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Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells by Myth
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Plasma Burns and Bullet shells-chapter 1
Date: 15 October 2003, 2:26 AM
Cover fire! Cover fire! Sergeant Tyrell Fitzgerald ordered as he sprinted from a team of spec ops covies. Owens and Scott fired their MA5B assault rifles down tunnel. Fitzgerald tapped Scott shoulder to fall back and was signaling to Owens, when Owens' innards and blood splattered across the wall. Fall back, marines! Fall back! Lieutenant Davidson ordered. Davidson dropped his MA5B and began cutting down covenant with his M9D sidearm. Tyrell shoved the barrel of his weapon to a jackal's stomach and fired. The jackal was torn in two and the body slumped. Screw this! Fitzgerald yelled as he ran for the exit of the tunnel. Several marines gave the much-needed covering fire. Corporal Brant fired a burst and threw a fragmentation grenade. Davidson fired the last of his magazine, and hit the controls to close the blast resistant doors. Shhhh! Scott ordered, two Phantoms dropships inbound. All of the marines fell silent and took cover.
Tama 'Ulmammee sat in the troop bay of the dropship, peering down at the Earth city below. A grunt named Sagat stole a glance at the Special Operations team of black clad members of the Elite. Sagat never knew why they were treated so well and respected so highly, they died just like all of the other covenant if that human in green armor showed up. Gagaw, the grunt next to Sagat, made a strange gurgling sound. Sagat directed his vision towards Gagaw, a confused look on his face. The other grunt had a fist-sized hole punched into where his breathing apparatus should've been. Neon blue blood spat to the deck.
Holy crap dude, you hit 'em! Private Carlson commented to Lance Corporal Jones. Jones smiled as he watched the grunt he shot out of the dropship fall to the ground. Private First Class Richie Scott walked over to Davidson. Sir two Phantoms just touched in that valley. New Berlin, Germany lay by an open valley and forest, which gave the marines lots of fighting room. Conner Davidson liked it this way. All right ladies, stay on your toes, we've got covie dropships down there! Bustrum, Jones, Carlson and Fitzgerald move in and keep it quiet. A series of ''Yes Sir's'' followed. The team took a minute to ready their silencers and moved in.
Tyrell took off his helmet and replaced it with his bandana. Bustrum kneeled searched the area with his duel SMGs, and threw his hand forward signaling to move in. Tyrell moved forward, Bustrum beside him. Jones and Carlson crawled nearer to the covenant-landing zone. Both readied their SR rifles, and got to work.
Sagat wanted to hide behind a rock and curl himself into a ball and hide, but he knew 'Ulmammee would have his head. The covenant began splitting into squads: one brute per squad, two elite's, four grunts, and two jackals. Luckily, Sagat was ordered to guard the Phantoms until the three strike teams softened up the human forces for complete control of the city. Sagat, Taga, Yayap, and Lindap were left to cover the ship. All carried needler guns, sufficient to maybe take down a human marine if they used them together on one target. The teams departed and went for the humans. Sagat took a deep breath, looked around, and drifted into a light sleep.
Lock and load marines, its show time. Jones said as he peered through his scope and found his target. Firing in three...two...one. By the end of Jones' magazine, three covies ceased to exist. Carlson opened up on the grunts by the Phantoms.
Sagat was awoken immediately to see Taga's head explode. Lindap sprinted for cover but another bullet sent him head over heels. Yayap grabbed him and pulled him behind a rock. What happened? Sagat asked panicking. S-s-sniper! Snipers must be out there! Uh-oh. Sagat knew the human weapon could even take down a brute in two shots. We have to run for it! Yayap exclaimed. No way! Those humans won't miss twice! Sagat said. No, No, we could jump into the dropship and fly the heck outta here! But- I don't care! Yayap screamed, I'm getting outta here! Yayap made it about four feet before another sniper round struck him in the face. Sagat winced and tried to find better cover.
Go! Bustrum Go! Go! GO! Bustrum sprinted towards the Phantoms. Matt Bustrum pressed his back to the Phantom and looked around the other side and sneaked in and planted the two BISCOW mines, activated the bombs and leaped out, crawled behind a rock and covered his head and neck. The explosion rocked the ground and pieces of the Phantom sprayed overhead. Matt looked up to see a plasma rifle leveled with his forehead.
