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Rogue Platoon
Date: 11 July 2005, 6:59 pm
Chapter I: I Heart New Mombassa
Private Jacob Grams ducked an incoming plasma bolt, and jumped behind a wall to reload. Master Chief did not though, he jumped out sprayed a clip of battle rifle ammo in the direction of the jackal sniper that had been causing him and his unit trouble. The ten men out of fifteen that had survived the pelican crash in Old Mombassa only seven were left. Larks had been caught out in the open by a phantom and turned into meat. Clarkson had been on the receiving end of a plasma grenade. The grenade also slagged Well's body too.
And now they had another problem about six jackal snipers positioned all over the alley they were trying to go down, and now Rodreguez was lying in the corner with a burning hole in his stomach. Rodreguez coughed up blood and started talking to Sgt. Johnson l
"Leave me guys, I will be fine" he said brandishing his smg.
"I don't think so Marine" replied Johnson.
"I don't think he can walk, sir" Jacob cut in.
"Then we'll carry him" said a private.
The private walked out into the middle of the alley, his eyes content on getting Rodreguez.
"Private, no" yelled Johnson.
The Private did not have a chance, his head was vaporized by a thin blue beam. Master Chief suddenly became inflicted with a strangely calm rage, he walked out into the alley and threw a grenade. Jacob's stuck his head out from behind the wall long enough to see the grenade land among a group of three jackals. Jacob's ducked back in when a blue beam slashed the air near his face, but heard the impending explosion. Then the Chief raised his battle rifle and finished the other three snipers with three perfect bursts from his battle rifle.
"Nice one shooti....." Rodreguez said, before he was stitched across the chest by an Elite.
"Shit" said Jacob's
The remaining Marines and the chief cleared out the alley intill they came to a large clearing with a couple of Covenant stragglers. The Chief made quick work of them. After Chief had disposed of the Covenant, a Pelican landed in the crushed building.
"Sgt. I need you on that bird" said the voice of Captain Keyes through the radio.
"Ma'm?" said Johnson.
"My forces are going to start airlifting armor and reinforcements throughout the city, I need somebody who isint afraid of al little hostile ground fire" replied the Captain.
"Affirmative, Chief, good luck" and with that Johnson jumped onto the Pelican, and it lifted off.
Jacob's then started to move forward when burst from a plasma rifle stopped him, a mob of Covenant a mixture of Grunts, Jackals, and a couple of Elites charged into the ruins.
The Chief jumped into action by throwing a grenade, but the grenade fell short. The blast kicked up allot of debris and it came raining down on them, Jacob's who had already hit the dirt when the plasma fire came, was buried under some rubble, including a large piece of roofing. He tried to call through his boom mike, but found that his helmet had come loose during the fall. He yelled but the noise of battle drowned it out. After the battle died down, presumably the marines won. He heard some Marines talking
"Shit, where's Jacob's" said one of them.
"Must have gotten hit and killed, then buried by the rubble" said another.
"Shit man, this mission has gone totally FUBAR" said the first Marine.
"Tell me about it" said the third Marine.
" We have to move" said Chief in his deep bass voice.
" Yes Master Chief, Sir" said the Marines in scattered unison.
Now the dreaded had happened, his platoon had left Jacob's behind. Jacob's breathed slowly through the rubble and thought to himself.
"Well shit, what am I going to do now?"
"Well first you should get yourself out of this rubble" he said to himself.
After a couple of minutes of struggling he managed to remove himself from the rubble, but not without so significant scratches and bruises.
"Now to find a ride"
He then heard a noise, like a low groaning coming from behind a nearby dumpster. Jacob's went to check, and behind the dumpster was a alcove where two Marines sat, one treating minor wounds on the other.
"You guys ok?" asked Jacob's.
Both of the marine raised there weapons and pointed them at Jacob's.
"Oh boy are we glad to see you" said one of them.
"What are your names?" asked Jacob's.
" Scott Wilter, Fifth Squad" said the wounded Marine.
"Fred Florence, Fifth Squad" said the other Marine.
"What happened here" said Jacob's, noting four other bodies around them, all with numerous burns and cuts.
"Ambushed, by those damned Jackal snipers and platoon of grunts with an Elite, tore the hell out of our squad, only Sarge and Chun made it" said Scott.
"Why aren't you with them, if your fine" said Jacob's indicating to Fred.
"I got knocked by falling debris, I guess they thought I was dead" said Fred.
"Do you think your Sarge and This Chun guy are still alive?" asked Jacob's.
"We think so, there is a hotel nearby that would be a good place to hole up, we think Sarge and Chun went there to rendevouz with some other Marines." said Fred.
"Can you move Wilters?" asked Jacob's.
"Yep, its just a cut from a falling shingle" said Scott.
"Do any of you have your helmets?' asked Jacob's.
"No, Sarge took em all, probably to watch the Operational play back feed, and to recycle them to new Marines. said Wilters.
"Alright, then we need to move to find some sort of transportation, lets go in the direction of this hotel" said Jacob's.
"Alright" said the Marines.
They moved out.
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