forced back down following the War of Ruin, during the waning days of Human civilization of the world of Kobol. Do you mean to say you’ve met him.” “Yes,” Troy replied, “He nearly took seized control of my...” He glanced at Patrick, “...I mean our grandfather’s fleet during the Hisari war over twenty years ago. Oh don’t look so surprised Patrick, you’ve heard the stories, but this was, after all, two years before your parents even met.” Emily shook her head, frustrated by this new revelation, “So what? Now we have to deal with the Covenant and a powerful half-ascended being who has the knowledge to wipe us out once and for all?” Patrick sighed and crossed his arms, visibly worried. “Oh man, we are so screwed.”