To be continued: by Myth
Hey guys, this is my first fan fiction, sorry for lack of action, and feel free to e-mail me with ideas, they would defiantly be a huge help, see ya
Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells-chapter 2
Date: 17 October 2003, 3:14 AM
Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells
-Chapter 2
Nov. 27, 2552
Bustrum brought his leg up into a crescent kick, batting away the threat of the elite's plasma rifle. The elite growled and punched Bustrum hard sending him back several feet. Matt brought himself up and grabbed the elite's arms, his hands burning and being cut. The elite looked down as if to say: That all you got? But Bustrum found an exposed layer of skin and brought his knee to the elite's groin. The elite grunted and flung Bustrum backwards. Matt got up, leapt into the air and threw a dead on kick to the elite's chest. That gave Bustrum time to grab the elite's weapon and exhaust it into its head. Matt dropped the weapon in disgust and recovered his SMGs, and sprinted for his now surrounded squad.
Suppressing fire! Conner Davidson ordered as covenant streamed through city. Davidson fired his shotgun from his hip, blowing an elite in two. Scott fired a burst from his MA5B and jumped over a barricade to reload. How are you doing on ammo? Brant asked locking in a fresh clip to his MA6B battle rifle. Okay, I guess. As their conversation carried while each brought down covenant combatants. Whoa, look at that! Scott pointed to a 30mm chain gun emplacement. I'm goin' for it! Scott said ordering cover fire from Brant, who shrug and began firing. Scott sprinted, ducking down to avoid injury and stopped by Private Thatcher's dead body, swapping his assault rifle for the man's shotgun and ammo. Scott continued winding up a staircase and reached the gun. It had ammo. Yes! Scott said strapping in and began firing at the covenant that were almost overwhelming the marines. Oh ya! Eat it! Eat it! Eat it! Scott screamed tearing covenant troops to pieces.
Sagat fiddled with his last cartridge for his needler; he had wasted the others on no targets when the human fire began and once Yayap's head was taken off his shoulders. He knew a human marine was nearby, he had heard the death call of an elite. Which to Sagat that meant death wouldn't be far off. Sagat whined and in his misery he dropped the fragile cartridge and it exploded. Oops...Sagat said as he felt a punch in his side and his blood squirted to the grass and blackness followed as Sagat waited for his first glimpse of paradise. Tama 'Ulmammee watched two jackals run for cover and be obliterated by a human heavy gun emplacement. 'Ulmammee ducked behind a large street sign firing plasma at the humans while the chain gun would focus on others of his team, which was being massacred as he thought.
No! Dangit! Not now! Scott screamed at the dry chain gun. Richie looked around for ammo but there was none. The few marines that were here were killed after they used all their ammunition. But then Scott spied a sniper rifle, picked it up and began dispatching covenant advancers until his rifle ran out. Scott recovered his M90 shotgun and leapt down the stairs and ran to the remaining marines. Scott threw a blast at a brute continued.
Fitzgerald fired full auto at the approaching sword elite but it didn't fall. Oh crap! Tyrell yelled as he fired his last round. The lucky shot penetrated the armor and nailed the trooper between the eyes. Jones wasn't letting anything touch him after that grunt threw it self at him trying to choke him, Jones tore off the breathing apparatus and threw the suffocating figure to the ground. Now Jones was blowing off heads with his M9D sidearm. Fitzgerald primed a captured plasma grenade and hurled it into the largest collection of covenant. Another plasma grenade sailed towards the marines, attaching to Carlson. Carlson looked up mournfully at Jones, his best friend, turned and tackled down a brute and an elite. See you boys on the other side. He whispered as the grenade went off, engulfing Carlson in a blue-white explosion. No! Jones yelled as he tackled down the elite that threw the grenade, shoved the barrel of the M9D into the elite's mouth and fired twelve times. Two black elites appeared and fired a strange looking weapon. It was sleek, purple, and it fired with unbelievable accuracy.
