The Imperial Campaign: Fallen Empire

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Approximately 25 anxious minutes later, the cliché words, "I'm in." rang out.

"Great, connect me."

"Done."

"Get me Kallin, now!!"

A nervous Red Eagle operator was on the receiving end.

"C-Call sign, sir?"

"Hang on a sec-"

-011 dug his memory trying to remember his callsign.

"Oh yeah, ONI-011AlphaRed, requesting direct contact with General Kallin!"

"Y-Yes sir!"

Then it was Kallin's turn.

"-011 you son of a gun! Where were you! We're-"

"I need a Condor."

"What?"

"Alpha is currently under hostile surveillance. I need a Condor."

"OK..."

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Oh yeah guys, and reading back a few pages(in the '50s), I found the perfect way to tie in the Warriors and X37 as being created by Dr. Arcadia.

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Z19 recognized the spartan’s voice, but he couldn’t quite remember who it was. He had seen a lot of old men in the UNSC that looked like him, so he couldn’t be identified either. The spartan kicked at Daniel’s feet,

“All right, this is General Archer. You will follow all of his commands without hesitation! You are currently UNSC POWs, and you will remain that way until this conflict is over. Marines!”

The marines marched a few steps forward and began escorting the prisoners away. They were all thrown in a large, poorly lit cell together. The “General Archer” walked in, cold as ever.

“Listen, we will be interrogating all of you shortly. You will not leave this ship for a long time, so do yourself a favor and make the process as easy and painless as possible. Goodnight.”

There were ten bunks in the dark room, with a table and plenty of chairs. Hex sat at the table and opened the box that was on it. A pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a box of cards. She mumbled,

“At least their hospitable...”

A dark figure sitting in the corner interrupted,

“You don’t have any idea of what they’re doing, do you?”

Hex stammered as the starved, one armed woman stumbled to the table.

“A-Arcadia!?”

“Yeah, what’s the big deal?”

“You’ve been MIA for weeks! Are you okay?”

“Well, they won’t give me my arm back, so that’s that.”

“Doctor, you know why they’ve given us this box?”

“You’re not going to leave for a long time. They’re trying to round up all of Alpha.”

There was silence across the whole room. Z19 decided to claim his bunk and sleep for the night. Everyone was awakened at 5:00 by a sharp buzzing. Archer walked in and called out Daniel for the first interrogation. He came back by 7:00 and Z19 was next.

“Welcome back, Spartan Grade 6: Z19. Now, would you mine telling me some things about your dear friends in Alpha?”

“Yes.”

“Too bad. Tell me who this is, our scouts didn’t recognize her.”

The general pulled up a picture of a young, half-prosthetic girl with brown hair.

“Oh, that’s Ava. Her description is—complicated.”

“Uhuh, and where is she currently?”

“I’d rather not put my friends in danger.”

“No, you aren’t putting them in danger. We are just reuniting the whole Alpha family.”

“On a prison ship, I’m not telling you where they all are.”

“We can change that.”

Archer nodded at someone behind Z19 and he braced as he heard a sharp clicking behind him...

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Rogue, you can cover Daniel’s interrogation.

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The Condor arrived shortly.
A bewildered pilot was suddenly moved aside whilst a confident Mischief walked into the cockpit, taking over the controls. Beast was next.
As far as anyone could remember, he never spoke. Only grunted, and sometimes let out a roar of rage during fights.
His armour seemed normal, and that was the scariest part.
Beast didn't look out of place, yet he was.
His favourite pass time, as far as anyone had ever gathered, was tearing rats in half.
No one ever knew where the rats came from.
In battle, he was the one who made you run for your life.
He was no longer human, as far as anyone was concerned, he became the beast. His savage nature would become apparent as he immediately tore the enemy to shreads, something that was usually a last resort for a warrior, once all their munitions had depleted entirely, or if they didn't have a weapon.
Back in the days if the Human-Covenant war, he'd fallen in love with a gravity hammer, so to say. It never left his side.
He threw it down on the floor and sat on the nearest seat.
He was closely followed by Cold, who muttered her disdain at him under her breath.
She was in turn followed by Joker who had decided he'd juggle his sniper rifle and his magnum for the rest of the trip.
Joker was pursued by Edgy, who tapped him on his shoulder, attempting to sabotage his juggling.
The supersoldier was accompanied by ava, who was clearly not content with the immaturity of her new companions.
An immaturity that seemed strange in contrast with what they were, and where they were.
Angel was almost last on board, she was about to close the ramp when she remembered -011 was outside.
Why he hadn't come aboard, she could only guess.
She quickly ran back out and grabbed him by the The shoulder before attempting to drag him inside.

"WAIT!!"

"What? Mischief is about to leave!"

"I know, but I'm checking there are no active Anti-Air batteries on the area."

"So?"

"There aren't, let's go."

With that, the ramp shut and the Condor took off abruptly.

"Mischief, ETA?"

"23 minutes boss!"

"I meant to Kallin's cruiser."

"Oh. 14 minutes then."

