User:Spartan 387

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This is Spartan-387, commanding officer of Spartan Group Omega.


 * A.I. No.: 7740 a.k.a. Sarah
 * Known casualties inflicted: 791
 * Loss of Squadmates: 3
 * Victories: 29 (minor Covenant skirmishes included.)
 * Defeats: 2


 * Favorite weapon: Shotgun
 * Favorite class of Covenant: The dead ones
 * Pet Peeve: When Sarah annoys the crap out of me. Ok. Ok. Sorry Sarah.

My A.I. Sarah and I will be keeping a log of Spartan Group Omega's exploits. I will personally keep a record of the battles, down to how many shots I fired and even a basic overview of UNSC and Covenant troop movement.

December 8, 2545

This past week Spartan Group Omega was on board The Sword of Liberty. We were in the middle of a training exercise, when a Covenant Battle cruiser dropped out of slipspace. The ship's captain, Charlie Hurkz, ordered us to board the enemy ship and sabotage the ship from the inside. I gathered my few personal battlefield items (i.e. my shotgun, my M6D handgun, and perhaps, ok, definately most importantly my A.I. Sarah. We then boarded the albatross. Liberty provided us with covering fire as the albatross delivered us to the enemy's hangar. We reached the hanger without anything more than a few bruised shoulders, from slamming into the floor when the ship suddenly lurches in the complete opposite direction in order to evade enemy fire. We filed out of the dropship. Everyone of us looked around for the Covenant. Surprisngly, we didn't see anything. Not a jackal, not a grunt, not an elite, not a hunter, nothing. Zip. Zero. Nada. Then we saw it. It was a thin rippling in the air. The active camoflauge disappeared and we saw a gold armored zealot with energy sword in hand. It ran at Spartan 391. I stepped in front of 391 and faced the charging zealot. I grabbed my shotgun, aimed for the head, and squeezed the trigger. Not a moment to soon. I felt the heat from the plasma for an instant and then it died as the fail-safe was activated. I'm being ordered to Hurkz now. More on the battle later.

December 9, 2545

Continuing with the battle. I heard several squeaky cries and then, a Grunt yelled, "Oh no, the Demon killed Elite, run!" We saw eight Grunts along with a pair of jackals run out fom behind a Phantom. The Grunts fired at us with their plasma pistols. I opened up on them with my M6D. The rest of the squad follows suit, but it was too late. I had already eliminated the grunts with headshots between the eyes. The Jackals tried to run, but one of our three snipers, 402 sniped them each in the head. Spartan Group Omega charged down the corridors, pistols, shotguns, and assault rifles blazing all the way. I racked up another three kills. 391 scored seven, 402 sniped five, and as Sarah tells me several other kills were made by other members of SGO. Sarah had been noticing an apparent lack of Hunters, that was troubling her. It had been bothering me too. We reached the ship's control center, when we realized why. The Hunters had been massing in the control center in an effort to maintain control of the ship. Three Elites stood in the center each with a wierd set of armor on. It appeared they were guards of some sort, but gurding what. It was 422 that pointed it out to me. They were guarding a holographic projection of a Covenant of unnown classification. One of the 'guards' saw us and charged. The rest of the Covenant hoarde followed suit. SGO opened up and I entered what a fellow Spartan back on Reach had called 'Spartan Time.' Eveything slowed down and sped up all at once. It was a quick, but tiresome battle. Dodge here, shoot this. Step here, through grenade there. I killed the guard charging with a shotgun blast to the chest. Not very original, but it worked. I then through a grenade into some Hunters and killed one with a follow up job of emptying a whole clip from my pistol into it's orange worm-like hide. I saw most of the other Hunters go down under fire from the rest of SGO. I have to go eat at the Mess Hall. I will conclude this tomorrow.

December 10, 2545

SGO had decimated most of the Covenant forces when a blast knocked most of us to the floor. Sarah quickly told me that more Covenant Cruisers jumped out of Slipspace and were not only firing on Liberty, but were also firing on the cruiser we we just happened to be occupying. She told me that the holographic being had told the other enemy ships that we were on board and that we must be destroyed at all costs. I ordered the team to run as fast as we could to the albatross. We encounterd minimal resistence, most of the Covenant were trying to escape also. We finally got to our dropship, when we heard UNSC weapon fire along with plasma weapon fire fom inside the albatross. SGO climbed inside. I ran to the cockpit to find our pilot dead, and three Grunts standing over him. One was smart enough to say, "Oops." ''Blam. Blam. Blam.'' Three shells fired, three kills. A bit of over kill, but it was enjoyable. Fortunately for SGO, we had to Spartans, 389 and 413 that were dropship trained pilots. They fired up the albatross's engines and took off. We were out of there. We made it back to Liberty safe and sound, too bad I couldn't say the safe for Liberty herself. Fortune smiled upon us that day, as several more UNSC ships came to our aid. One Pillar of Autumn was carrying several Spartans, most notably, Spartan-117. He was known to some as John, but most knew him as the Chief. He and his Spartans decimated four covenant cruisers that day. I wonder if one day our, humanity's, fate will rest in his hands.