Lance Corporal Michael Brant fired a successful shot into a brute's head and ducked down. Mike slapped in his last 45 round clip into his MA6B. An elite leapt over the crate he hid behind and the creature stared at the helpless human plasma saber activated. It roared a battle cry and raised the sword. The elite had two shotgun rounds slammed into him. Davidson and Scott nodded and smiled and provided covering fire. Private Taylor ran out a building wielding a flame-thrower, melting ten covenant combat troops. Where the he-Private Smith was interrupted by plasma melting his face. Smith's arms flailed and a second later his body went limp and sunk to the ground. Holy crap! What hit him? Another blast barely missed Harper. Sturdivant wasn't so lucky, the blast hit him in the forearm, completely melting it off. The marine screamed in pain. MEDIC! MEDIC! We need a medic over here now! Harper ordered to McCoy. McCoy sprinted over, avoiding sniper blasts and sliding into Jeremy's bloody puddle. Jeremy moaned in pain and held his breath as McCoy stopped the bleeding and patched him up. A jackal appeared around the corner, plasma pistol overcharging in its claws. Jeremy pulled out his M9D and shot the alien, twice. I see the sniper, Harper said taking the jackhammer launcher off his back. Using the 2x scope, he fired two rockets and four elites flew in pieces, dropping strange, new covenant weapons. Great, now they have snipers! Brant said sarcastically. The covenant began to ease off. Davidson contacted Fire teams Delta and Sierra. Delta squad had been completely wiped out...and Sierra suffered heavy casualties. Davidson's men that were alive included Brant, Taylor, Sturdivant, Harper, Scott, McCoy, and possibly Fitzgerald and his men. Davidson reloaded his last four shells and ordered Taylor to call in a dropship.
Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells-chapter 3
Date: 18 October 2003, 5:51 AM
Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells
-Chapter 3
Nov. 28, 2552
"All right, everyone in, let's move!" Davidson ordered to Sierra team and his squad. Scott took over the door-gun and Davidson walked up into the cockpit, standing behind the pilots. The two pelicans took off, heading for Bravo Base. "Hey, look down there!" Harper pointed out. The dropship touched down and Brant ran out to find Jones, Bustrum and Fitzgerald surrounded by bodies of covenant combatants. Mike noticed Carlson's lifeless body and brought Fitzgerald and his men aboard. The pelican ascended and took off towards the base.
)) One week later ((
The two pelicans touched down, unloading its supply of special ops marines. Fitzgerald leapt out and hit the dirt crawling forward. Tyrell wore all black fatigues, a bandanna tied around his head, combat face paints and wielded dual silenced SMGs, with an assault rifle slung over his shoulder. Davidson kneeled beside him, MA6B at the ready. Several helljumpers ducked down behind them along with marines from Davidson's original team. The marines sprinted through the thick forests of Germany. Tyrell's mission clock read 1:14am. A covenant patrol dropped within seconds from the deadly silent bursts. "So far so good." Brant said, his rifle ready. Bustrum ran forward and crouched, signaling to move. "There it is boys, the covenant base."
Davidson whispered. Three ODST set up heavy chainguns for covering fire, and Bustrum lead his marines into the base. The marines sprinted in now not worrying about stealth. Painting the wall with covenant. Most of the marines switched to their M90 shotguns and began dispatching countess covenant. "Set that bomb Bustrum-covering fire marines!" Davidson ordered. Matt rushed in pulling out his M9D pistol taking out two jackals. Matt ran to the console, he looked over the controls in attempt to call off a covenant attack but had a better plan. Bustrum sent out a coded distress signal from the base to the combat teams on their way to a human outpost, which was stationed with greatly needed pelican dropships, warthogs, scorpion tanks, along with Longsword and Skyhawk fighters. Bustrum finished the message and set the HAVOC bombs for three minutes. Matt ran outside, two marines lay dead while covenant bodies began to pile up. "Took you long enough!" Tyrell commented, assault rifle blazing. "Package is set sir!" Bustrum yelled over the noise to Davidson. "Okay, let's move!" Davidson bellowed. The marines pushed their way out: 2 minutes 14 seconds left.
Fitzgerald was the last to brake free of the complex, firing rapidly, covering his marines. The 30mm guns lit up fired from the ODST. One marine was cut down by a sniper blast. Fitzgerald pulled off the man's dog tags and sprinted for the pelicans. Tyrell blew past the bodies of the ODST gunners. He jumped over a fallen tree into a clearing to see Pvt. Matt Bustrum catch three plasma blasts in the torso. Tyrell was stunned and saw his buddy drop to his knees staring forward. Tyrell yelled and threw himself at the brute, beating it twice and firing the remainder of his clip into the brute's head. Tyrell looked back to see Bustrum's lifeless body. Fitzgerald leaned over and retrieved his dog tags and added it to the others'. Tyrell jumped into the pelican and the two dropships jetted away from the explosion of the assault teams of covenant and their base. Scott and Davidson sat nearby with the marines. Davidson looked grim. This mission wasn't a complete success Davidson had lost four of the best of the best. Bustrum, Harper, Taylor, and Harris were killed in action. These missions were cutting down his team members one at a time. He wondered how long his squad would last. The dropship soared through the air, but the surviving Banshee fighters flew with new determination. "Banshees!" the door gunner alerted. A lucky plasma blast struck the ODST in the shoulder, and the marine lost his balance, falling from the dropship, screaming. Fitzgerald hurled a plasma grenade onto the anti-grav engine. "Lucky shot." Davidson said. The banshee flew out of control smashing into another that crashed to the terrain below. The engines flared and died almost causing the pelican to crash, but a good pilot brought up the craft again. The pelican pulled up beside the other pilots and flew at their wing until an unexpected explosion destroyed the dropcraft...no survivors. The other pelican quickly accessed a different flight path and headed home.
