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Guerrilla Defense: New York by someone that you dont know

Guerrilla defense -Part One- New York Is Going Down
Date: 28 May 2004, 2:01 AM

Authors Note: Just to let you know, you may think this is a ripoff of the Defending America series. In essence, it is. The whole deal about defending an American city and all. But, this is somewhat original. My own story. I just liked the whole "defense" thing. This is my first attempt at anything serious. Finally, something from me that is not a comedy or a poem. Oh yea, I didnt use the "code" so you code lovers out there, dont flame the reviews about the code. Love it, hate it, whatever. Enjoy.

Location: New York City
Date: 12/30/2567
Time: 1:00 AM

Sergeant Jamie Hazard rose from his bunk. With heavy eyes, he strode outside and let the fresh air wake him up. There was a sense of doom all around, filling the sergeant with despair. Not to mention how irritable the sergeant could be at 1:00 in the morning. He decided to see how the marines were doing; they have been working all night making a defensive grid around New York City.

As he approached the large buildings that made up New York City, he could barely make out the sound of power drills whining. The sergeant smiled to himself; at least his men were following orders, even during these tense times. Next stop, the communications room.

The communications room was botched together, using ancient Pentium VII computers and a whole arsenal of obsolete equipment. The COM room has been acting up lately, signals not getting through, power failures, everything bad that could happen, happened. One of the COM room operatives was busy typing madly on a computer. Not noticing the sergeant's presence, he continued to type and drink his coffee. Suddenly, the screen turned black, and green ominous letters appeared on every monitor in the COM room. ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US.
"Covenant hackers!"
"Can you fix it?" The sergeant spoke up. Every COM room operative immediately stood and saluted.
"At ease"
"Permission to speak freely sir?"
"Permission granted"
"Sorry, we did not notice your presence sir"
"I can't seem to lock on the hacker's source, it's moving too fast."
"What does this mean...."? Suddenly the monitors exploded, killing all of the COM room operatives, and a piece of flying shrapnel cut a deep gash across the sergeant's right cheek. Blood poured out of the wound, but the Sarge paid no attention.
"They're coming"

Location: New York City
Date: 12/30/2567
Time: 1:30 AM

By now, everyone was wide-awake. The marines manned their stations and prepared for the worst. The snipers were camped up on the medium sized buildings, their spotters keeping close watch with sharp eyes, looking through high tech night-vision telescopes.
Then, the signal sounded. A shrill whistle, piercing the early morning darkness, blew for the duration of 30 seconds, followed by a repetition of 5 short blasts. The covenant had arrived.

"Let's do this thing!" A marine shouted, followed by a roar of approval from the other marines. Surprisingly, their war whoops were drowned out by a much louder sound. Marching towards the doomed city, 1000 covenant soldiers seemed to have come out of nowhere. Running at full stride, tens of thousands of plasma bolts illuminated the sky in a fiery blue blaze. The marines shot first. A few rounds struck the grunts in the front row, killing them instantly. One round hit a methane tank, exploding, causing a chain reaction and effectively destroying the front ranks of covenant soldiers in a colorful arc of flames.
"Hell yea!"

Things were going well, until a whole fleet of wraith tanks came into view.
"Shit, wraith tanks!"
"Fire the moat!" The marines had previously dug a 10-meter wide 20-meter deep trench and lined the bottom with tungsten spikes. And just add to the fun, they filled it with 500 gallons of gasoline and other flammable liquids. The marines fired the moat. Resulting in the largest case of Greek fire ever recorded in human history. Flames 30 meters high towered over the covenant attackers. They paused for a minute, and proceeded. The wraith tanks easily dealt with the intense heat but were immediately stopped by the tungsten spikes, impaling the elites inside. Then they exploded, causing the trench to cave in and extinguish the flames.

"Damn it! That was our best defense!" The sergeant seriously had to rethink battle plans. They would have to save their anti-air missiles, just in case of an aerial assault. The snipers easily took care of about a hundred more covenant soldiers. Their screams of pain unnoticed by the adrenaline pumped marines.

The covenant commanders ordered a retreat in their tongue. Suddenly all was quiet.
"Yes! We won!"
"Not so fast soldier" The sarge ordered all to be quiet.
"Trust me, this is not like the covenant. They never retreat."
"Expect anything"

And, true to his word, the covenant came back for a second wave of assault. But this was a last ditch attempt. The wailing of banshees was heard overhead. Then, one by one, they crashed their craft into the buildings. Hundreds of marines garrisoned in the buildings died. Some jumped out, not wanting to die a burning death. One building fell, crushing the main portion of HQ. Unseen by the humans, a whole army of jackals were waiting just beyond view. And at the signal of the gold commander elite, all shields were activated. Blinding the humans for a second. The formation was ingenious. The front row of jackals formed a shield barrier, and the second row formed a barrier to deflect any overhead strikes. The classic. The marines fired their MA5B's merely bouncing off the shields. The jackals shot their plasma pistols, killing off half of the remaining marines. Not a hundred marines remained.