"Right, we'll drop the pilot off and then we send an entire UNSC ship to h3ll and back!"

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Daniel sat across from the general,

Archer opened, Welcome Lieutenant ONI is it? — He continued, If you co-operate things will be much better for you.


Daniel retorted, This isn't my first rodeo old man, I've been through this before.


Archer responded in a still calm voice, Woah there you don't want to make your life here harder, if you would see that the Red Eagles were terrorists we wouldn't have any issues tell me what do you know about X37, Project Achilles, Project Warrior.
We would like to lets say... Replicate the successes of these projects.



Daniel stated, how about no.


Archer replied, Perhaps you could be persuaded by time, lord knows you have alot of it.


Daniel replied, Wait what exactly are you offering me in return for what I know?


Archer replied, Freedom, full pardon and citizenship of a colony of your choosing, 2,500,000 credits all in exchange for locations of ONI and Red Eagle bases, any information you have on the projects previously mentioned and any details on members if alpha dead or alive.



I'll give you time to think Helios after all aren't you tired of this war?



Were done here.

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ETA From Kallin to UNSC ship:
9 minutes


Several broadswords came up behind the Condor as it left the cruiser again, with one pilot less.
Mischief began evasive maneuvers as they opened fire, whilst Cold jumped on the controls for an exterior turret.
Joker didn't catch his magnum and sniper as the shuttle swerved, and he gave up on juggling.
A Broadsword exploded behind them.

ETA: 5 minutes

The UNSC's point defence turrets started to fire.
Another broadsword exploded.
-011 grabbed Ava to stop her from falling over as Mischief executed a particularly rough turn.

ETA: 2 minutes

Another squad of broadswords joined the chase.

ETA: 36 seconds

One of the Condor's engines exploded in a fireball as they approached the Hangar.
Mischief dropped the landing gear and yelled, "Brace for impact!"
The Condor crashed into the hangar, knocking out several pelicans and tearing off its wings as it skidded to a halt, leaving a trail of burning debris in its wake.
-011 immediately kicked the ramp open, almost tearing it off its hinges.
And ran out, dual-wielding SMGs.
"Go, go, go!"

He was quickly followed by the rest of the group and as they made their way to the exit, the Condor exploded, engulfing the hangar in flames as fuel canisters were lit up.
-011 rushed everyone through the doors, then activated the blast doors as the flames sped towards them.
He turned around to see Beast with something in his hands.
It was an arm.
He didn't need to be a genius to figure it out.
A shredded guard lay on the floor, and Ava was almost deathly pale, just as she vomited.
-011 shrugged and ordered them to split up in pairs, except one group would have Ava too.
The Warriors weren't especially argumentative when it came to choosing so no squabbling took place.

Naturally, everyone looked at -011 when it came down to who took Ava.
He gestured at her and Angel to follow him down the corridor whilst the pairs went down their seperate paths.
By this point, the alarms were blaring in full swing: fire alarm, intrusion alarm, etc.
-011 smiled under his helmet as he ran towards the detention block.

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The containment door for Alpha was suddenly ripped off. Hex picked up a chair and aimed it at the door. When 011 managed to pry it off, a small plastic chair hit him in the chest. It didn’t do anything and he sighed as he brushed a chunk of plastic off of his armor. Only Hex and Daniel were in the room, so 011 asked where he was.

“If they used the same room for him, I know where he is.”

Daniel yelled, not forgetting to nab a few cigarettes from the box in conjunction with the lighter. They all ran down a few corridors before reaching the hall of interrogation rooms. They kicked down every door found until they hit the right one. Z19 was in the sixth room, slouched over with an old man in front of him. Hex ran up and punched Archer square in the face, yelling

“Get off of him!”

He threw the unarmed Hex off but couldn’t escape 011’s grasp.

“Ack, just, let me go!”

011 picked Archer up by the neck and proceeded to throw him into the wall. Angel had been working on the unconscious Z19 while Ava watched the door. Sure enough a security guard tried to run in blindly and he ended up with a knife through his skull. Angel injected Z19 and stimulated his consciousness. He woke up in a flash but couldn’t stand properly. 011 rolled his eyes and picked up Z19. He called through the comms,

“Alright Warriors, we have all of the hostages we need. Rendezvous at Hangar—“

“RARGHHH!!!”

An alarm sounded through the entire ship. Cold came in on the comms,

“D@mn it! Beast just ripped something out of the reactor controls. Can I at least get paired with someone else next time?!”

“Ugh, just regroup at Hangar 15 okay?”

Everyone ran out of the interrogation room but Hex. She figured it couldn’t hurt to take back Archer, so she grabbed one of the bloodied handcuffs from the table and put them on him. Everyone was at the hangar soon enough, and they found one last condor. They left the ship and shortly after it collapsed and split into hundreds of pieces. Beast sat down next to Ava, and she promptly moved one seat farther away from the blood covered maniac.