To be continued: By Myth
Guys about the grunt thing, all of them died, so stay cool and hold out for chapter 4
Plasma Burns and Bullet shells-chapter 4
Date: 19 October 2003, 9:38 PM
Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells
-Chapter 4
Nov. 20, 2552
Sgt. Fitzgerald's mission clock:
0200: Munich, Germany
The beaten pelican, Bravo 423, wobbled through the air on its last strength. Fitzgerald stared at the floor, dwelling on Bustrum's death, and the other marines lost. Brant felt his thoughts and gave him a pat on his shoulder. Tyrell looked over and forced a smile. "We're landing!" Davidson called back. "Roger ell-tee!" Michael Brant replied. 423 landed unloading seven exhausted marines. Delta base was essential to the UNSC in Germany. If the covenant captured it, the UNSC would loose the greatly needed supplies. Tyrell escorted a wounded soldier to the infirmary and was lead to his quarters. Tyrell stumbled onto his bed and fell asleep.
'Ulmammee was greatly angered by his defeat, and the prophets weren't too giddy about it either. 'Ulmammee's black armor gleamed as he walked down the hall of the base they had wrenched from the humans' hands. Tama walked into a training room to see two Elites dueling with plasma swords and five others shooting down targets with the new covenant extended range plasma sniper rifle. Tama cleared his throat causing all of the Elites to stand at rigid attention. "Start combat simulations." Tama barked to a technician in the observation control center. The Elite nodded and the simulations began. "I want all of you to challenge red mode on simulations beginning now for the next 24 units, we move in at 36 units." 'Ulmammee ordered anger growing in his voice. "Sir!" the Elites replied and began. 'Danattee jogged to him. "Excellency, my troops are training and choosing their squads for the strike." The black armored Elite stated. "Good." Tama answered. 'Danattee's new armor showed his promotion to Combat Commander. "Oh and congratulations Commander." Tama pointed out. "Thank you Excellency." He responded.
Tyrell awoke after his much needed sleep, walking for the mess hall. He sat down next to Scott and his friend Ryan. Fitzgerald thought of his brother who had died on the beachheads in the attempts to take back Germany completely. Earth was fighting for survival and the few thousand marines were attacking with unbelievable determination, for their families, friends and home. Tyrell grabbed a sandwich and sat. He talked with his marines and walked over to Davidson to question the next mission. Conner offered him a coffee and Tyrell accepted it sipping the hot drink. "So what's up sir?" he asked. "General Black hasn't exactly found a strategy to take that primary covenant base." Davidson said, "And Intel reports that they developed the sniper rifle there, so if we take that base we would have a huge supply of covie technology... and Germany would be under human, UNSC control." Fitzgerald nodded, a bit confused, and walked over to several marines playing cards and joined in on the game.
'Ulmammee pushed the engines of the Ghost, sending it ahead of the other transports and Ghosts. He had two plasma pistols slammed into their holsters and a plasma rifle with a plasma saber. Today was the day. Tama was determined to take the humans off this country. Two Lucifer dropships pasted overhead. Tama grinned with pride, he had only thought to fight until every human fell. Tama released a battle cry and headed for the humans.
