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My compilation of... Majestic centered stuffs
Part 6
Happy birthday to Spartan Tedra Grant!
Today is her -508th birthday!
Grant was born on Arcadia two years after the Covenant's attempted destruction of the colony. Sixteen years later, the Covenant returned. Grant escaped the planet's destruction and joined the military police shortly thereafter. She joined the SPARTAN-IV program during its early years, testing out the MJOLNIR GEN2 armor before its eventual rollout. She then began active duty as a member of Fireteam Majestic.
Majestic was assigned to UNSC Infinity and took part in the Requiem campaign, a series of engagements between the UNSC and Jul 'Mdama's Covenant to take control of the shield world.
Grant was also a good friend of Gabriel Thorne, encouraging him to return to New Phoenix after the Composer attack killed his last remaining relative. The two attended New Phoenix's reopening together, with Grant acting as emotional support when Thorne returned to his home.
It is unknown if Grant was stationed on Infinity when it was attacked by the Banished.
In canon (~2560), she is turning 27!
You know how they say that technically the taller you are you should be colder because the warmth has more space to cover? What if that were true for the Spartans? Namely John. John just gives me vibes of a dad who’s always cold and can’t go anywhere without socks on.
So anytime Infinity is passing by a star or in the atmosphere of a sunny planet - and John just so happens to be on board - then it becomes a regular occurence to see him napping in some strange spot on S-deck, just quietly tucked away in a brightly lit corner. One day, another spartan wonders what the big deal is with this older spartan just lying around like that. He summons the courage to ask John one day but then he accidentally steps into the sunpatch and feels the warmth on his foot and just understands.
Next thing you know, Commander Palmer comes down to S-deck after a long day on the bridge and the entire length of the hall just has spartans sprawled everywhere with blankets and pillows from their rooms. Some of them are propped up against the wall and their heads limply lolled to the side. Thorne is laid out flat, Grant is draped over him in the most awkward position and Spartan Ray is using her leg as a pillows but they’re all dead asleep. It genuinely looks like some sort of nap bloodbath and she panics for a solid second before she realizes what’s going on. She can’t say anything because technically it is connected to the commons room and there are couches and lounge spots set up down the length of that hall anyway and they are allowed to hang out there.
Additionally, one day she steps onto S-Deck and finds Captain Lasky drooling on one of the couches there because he had a thirty minute break and needed to hide someplace that no one would think to find him.
So anyway, I headcannon that spartans are just big ol cats. Simple. They see a sunpatch and they have to take a nap right there.
UNSC Infinity Week Fanwork Challenge Week 21-27 September 20
A week of fan art, fan fic, gifs and other fan works to celebrate the UNSC Infinity and her crew
Day 1: Boarded, Family, Future, Minor Crimson
“Attention all hands, now hear this! We’ve been boarded from the port side hangar! Spartan Fireteams Majestic, Crimson, and Diamond report to security stations.”
“Thank you, Roland.”
“Aye, Sir.”
Captain Thomas Lasky was not having a good day. First he’d spilled his morning coffee over a stack of requestion forms, then they’d run into a small fleet of Storm Covenant, now this. Really. What else could go wrong?
“Come about, steer course 2-7-0. Reroute non-critical power to get the port side shield back up.”
“Sir, Wolf-6 reports diminished manuvering capacity. She took a hit from a Plasma Torpedo.” His Communications Officer reported. The Infinity’s Stridents were probably what was keeping them in a decent tactical position right now.
“Have Commander Snow fall back to point X-ray and focus on providing long range fire support with her MAC.”
“Sir.”
“Roland, status of boarders?” Lasky turned towards the little yellow avatar of the A.I.
“A couple of Elites slipped the line, but they couldn’t send anyone to stop them. They cloaked and I lost track of them. Sorry, Sir.” The little A.I. looked truly disheartened.
Lasky gave him an encouraging smile. “It’s—“
And then the door blew open.