"The crossbows!" 20 giant crossbows were created as a last resort defense. They could only be shot once so the marines had to make sure they didn't miss. "Fire!" and twenty arrows, each one measuring 10 meters, went right through the luminescent shields and impaled about 300 covenant soldiers. "Who's up for some shish kabob?"
"Damn it! We can't hold them off for much longer. Everyone! Retreat to the World Trade Center!" After suffering 2 terrorist attacks, the World Trade Center was rebuilt. This was the third time it was rebuilt and it was about to get destroyed again.

To be continued.

Guerrilla defense -Part Two- Waiting in Line for Death
Date: 29 May 2004, 10:02 PM

Authors note: Part two of the Guerrilla defense series. Read the story, and give me some tips on how to write better. (I suck at writing) I used the "code" this time, so you got nothing on me "code" lovers

Location: New York City, World Trade Center
Date: 12/30/2567
Time: 2:30 AM

      "Move! Move! Move!" Sergeant Hazard ordered to retreat to the World Trade Center. He knew the marines couldn't survive another wave of attack, the covenant were just too strong. About 600 covenant remained, while only a mere 95 humans were left. Somehow, they would have to survive until evac arrived. Then they would have to nuke the whole city. The only way to be rid of the covenant for sure.
       Marines filed into the huge twin buildings. The snipers once again camped up on higher elevation. The marines on the bottom level had to make sure the covenant don't get into the building. Not an easy task, considering that the human's weapons were very ineffective against the elites shields.
      To the covenant, the battle was won. The foolish humans retreated. Moving into a large building. Perfect. The humans were all in one place; the covenant would just have to call in the bomber squad to take care of this nuisance.
Conversation in covenant tongue. Translated into English as well as possible.
"Bring in the bombers."
"Thirty minutes till arrival"
"Make it twenty"
"Yes sir"

      The covenant wanted to have a little "fun" before destroying the city, by sending the rest of their troops to "mop up" any human survivors. They arrived, guns blazing full blast. The tower the humans were stationed in gave off flashes of light as the marines retaliated, killing a handful of elites and about five grunts. Not very impressive. The snipers took out the back ranks. But there was the bulk of the "blue bastards" that still needed to be dealt with. Unable to hold them off, the covenant poured into the building. Killing pretty much the last remaining marines. It was a massacre not a struggle, as the covenant caught the marines by surprise. They began climbing up the stairs and some even attempted to operate the elevator.

"Hey, soldier"
"Cut the cords on the elevators"
"Lets show em that we're not giving up without a fight"
"Yes sir"

      It took six of the snipers to pry open the heavy elevator doors. But when they managed to get it open, they cut the cords, and what was now a metal deathtrap plunged 50 stories, accompanied by a satisfying crash at the bottom of the elevator shaft.

      As the battle raged on, humans and aliens dieing left and right. One stray plasma bolt hit an unfortunate sniper named private Grisham in the eye. He became enraged, and against orders, he ran out of the World Trade Center, and began a melee rampage against the "idiots" that denied him the use of his right eye. Grisham swung his rifle, hitting its mark and killing the poor elite. The enraged sniper could see the jaw imploding from the blow. Shattering in an explosion of blood and obliterated bone. Grisham died a minute after.

Location: New York City, World Trade Center
Date: 12/30/04/2567
Time: 3:50 AM

      "Here comes the bomber squad!" The covenant bombers were here. Ten huge aircraft flew in, in a tight "V" shaped formation. The humans were ready for this, and let loose their arsenal of anti-air missiles. Jackhammer rockets fizzled through the darkened sky. Eight covenant bombers fell. The two remaining dropped their load; destroying World Trade Center, tower number two. The dead would have to be honored later, but now was time to fight. "Shoot the remaining bombers out of the sky!" Sergeant Hazard was desperate. No missiles left, it was time to do some old fashioned fly-swatting. Sergeant Hazard ordered to shoot at the aircraft with everything the humans had. Machine gun tracer rounds lighted the sky in the, oh so memorable fiery blaze, and two helpless bombers fell to the ground. Their pilots mangled beyond all recognition.

      "This is Echo 792 coming in for evac. Do you copy? Over" A faint, barely audible transmission sounded from the sergeant's radio.
"Yes, this is New York outpost Alpha we read you over"
"Hang on for fifteen more minutes and we'll be here to get you out, over"
"Very good, be prepared for enemy fire when you arrive, over and out"

To be continued. Part 3 coming soon.