Title: Somewhere Fandom: Halo Prompt:005.Outsides
Title: Somewhere
Fandom: Halo
Characters:.
Prompt:005.Outsides
Word Count:756
Rating:G
Somewhere in Earth/Moon orbit
Somewhere in Earth/Moon orbit
23.10.2554 7:43
Annie
pushed herself off from the back of the newly opened airlock, feeling the sick
jerk in her internal organs as her momentum pushed her free from the residual
gravity of the Marathon class destroyer Yamato’s gravitational spin. Gene was just a few seconds behind her. Their
armor was new, blue, like space seen from the upper atmosphere it was rated for
twice the oxygen the regular suits, it had a backup re-breather, emergency
thrusters built into the power pack, gyroscopic vision augmentation, magnets
built into the boots and climbing hoots built into the gauntlets. All of it
designed to make navigating in zero g easier. God knows how much the specialized suits cost, but
they were the UNSC’s last-ditch effort to make the most of their seven
remaining 2.1 Spartans. The traditional green wouldn’t have been very effective
out here in space. Annie still didn’t like the fit, but there was no time to
quibble about things like that right now.
She
landed gently on a spinning piece of debris and pushed off again, not bothering
to check if Gene was following her. Of course he was. They did this with out EV tethers, they had thruster packs,
but they weren’t for this dangerous trek out into the battlefield.
Even
among the most elite, the Spartan’s, they were elite. No one else could do
this, navigate in zero g, with nothing but their brand new MJOLNIR armor
between them and hard vacuum, during a space battle. Sean and Felix always had
conniptions in zero G with out a tether, though she wouldn’t have minded having
Sean with her here right now. His uncanny knack with machines would have made
the whole mission much easier from the start. Charlie’s probability bending
luck wouldn’t have hurt either. Though she would have given anything for it to
be more than her and Gene out here in the middle of nothing.
They
were nearly there; Gene dodged around flying shrapnel and catapulted himself
forward, he caught up with Annie who was hanging onto a crystalline splinter of
hull that had once belonged to the carcass of a Covenant destroyer
“Whoa”
Gene said.
She
tapped his faceplate for silence, though she’d almost had the same reaction
herself.
Ever
since arriving the ship had done nothing, but even doing nothing it dwarfed the
entire remaining Covenant and their own. It had shot into the system, out of
nowhere; a lone transmission ordered them not to fire, and then, silence. It
had taken a wide, unstable orbit and since then had done nothing other than
drive the brass up the wall with anticipation.
“How
did the Master Chief get on that thing?” Gene wondered aloud, Annie shushed him
by tapping on his helmet, but privately she had always been thankful for his
constant chatter. The emptiness of
a hard vacuum run would have been unbearable had it been with the silence that
accompanied Ben or Joe, even Sean or Charlie’s hard sarcasm would have been
unwelcome. Their chatter filled the void.
“Ours
in not to know blue two” she said
“Amen
and pass the ammunition blue one” he replied. Annie could picture his smile as
they adjusted the throttle on their thruster packs.
“Amen”
She replied with a final adjustment to their trajectory and they were off at a
high burn that would last for all of fifteen seconds before they would eject
the external thruster packs and continue on momentum alone until they hit the
side o the strange ship on it’s next orbital pass. This sort of thing had to be
perfectly timed, the smallest miss calculation would send both of them spinning
into the earth’s atmosphere, or into the path of the still fighting destroyers
at the nearest Lagrange point. Grasscutter took care of that kind of thing, or
at least the smartAI put into calculations what Annie and Gene did by instinct.
He was loaded into Annie’s suit right now, flashing a bright red nav point on
her face plate with a declining point worth as he readjusted trajectory.
The
point worth reached zero, Grasscutter hissed angrily in her ear, she grabbed
Gene’s hand. Annie pushed all thoughts of miscalculations from her mind and
thumbed the trigger to set off the their primary thruster.
Thirty
seconds later she discarded the thruster and felt Gene squeeze her hand even
tighter. All of Grasscutter’s calculations couldn’t help them now if something
went wrong. From here on in it was all pure Spartan instinct.
