User:Revan180193/Story Sanbox3

< User:Revan180193/Story Sanbox2

Characters

 * Claire-G115
 * Emily Mayer
 * Arazia
 * Yun'da'Klem
 * Fallen

Technology and vehicles

 * Plasma Combat Knife
 * UNSC Workforce
 * Scribe
 * Combat AI-controlled Trooper Droid

Places of interest

 * Portland,, Earth
 * , United Kig-Yar Kingdom
 * Palamok

Prologue
2200 hours, Portland, UNSC, Earth

He was breathing in quick, short gasps as he ran through the hallway down to his apartment. Sweat ran down his face and parts of his light blue shirt that weren't covered by his light brown jacket was beginning to turn dark blue from the wet and sticky sweat. He slowed to a stop in front of the door to his apartment, quickly slamming the key into the keyhole. He spared a moment to quickly look up and down the narrow hallway, fear plain on his face as he scanned every shadow as if he was paranoid. Hell, he knew he was becoming paranoid but they were probably already after him.

A distant door slammed and almost send him flying in fright. He had to hurry before they got to him. Fumbling with turning the key, he grew even more desperate when a shadow crept over the floor around the corner from the opposite way he had rushed down the hallway. Just before whoever the shadow belonged to turn around the corner, the lock clicked open. Not wanting to risk doubting his paranoia, his almost ripped the door open and slammed it shut behind him with a loud bang. He let go of the breath he hadn't even known he had held and leaned against the door for a moment, taking a much needed moment to relax for a bit.

Savoring the moment for just second more he shook his head, clearing his mind. He had to focus on the task at hand, he didn't have much time. Digging into a pocket on the inside of his jacket, he pulled out a small data chip. He stared at it for a moment, this was the key. The key to all his trouble and why they were after him in the first place. He had something they wanted and they were dead set on getting it back. With long, fast steps he marched through the living room of his small, cramped apartment and into his working room. He plugged the data chip into his computer, it was always on if he ever needed to do some research on someone or something or simply write his stories. It was what he made for a living after all. His eyes quickly scanned through the data on it before dragging all of it into a newly created folder on his computer. Someone needed to see this, they had to. But who?

He sat down, thinking for a moment. He didn't have to wait long before the tiniest of noises distracted him. He froze in place, his breathing picking up the phase and cold sweat began forming at the top of his forehead. The noise, ever so silent, came from the door to the apartment. Someone was trying to pick-lock his door!

Quickly coming to a decision, he compressed the folder and send it as a mail to a friend of his. He would understand and get the information to the right people. Damn it, the file was to big and needed time to upload. The sound of the door swinging open reached his ears. He had to buy some time for the upload to complete. Looking around, desperately searching for a weapon, he took hold of a heavy metal lamp, holding the improvised weapon in front of him in both of his hands. He waited in front of his desk. Waited for whoever it was, they had sent after him. Heavy footsteps could be heard slowly making their way through the living room. His throat felt dry as a dessert as his would-be-assailant stepped into the opening between the small working room and the living room.

She was huge, both tall and broad shouldered. She was a undoubtedly a Spartan. He didn't know what to expect from his assailant's appearance but he sure hadn't expected the open dark brown leather jacket, the green shirt under the jacket, the brown pants that were only a few shades lighter than the leather jacket and the dark gray military boots.

The two stared at each other for a moment, no one moved and no one made a sound, her deep sky blue eyes seemed to pierce holes right through him. Then, like lightning from a clear sky, the tall woman sped forward. She was fast as lightning, quickly closing the distance between them. He lifted the lamp to strike at his assailant, but he didn't get any further. The woman spun on her heels, using her momentum to deliver powerful kick directed towards his hands and the lamp. The kick hit the lamp, bending the metal, even threatening to tear it in two, and sending it flying out of his hands.

The lamp, however, was not the only thing she had hit and the sound of bones breaking reached his ears before an agonizing pain came from his left hand. He barely had time to glance at his broken wrist before a second kick collided with his midsection. He was forced to bend over as the heavy boot tried to force its way further into his guts. He fell to his knees, coughing violently as bile and semi-digested food threatened to spill out onto the floor.

A hand grabbed him by his throat, choking his, and lifting him off his feet. He stared at the woman with fear in his eyes as his feet dangled in the air a few centimeters above the ground. She was holding him with a straight arm, slowly squeezing the life out of him. He gasped for air to fill his lungs, but nothing could get past the woman's death grip. Black dots appeared in the corners of his vision as he began to loose consciousness. He barely registered the sigh of boredom from the woman before he saw the tall woman reach into her jacket with her free hand and pull out a large handle. With a flick of her hand, a large shining, pale blue blade of energy sprung from the tip of the handle.

She thrust the machete sized energy blade forward, straight through his chest. He would have let out a low groan if the hand around his throat would have allowed it exit. He had thought that the hot energy would have sent unimaginable pain through his body but instead he only felt a light tingling around the wound. Funny, he had been so sure that he would have felt like being burned alive but instead it felt cold and tickly. The woman slowly forced the blade down a few centimeters, burning his flesh and bones away, before pulling it out of his guts. He went limp, having died before she pulled out the energy blade.

Deactivating the energy blade, the woman let go of the dead man with little care, letting his body fall to the floor with a loud thud. She casually stepped over the dead body, heading straight for the computer. Pushing the chair out of the way, she scanned the context displayed on its screen. She cursed under her breath, she had been too late to prevent the upload of the files. Spotting the data chip in the computer, she ripped it out and placed it in a pocket before she retrieved a communication device from another.

"This is Gamma-One-One-Five, we need a cleanup crew" She took a moment to inhale deeply. "The mission was a failure, the data have gotten further out of our hands, the knowledge of Emily Mayer have been sent to someone else."

Chapter 1
Claire-G115 was in a bad mood as she strolled down the hallway