Sirens began sounding in a shrill scream and marines were equipping armor and various weapons. Fourteen marines moved in chain guns and stationed them along the buildings. Several Skyhawk fighters lifted off and prepared for action. Tyrell slapped a fresh clip into his MA5B and grabbed a few extra magazines. Davidson sat by him slamming shell after shell into his shotgun. Tyrell took dual M9D pistols and a combat knife. Davidson did the same and both of them ran to their stations. To no surprise of Fitzgerald, Scott had manned one of the chain guns and Ryan stood nearby with his AR ready. Jones also was stationed close with eight other snipers. Jones had never been the same after Carlson's death. It neared midnight and the rain began falling when great hordes of covenant troops made their appearance. Several warthogs loaded up marines and drove towards what covenant had made it in. Davidson pulled up a 'hog with a rocket launcher mounted in place of the chain gun. Ryan jumped in the gunners spot and another marine took passenger. The warthog growled to life and took off. Fitzgerald rested his assault rifle against his shoulder and took aim at the exploding highway blast door. The door was forced open and the siege began. Dropships flew in unloading human and covenant forces. "Here we go again!" Tyrell yelled as he and his marines squeezed their triggers.
To be continued?
Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells-chapter 5
Date: 20 October 2003, 12:51 AM
Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells
-Chapter 5
Nov. 22, 2552
Sgt. Fitzgerald's mission clock:
0100, Munich, Germany
Sergeant Tyrell Fitzgerald selected his target and fired continuously towards the covenant en masse. The enemy took heavy casualties, having Elites and grunts dropping like flies. But once the covenant managed to ease out of the death trap and into the open, the percentage of triumph grew. Fitzgerald squeezed a burst of armor piercing rounds into a Brute's skull. Tyrell fought with the determination of his home and remembering Bustrum's death. "Oh yeah! Bring on you idiots! Bring it on!" Scott yelled. Scott went out of control with heavy weapons. Fitzgerald sustained his grin, hearing Scott cussing out covenant behind him. Tyrell smiled even while he blew a hole in a Jackal.
'Ulmammee unleashed a barrage of plasma at a human gun emplacement, tearing one human to shreds. (Wasn't Scott) 'Ulmammee leapt up to the platform and sawed a marine in two with his saber. His first order on the battlefield was to take out the heavy guns. One was down. 'Danattee was in charge of the squad with the few hunters they had at the base. A grunt ran to him to hide but was struck with a sniper round. This wasn't going well, and Tama knew it. A Ghost flew by, but the pilot, a blue armored Elite's head was blown off. The Ghost was unharmed. Tama leapt to the driver seat and took off.
An explosion rocked ground sending Tyrell off the platform. He hit the ground hard but his real trouble was the sword Elite in front of him. The creature raised the blade and brought in down. Tyrell winced and closed his eyes but he heard the blast of a shotgun kill the Elite. An armored hand was offered to help him up. Tyrell took it and was brought to his feet promptly. He looked at his rescuer, and was shocked and returned a crisp salute. The armored figure was SPARTAN 117, The Master Chief. "Chief, sir! Great to have your help!" Tyrell said hastily, recovering his AR. The MC nodded and slammed a fresh shell into his shotgun.
John 117 (MC) sprinted down an alley with Fitzgerald behind him. John fired a shell into a brute and continued. The Chief kneeled down and blasted two Grunts out of their Ghosts. "Hop in." John said bluntly. Tyrell nodded and followed the Chief. What the heck is that? Tyrell asked, his brown eyes focused on a warthog-looking covenant vehicle. "A Shadow." John responded, hurling a plasma grenade, attaching itself to the pilot. The Elite swerved and the grenade went off flipping the Shadow against a building. Davidson's warthog flew by, in pursuit of several Ghosts. "Sir?" Tyrell began. "Go ahead." The Chief interrupted understandingly. Tyrell gunned the engine of the Ghost and flew after the lieutenant. Fitzgerald had almost caught when his Ghost burst into flame. Tyrell leapt out gasping and the Ghost exploded. Tyrell had lost his MA5B. "Dang." Fitzgerald pulled out his pistols and fired upon his attackers. The Grunts and Jackals weren't a problem luckily now he was close to where Scott was. Five Elites then appeared. But something happened that Tyrell didn't expect. Brant rode in on an ATV and a captured plasma saber. Mike easily killed the Elites in various ways. Brant threw away the saber and donned his MA6B and they both got back to Scott who was now burning every thing with his flame-thrower. Scott depleted that and picked up is SAW heavy machine gun.
'Ulmammee saw 'Danattee fall to the human in green armor. He was furious at the loss of his officer, but he had killed seven humans for the death of his comrade. 'Ulmammee's squad dwindled, but the humans numbers did as well. Victory was near, he could feel it growing.