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Commander Sarah Palmer was certainly enjoying her day. First she’d had an opportunity to kick Fireteam Everest’s collective ass for being late to a Wargames Sim, then they’d run into a Covvie fleet, and now she was killing Covvies. What better a day was there?
Sarah reloaded her dual magnums and vaulted over a stack of crates she’d been hiding behind. This was the best part about being a Spartan.
She fired two rapid shots into the chest of an Elite from each magnum, and ducked as it swung an energy sword at her. A quick burst of automatic gunfire signaled the expected relation from Spartan Thorne.
Note to self: Chat with Thorne more often. He’s a decent guy. Maybe I can soften the hardass reputation just a little.
Palmer rose to her full height and Spartan Kicked the Elite in the chest, sending him to the ground and breaking his shield. He attempted to reach for his pistol, but Sarah put a bullet between his eyes.
Just a little.
“Frag out!” For a designated marksman, Spartan Grant used grenades quite a lot.
Bam!
One frag equals three Jackals and a Grunt.
The red armored form of Crimson-2 sprinted forward, and then slid on her knees between the legs of a raging Hunter which turned around in an attempt to attack her.
Crack, crack!
And proceeded to collapse when the trap was sprung, two SRS99 rounds from Crimson-3’s rifle fatally puncturing its back.
Then came the- “Backblast clear!” explosion of the Lich that had dropped off the Covvies.
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He was back at Corbulo.
What the hell was he doing back here?
No, Sir. I’ll be the decoy.
Lasky, no.
You sweep them from behind.
Cadet.
Lasky....
AXIOS!
Lasky!
Captain!
What..?
Get down! Get to the ‘Hog, I’ll draw their fire!
Where’d he go?!
Chief!
Cover me! Lasky, go!
Automatic rifle fire filled his ears.
Captain!
What the hell...?
“Goddamnit, TOM!”
Lasky’s eyes snapped open. Oh yeah. They were being boarded. He looked to his right, and saw Roland standing in his typical position on the command table. He’d have to thank the A.I. later. For now though?
Tom’s mind kicked into overdrive. The sailor rolled to his feet and took the lay of the land. One dead marine. Two dead crewman. Three Spec-Ops Elites. Bridge crew trying to work out of their stupor and fight back.
Let’s see if we can fix this.
Tom pulled his magnum from its holster and put a bullet into the shield of an Elite that had picked up a crewman by the throat. He certainly caught its attention, as it threw the woman to the side and started walking towards him.
The Captain pulled the trigger again, and again, then performed a combat roll to get out of range of the thing’s sword, only for its hoof to come down on his back. “Ack-!”
Fully expecting an energy sword to the back of the head, he was surprised when the Elite stumbled forward. Then his brain clocked on the MA5 fire. Glancing back, he was not surprised to see the same crewman he ‘rescued’ holding a pilfered MA5 that had come from the fallen marine.
Tom, Bud, focus please?
Right...
He blinked slightly and retrieved his fallen weapon, then opened up on the Elite. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two more marines from the bridge guard shift crash tackle an Elite before blowing its brains out with a shotgun.
Then the entire crew turned their attention to the final Elite.
The bridge crew moved like a well-oiled machine.
Like family.
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“Majestic, engage!”
Palmer took half a second to glance over at DeMarco as he barked an order. The team leader had pulled his captured energy sword from its place magnetized to his thigh, unnecessarily twirled the hilt between his fingers, and the activated it before charging into the fray.
Despite how much he annoyed her, sometimes she couldn’t argue with the Spartan’s enthusiasm. Sarah jammed another magazine into her magnum and followed him. Just like Majestic. Just like Crimson.
Like a well-oiled machine.
Like family.
They were fighting for the Infinity’s future.
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Here it is, my (slightly late) @infinity-week Day 1.
I really should’ve posted this on my writing blog @am-i-right-marines but I happened to draft here.
Friend tags: @bomboclaaty @soclonely , @sw-maddie
