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Before I continue, I'd like to take a moment to explain that Morgan James Remington is actually a squad mate of mine from when I was in the Marines. We used to play Halo in our off time. Now that I've been honorably discharged(I got hit by a rock when a grenade exploded and it messed up my vision really bad), he sends me video mails talking about "all the fun I'm missing out on" (the prick).

This story is mainly science fiction. So, don't expect any real events, but there are some real people.

Also, this may look similar to my buddy, Xendane's work, that's because we both share a passion for literature, and we both read one too many Splinter Cell books.

Also, a reference picture to what Morgan described these guys to look like: http://public4.tektek.org/img/av/0907/d08/0927/2e38759.png

Now let's begin.

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SIERRA: Morgan Remington's Story

Prologue: Enter Sierra 1

Morgan would easily admit he wasn't a professional at much, just as he would easily admit he'd never fired a gun at all in his life up until the time he entered the Marines. Harsh training courses and even worse drill sergeants usually left him trying to figure out how a pistol worked so he could possibly kill himself. Of course, since he had never actually fired a gun, he usually ended up somehow taking out the clip and smacking himself in the face with it.

A good friend of Morgan's, Captain Jason Haley, said that boot camp, if you weren't particularly good at it, would easily take you a long time to finally complete. Jason had said he'd only been there for the better part of about six days when he was thrown into his first battle after the incidents of the first Terran Wars. Now that he was out of the military, Morgan wondered if he could accomplish the same thing. So far? Well, he wasn't doing very good at it.

Early morning, about six o' clock, the drill sergeant would enter the bunkers and have his two assistants take hoses and spray anybody who didn't immediately wake up when ordered to. Morgan, who was a heavy sleeper, got the full blast every single time.

Sergeant Greene. Not a nice man at all.

Every day, from six in the morning to seven in the evening, Morgan and his bunker mates would suffer through training courses that left him bloody, bruised, and very much tired. Each evening, after training, when Morgan wished everything could be quiet, there would be loud party going on behind him while he checked his video mail, and people kept getting in the way when he tried to send one to Jason back home. The responses he got were some of the biggest slaps in the face he'd ever had.

"Hey, who was the kid with the tattoos giving you bunny ears?"

"I'm glad my bunk mates weren't like yours..."

"Man, you make my life in boot camp seem boring, what with all the noise."

At least Morgan thought they were b*tch slaps from over the net.

Today, however, the video mail Morgan got was from somebody else he knew: Sergeant Major Dusti Thompson of the Roughnecks, which, if one knew their history, was originally a group of three people, all of whom now infamous for their deeds, but was now an entire regiment of men and women twice as capable as any of the marines in training, and twice as efficient as any strike team. Aside from GHOST Elites, that was.

The message was that Dusti was to relay a message from the Roughneck's regiment leader, Former Master Chief Petty Officer Jason Matroya, and the message was: "Hang in there, kid. I see you becoming a real hot shot in the Roughnecks someday."

That made Morgan feel better as he slowly fell asleep. A legend like Jason Matroya, telling him that he could possibly be special?

Dude. Awesome.
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Fun Facts:

1. Master Chief Petty Officer is one of the highest officer ranks in the Navy. Jason Matroya was a Naval Officer before he got transferred by the General to the Marines. The excuse? "They could use a good ass-kicking." Nowadays, he's technically a Battalion General, but people still call him "The Chief" or "Master Chief" or "MCPO".

2. Jason Matroya is also not a real person. He's a hero in Jason's stories, though.

3. Dusti Thompson as Sergeant Major of the Marines is sort of true. He's actually just a Sergeant Major. In this story, that's a bit different, but I never saw how that effected a soldier in combat.

Hope you enjoy reading.

Hey there. Name's Leif, and... well, I'm obviously new here. I was referred here by a friend of mine, he said that some of my other friends were on here.

If anybody sees a Xendane or R3c0Nzi13, or maybe a Ninja Riyu, drop them a line and tell them I'm here, I have a funny feeling Jason's going to be the first to respond, since we're close friends. And when I say close, I mean CLOSE.

Here's why: (WARNING! This may be a little more info than necessary)

When I was still living with my family, I was the punching bag. Everybody beat the living cr*p out of me, even my brother, although he hated having to do so. My dad was a drunkard who thought of me as a worthless little b*tch, my mom was a drug addict who would knock my *ss senseless if she didn't get her fix, my sister was just a stuck up b*tch, and my brother was forced to beat me up so that he wouldn't get hurt for being soft on me. In other words, it wasn't fun.

I would enter my class with huge welts and bruises, often times bleeding. This was before I met Jason.

Jason went through much of the same pain I did, but his started from the day he turned 5 years old. His father, mother, and younger siblings were all killed in a massive car crash in Russia, leaving him and his older sister orphaned. An "Old Family Friend" from America was "Kind" enough to "Take Jason In" and they made sure his life was terrible for a good two years. Then, he met the Tale family, who were another set of family friends. When he and his step brother, Jeremy Tale, met me in first grade, the first question Jason ever asked me when we were friends was:

"Who do I need to beat the cr*p out of for hurting you?"

Jason would often times come over to my house to hang out, and he got to experience the full extent of my own personal torture, and when he had finally seen enough, he gave me the best piece of advice I'd ever heard from my friends:

"If they give you too much hassle, don't hesitate to come stay with me. I'll make sure they don't take one step towards you."

So, yeah, I did. And since then, me and Jason have been very, very, very, VERY close friends. Jason even went as far as to accept me as a "replacement brother", so TECHNICALLY, I'm a Haley now. But, I keep my own last name because my brother's still a Markus, and I want to keep my ties with at least HIM.

Like I said, more than necessary information, but I felt the need to say it.

That's all I'm willing to say, so... Yeah.