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Team Pud
"You still with us, Will?" asked a handsomely dressed older gentlemen. His gray-black hair was slicked back and his suit was freshly pressed. The two soldiers that accompanied him stood expressionless.
"I'm fine, Mr. President. Can we get on with this, sir? These boys need to be well rested before we strip them of everything they've fought so hard for." The President nodded.
"Send them in." The President motioned to the soldiers behind him. The soldiers headed towards the doubles doors.
"Sir?" William said.
"Yes, Will?"
"Is this really our last option. Will the SPARTAN II's save the world?"
"I have no idea. But I know that they do extremly well against the Covenant in ground battles, so we'll need all the men we can. Luckily for us the scientists found away to make the operation 95% effective. No more mistakes. We need all the men we can get our hands on. The Pillar of Autumn will be launching with the first group of SPARTAN's along with this group."
"I understand, Mr. President. I just hope it's enough..."
The double doors burst open with a young man dressed in plain white, army issued, pajamas. When the soldier hit the floor another pajama wearing recruit came rushing through the door and pounced on top of him. A crowd of pajama wearing recruits poured through the door to see the fight. The soldier on top started slapping the bottom soldier, alternating hands.
"You like that, don'tcha!? Don't forget who'll always be the older brother!"
"You will! You will! I'm sorry!" The President grinned to Will. Willam became uncomfortable and forced a smile back to the President.
"We at least know the boys have spirit still, eh Will?" The president laughed. Will laughed slightly. He had too much on his mind to worry about making the President feel like he was a comedian.
"ALL RIGHT, THAT'S ENOUGH! Knock that shit off right now. You're UNSC Soldiers so act like it!" The soldier gave then bottom one a final slap and got off.
"Stoppin so soon? I was just gettin horny for you." The recruit laughed. His face bright red. As the recruit stood he blew a kiss the the man who had slapped him moments ago. Willam started to get angry.
"Gentlemen, please, calm down and have a seat." The group settled down and lined up. Each taking a seat in front of the podium. The President looked over the 14 men. His eyes met everyone one of theirs.
"Men..." The President started, "With much regret it is our duty to inform your family that all of your are dead. You all were being transfered to another base closer to a Covenant ground battle location when your drop ship was ambushed by waiting Covenant fighters. All of you were K.I.A." A recuit stood up.
"Ahhhh, Sir...we're not dead."
"Obviously, son." The President said, amazed with the recuits lack of intelligence. "What is your name?"
"Private Jon C...."
"Not anymore, boy! As of now, you, all of you, are K.I.A. You will be prepared for an operation that will enhance all of your abilities. You will be the 2nd set of SPARTAN II's, and I'm sure you boys have heard of the SPARTAN II's." Evereyone nodded. "Now while we can't force you to take on this responsibility, we'll understand if you don't want to take place in this high risk event, so speak up now and we'll send you packing with a new life living away from the battle. Anyone who's not brave enough, leave now........" There was a long pause.
"I'm not stickin around to get killed." said a recuited. He left his seat and made his way towards the double doors.
"Right behind ya, Neil." said another, fleeing from his seat. The President looked over the remaining recruits.
"Any others? No? Good. While we've figured a way to make this operation 95% successful there still is a chance for you boys to be...well...basically killed. You all understand?" The recuits stood, saluted, and gave off a loud "Yes sir!".
"Excellent. Now gentlemen, we've basically torn your real lives away from you. Everything you've been fighting for is now gone. I am truely sorry for that but you now have a new family. You 12 are now a family unit. Your names, ranks, medals, everything, will be taken. You will be called now by callsigns that you will issued by yourselves. We want you to be individuals still, but we also want you to be a team. You boys are the best of the best. Enjoy your last day as humans. In 24 hours you will be SPARTANS. Enjoy the rest of the day, do what you've always wanted to. Be in your quarters by 20:00 hours and report back here at 06:00 hours tomorrow. We'll then escort you to the Science labratory where you'll be altered. God Bless." The President stepped down for the podium and looked over the recuits once more. The Commander stood and smiled to the soldiers.
"DISSMISSED!" he bellowed. The recuits jummped up in single file, and jogged out the door. As the last recuit made it out the door William turned to the president. "Is this a good idea? Taking everying from them?"