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The containment door for Alpha was suddenly ripped off. Hex picked up a chair and aimed it at the door. When 011 managed to pry it off, a small plastic chair hit him in the chest. It didn’t do anything and he sighed as he brushed a chunk of plastic off of his armor. Only Hex and Daniel were in the room, so 011 asked where he was.

“If they used the same room for him, I know where he is.”

Daniel yelled, not forgetting to nab a few cigarettes from the box in conjunction with the lighter. They all ran down a few corridors before reaching the hall of interrogation rooms. They kicked down every door found until they hit the right one. Z19 was in the sixth room, slouched over with an old man in front of him. Hex ran up and punched Archer square in the face, yelling

“Get off of him!”

He threw the unarmed Hex off but couldn’t escape 011’s grasp.

“Ack, just, let me go!”

011 picked Archer up by the neck and proceeded to throw him into the wall. Angel had been working on the unconscious Z19 while Ava watched the door. Sure enough a security guard tried to run in blindly and he ended up with a knife through his skull. Angel injected Z19 and stimulated his consciousness. He woke up in a flash but couldn’t stand properly. 011 rolled his eyes and picked up Z19. He called through the comms,

“Alright Warriors, we have all of the hostages we need. Rendezvous at Hangar—“

“RARGHHH!!!”

An alarm sounded through the entire ship. Cold came in on the comms,

“D@mn it! Beast just ripped something out of the reactor controls. Can I at least get paired with someone else next time?!”

“Ugh, just regroup at Hangar 15 okay?”

Everyone ran out of the interrogation room but Hex. She figured it couldn’t hurt to take back Archer, so she grabbed one of the bloodied handcuffs from the table and put them on him. Everyone was at the hangar soon enough, and they found one last condor. They left the ship and shortly after it collapsed and split into hundreds of pieces. Beast sat down next to Ava, and she promptly moved one seat farther away from the blood covered maniac.
This is some great work.

It feels exactly like something the Warriors would do: quick, effective, but with some chaos.

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-011 sat in the vacant spot left by Ava.
She realised that none of the other Supersoldiers actively felt repulsed by Beast, they just got exasperated by his brutal nature.
Then she noticed that they all had a similar red mark on the right of their chest plate:
A red devil holding a trident and posing differently for each of them.
Beast's was on all fours seemingly like a rabid beast... Then it hit her. Those marks helped them identify each other in the thick of battle because of the vibrant red.
Smart.

"So who are you really?"

The question was directed at - 011.
He looked back at her.

"We're supersoldiers designed to kill the covenant with ruthless efficiency, unlike the Spartans who were designed to destroy rebellion originally. "

"Is that so? What makes you better? You just look bigger."

"We're bigger, stronger, faster, possibly smarter, and much more survivable."

He knocked on his own chest plate.

"This was designed to absorb a direct fuel rod charge and survive. We were designed with the covenant specifically in mind."

"So you're just made to kill elites and Brutes, huh. Not very glorious."

-011 dropped his voice suddenly.

"Although the opportunity never arose during that war, I suspect we were also intended to kill spartans. They could kill elites and Brutes too, so why make us, if not to control them..."

Ava's eyes widened.

-011 got up and walked towards the cockpit.

"Mischief, ETA to Kallin?"

"2 minutes boss."

-011 looked back.

"Tell him to get me a medical team on arrival."

-011's clear lack of caring for the hierarchy was understandable when you thought about how he was capable of killing almost anything with his bare hands.
An offended Naval officer was the least of his concerns.
What would they do? Court martial him?

Ava was almost certain he could rip a covenant Hunter in half if he wanted to.


Kallin was also beginning to understand why ONI had insisted on using control chips on this guy.
He wasn't afraid to completely disregard orders and do his own thing.
Something a Spartan would never have even considered when children were still being used.

As the shuttle craft landed in the hangar, -011 appeared, a semi-conscious Z19 draped over his massive shoulder, and a very pale, and very thin Dr. Arcadia in his other arm.
The medical team immediately began their work.

Kallin came down to (offer to) debrief them.

-011 started however.

"In the immediate circumstances, we have just rescued all of the captured Alpha through two teams of Warriors, whilst one accidentally sabotaged the reactors, and the others caused general chaos and secured our extraction."

"-And we have a prisoner." added Hex.

-011 looked at her confused then realised she had the old man from the detention block handcuffed and unconscious, a side-effect of being slammed into a wall by a 10 foot supersoldier.

"Yes, we do. I also came here with the original goal of providing valuable Intel on the UNSC. I'll have that prepared for you shortly."

Kallin noted the lack of "Sir."
-011 was asserting his authority.
Then he dropped to a more serious tone.

"G0d knows how long they've had Dr. Arcadia.
In that time she could've given them any number of information regarding us. And by that I mean Orion III.V, codenamed Warrior.
They could've restarted that project, and given enough time, they'll have their own Warriors."

Kallin nodded. He paused, processing the information.

"And how long does it take for a batch of Warriors to be completed?"

"Without complications, 6 years maximum. Too long for ONI during the war with the Covenant, but relatively short compared to older Orion projects."


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