Fandom: Halo
Characters:.
Prompt:005.Outsides
Word Count:756
Rating:G
Somewhere in Earth/Moon orbit
Somewhere in Earth/Moon orbit
23.10.2554 7:43
Annie
pushed herself off from the back of the newly opened airlock, feeling the sick
jerk in her internal organs as her momentum pushed her free from the residual
gravity of the Marathon class destroyer Yamato’s gravitational spin. Gene was just a few seconds behind her. Their
armor was new, blue, like space seen from the upper atmosphere it was rated for
twice the oxygen the regular suits, it had a backup re-breather, emergency
thrusters built into the power pack, gyroscopic vision augmentation, magnets
built into the boots and climbing hoots built into the gauntlets. All of it
designed to make navigating in zero g easier. God knows how much the specialized suits cost, but
they were the UNSC’s last-ditch effort to make the most of their seven
remaining 2.1 Spartans. The traditional green wouldn’t have been very effective
out here in space. Annie still didn’t like the fit, but there was no time to
quibble about things like that right now.
She
landed gently on a spinning piece of debris and pushed off again, not bothering
to check if Gene was following her. Of course he was. They did this with out EV tethers, they had thruster packs,
but they weren’t for this dangerous trek out into the battlefield.
Even
among the most elite, the Spartan’s, they were elite. No one else could do
this, navigate in zero g, with nothing but their brand new MJOLNIR armor
between them and hard vacuum, during a space battle. Sean and Felix always had
conniptions in zero G with out a tether, though she wouldn’t have minded having
Sean with her here right now. His uncanny knack with machines would have made
the whole mission much easier from the start. Charlie’s probability bending
luck wouldn’t have hurt either. Though she would have given anything for it to
be more than her and Gene out here in the middle of nothing.
They
were nearly there; Gene dodged around flying shrapnel and catapulted himself
forward, he caught up with Annie who was hanging onto a crystalline splinter of
hull that had once belonged to the carcass of a Covenant destroyer
“Whoa”
Gene said.
She
tapped his faceplate for silence, though she’d almost had the same reaction
herself.
Ever
since arriving the ship had done nothing, but even doing nothing it dwarfed the
entire remaining Covenant and their own. It had shot into the system, out of
nowhere; a lone transmission ordered them not to fire, and then, silence. It
had taken a wide, unstable orbit and since then had done nothing other than
drive the brass up the wall with anticipation.
“How
did the Master Chief get on that thing?” Gene wondered aloud, Annie shushed him
by tapping on his helmet, but privately she had always been thankful for his
constant chatter. The emptiness of
a hard vacuum run would have been unbearable had it been with the silence that
accompanied Ben or Joe, even Sean or Charlie’s hard sarcasm would have been
unwelcome. Their chatter filled the void.
“Ours
in not to know blue two” she said
“Amen
and pass the ammunition blue one” he replied. Annie could picture his smile as
they adjusted the throttle on their thruster packs.
“Amen”
She replied with a final adjustment to their trajectory and they were off at a
high burn that would last for all of fifteen seconds before they would eject
the external thruster packs and continue on momentum alone until they hit the
side o the strange ship on it’s next orbital pass. This sort of thing had to be
perfectly timed, the smallest miss calculation would send both of them spinning
into the earth’s atmosphere, or into the path of the still fighting destroyers
at the nearest Lagrange point. Grasscutter took care of that kind of thing, or
at least the smartAI put into calculations what Annie and Gene did by instinct.
He was loaded into Annie’s suit right now, flashing a bright red nav point on
her face plate with a declining point worth as he readjusted trajectory.
The
point worth reached zero, Grasscutter hissed angrily in her ear, she grabbed
Gene’s hand. Annie pushed all thoughts of miscalculations from her mind and
thumbed the trigger to set off the their primary thruster.
Thirty
seconds later she discarded the thruster and felt Gene squeeze her hand even
tighter. All of Grasscutter’s calculations couldn’t help them now if something
went wrong. From here on in it was all pure Spartan instinct.