"I don't know, Will. But I know, no one fights like a man who has nothing left to lose. Let's just hope these boys will fight harder than that."
"Amen..." William said.
"Have a seat, gentlemen. We'll be with you shortly." The scientist left the room and closed the door behind him. An awkward silence filled the room. Most of the men didn't know each other, but everyone knew one man...and he spoke.
"Anyone come up with a name yet?" he asked. His eyes wandered around from person to person. A tall, skinny man stood. He was a bit shaky being in front of a crowd, but wanted to speak anyway.
"I want to be called 'Urdman', because it reminds me of my real name."
"Boooooorrrrrrrrrrring." shouted the man everyone knew. "Hmmm...Urdman....'Beware the wrath of Urdman!' Not bad if you want your enemies to die laughing." He smiled slightly. "Who's next?"
Urdman mumbled to himself. "We'll I like it."
"Anyone else?"
Urdman's face lit up. "What's your name gonna be?"
He thought about it for a minute.
"My name is Pud. p-p-p-p-p-p Pud." He grinned "Like that song!"
"Viva el Pud!" came a shout. In the back of the group a young soldier. he had his fist in the air and was then back handed upside the head by another soldier with similar features.
"Speak english, buttwagon." said the slightly bigger one. The troops laughed together. The smaller one rubbed his head. "Anyway, I like the name Bandito, El Bandito." he paused in deep thought. "Labomba!" The slightly bigger one backhanded Bandito again.
"Yeah, Bandito, well this is Capt Morgan ordering you to shut the hell up!" Morgan backhanded Bandito a third time. Pud spoke up.
"What the hell was that last one for?"
"Well he....I....Just look at him!" El Bandito frowned."Thanks for stickin up for me, bro." Pud nodded. Urdman looked over the other three.
"I assume these are your little brothers" Urdman said. Pud and Bandito nodded while Morgan took a step back.
"I don't know these people." Laughter broke out again. The door swung open and the balding buck-toothed scientist from before appeared.
"We're doing 2 at a time. Who's going to be first?" Morgan nudged Bandito and they both raised their hands. "Very good, right this way." The brothers followed the scientist and the door closed behind them. Pud rubbed his chin and looked over the remaining troops. His eyes came to rest on a tall muscular recruit.
"What's your name, Hightower?"
"Ahhhh...." he was caught off guard by the question. "Just call me Crazy. Crazy Rich."
"Great, you, Abe Lincoln, what's your name?" The bearded man frowned
"Ha ha ha. Another great joke at my expense. Are you going to tell me that I could get shot with a beard like this? Someone already did." Pud leaned foward and put his face next to the bearded man.
"What's your name, boy."
"Mobi-Wan...I like to use-"
"I didn't ask for your life story...." Pud sighed if this was Earth's final hope, she was pretty much screwed. Pud's eye caught 2 recruits. One afraid of being out of his house and the other smiled to Pud.
"How we doin', Puddy?" asked the smiling one. "Mufufu reporting for action." Everyone had a another laugh. Pud smiled again.
"Hey corner rat, what's your name?" the frighten soldier pushed his glasses back in place.
"D-d-dickassman."
"OK," Pud said, "It's your hell." Pud wished he had some real troops. "How about you stick boy, what's your story?"
The slender one stood.
"Ghenoside?" Pud shot him a confused look.
"Is that your name or what you want me to do to you?" He looked at the man smoking and drinking a cup of hot coffee. "How about you, Caffine man." He dropped his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it, then gulpped his coffee down.
"Suk. I'm cocked, locked, and ready to rock Pud." Pud nodded to Suk, then surveyed the room. One tall and bulky, the other was covered in metal chains among other shiny objects hanging from his neck.
"Jeff Hardy?" Pud asked the troop in chains.
"Very funny, I'd prefer though, Pud, if you would to call me by the name I have choosen for myself. SondamnNsane."
"Pissa, and last, and maybe least, you. How 'bout it, too tall?"
'SNOOP!!!! Don't forget it or I'll break-a you face-a!" Everyone again laughed together. The scientist came back into the room.
"Next!"