Space Marine Spartan Novels & Stories

The long trip west had been punctuated by one inflight refueling, but all three of the cybernetic aircraft managed to complete the journey. One of the insectoid looking craft carried Kairi, Marco, and Sophie, while the others were packed with troops selected by the recently promoted Sergeant Major Sparrow. Half the security force was composed of biological bodies, while the rest consisted of reactivated Trooper IIs. Not what the noncommissioned officer wanted... but what the political situation would permit. Or, as Kairo put it, "The idea is to make friends, but waste the city". Still, it pays to be careful, and make an impression, which was why Sparrow and his troops were allowed to deass t

They have obviously done this before. The goggles light up and now I see a narrow hallway in a spaceship. I can see the others in front of me and Lazarus beside me. They are all clad in a white uniform and have a helmet that renders them faceless. Everyone has a band of different colors on their arms. I look down at me and see that I have the same outfit. Kurn is at the front and waves us forward, he has a blue band on his arm. Lazarus has a red and I have a green. Sulu is purple, Makkan yellow and Reli is pink. This really feels like a real spaceship.

He felt a spark of destiny in his soul, a feeling that told him his entire life of training and fighting had led him to this one moment where he had to be a hero for a princess in need. "I give you my word as a Beta and as a man who has never lost a fight, that I will be the shield that stops his arrows and the fire that burns his darkness away from your path. You are safe now, Jillian, and I will stay with you until the sun rises and the shadows are forced to run back to the holes where they belong!" Beta Paul said. He reached out and brushed a stray hair from her face, his touch so gentle that it made Jillian’s heart skip a beat even in the middle of her terror.

The hangar bay of the U.S.S. Constitution felt like a pressure cooker. Steam hissed from the hydraulic lifts as the Deep-Dive Submersible (a specialized underwater vehicle designed to withstand the weight of miles of ocean) was lowered into the moon pool. This wasn't the Nautilus-7; this was a military-grade "Sparrow," a compact, iron-clad vessel reinforced with Ablative Lead Plating (sacrificial layers of metal that absorb radiation and pressure) to survive the radioactive depths of the Acheson Trench (the deepest, most pressurized canyon on the ocean floor).

Isn't that why most guys join the military in the first place? He shakes his head. "Not even then. I spent my time in a SEAL team. We were mostly overseas, and when we were here, it was training, drills, and hanging with the guys. We weren't exactly relationship people," Spencer answers, using air quotes around the world relationship. "All right, but if we're going to do this, we have to do it right." Spencer's face lights up. "Whatever you say, babe. Tell me what to do." He starts to unbutton his shirt until I shoo him away with a hand. "You have to walk out of the room then back again." Duh.