Tyrell jammed the knife into the Brute, finishing it off. The Chief fought beside him. Tyrell had recovered an abandoned AR and was firing rapidly. The humans in the area were clustered together and were slowly being pushed back. John primed all of his grenades and hurled them into the covenant en masse. Scott opened up, and covenant after covenant dropped down with some help from the Chief and his SMGs. John stood upon a Brute's body and fired his weapons. The turn of the tide came when Davidson and his squad of warthogs crushed, and ripped up the covenant. Covenant forces began to retreat and stagger. Any covies left were finished by the marines. Tyrell's next mission was clear, they would be paying the primary, and last, covenant base in Germany. Fitzgerald met with the remainder of his squad, which included Davidson, himself, Jones, Brant and Scott. Richie wiped the sweat off his brow and ran a hand through his short dark hair. Tyrell admired Richie's ability to keep a sense of humor even in battle. Jones was quieter now, and Brant was...well funny in ways but when the battle arose, he got serious. Fitzgerald was definitely skilled greatly in combat. But all of his marines had changed since the covenant invaded, and so had he.
To be continued: by Myth
Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells-chapter 6
Date: 23 October 2003, 1:49 AM
Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells
-Chapter 6
Dec. 17, 2552
Sgt. Fitzgerald's mission clock:
1000 hrs, Forests of Berlin, Germany
Tyrell Fitzgerald sat in the troop bay of the pelican with Brant and Scott. A few marine teams needed assistance and evac. This was a mission that needed being done while the company sergeants and lieutenants discussed the battle strategy for taking the covenant primary base. The pelican would drop them in and stay on standby to pack up the survivors and escort them back to Munich. His mission was to clear the area of covenant troops and rally as many marines as possible. The dropship landed and the three marines bailed and headed for the emergency beacons. Scott, Brant, and Fitzgerald wore green fatigues, Tyrell wore his bandanna as usual, all wore face paints and bore shotguns and assault rifles. "All right boys we've got marines 12 o'clock, HUSTLE!" Fitzgerald ordered. Tyrell and his marines burst into a clearing with an outpost and four marines- and the covenant. "Firing!" a marine called opening up with his SMGs. Fitzgerald filed in firing, as did the others. One Elite brought up its sniper weapon and took aim at Scott, but a marine with a plasma rifle melted its face off. Tyrell used his M90 as a club smashing the head of a blue Elite. After a few more shells and burns this area was secure. "Good work boys." Fitzgerald commented. "Dropship Delta 14 we're ready for evac." He continued. "Roger, I'm inbound." The pilot responded
'Ulmammee was now exhausted and trying to haul himself back to base with the other survivors. Tama had killed fourteen humans, but the price he would have to pay for, yet a second failure would quite possibly be death.
The covenant cruiser, the Avenger hovered over the covenant base...Tama and the Elite survivors would stand trial in it. 'Ulmammee truly hated the prophets and their ways of running this war. Tama knew this wasn't going to be a time for promotion. 'Ulmammee cycled through the security measures ran by two Golden Elites. Tama removed his rifle and his sword and one of his pistols, for security allowed a sidearm in case of emergency. Tama removed his other holster and walked inside.
After a long day of fighting and helping out, finally the dropship headed home with its marines. When the pelican landed, Fitzgerald and all the other marines were called to the conference room of the city to discuss the battle plan. And after two hours of only battle strategies, the attack force of 200 marine-regulars, 75 helljumpers, and 25 navy seals. The teams of seals and helljumpers with the Chief would go for the Avenger, by clearing and securing a launch by upon the Avenger, and lock it down...the Chief could handle that. Then the jumpers and seals would fly in on dropships. Meanwhile on the ground, the marine regulars would have to take care of the battle on the dirt. Fitzgerald mulled this over. His squad included: Lt. Conner Davidson, himself, Corp. Michael Brant, Corp. Sam Jones, PFC. Richie Scott, Pvt. Jimmy Ryan, and Pvt. Sean Deep. Davidson had gotten two new marines. The teams of regulars would hit the base from different positions with their own squads. "Okay marines, we move out at 0100 hrs tomorrow morning." Davidson stated. A series of "Yes Sir's" followed.
Tama 'Ulmammee cursed as he walked out of the counsel room. The prophets hadn't been happy, and he was almost demoted. He made his way to the training room. Instead of barking orders, he dueled a red Elite with an energy lance, and after that he took up his rifle and jogged to the firing range and shot down the artificial targets. "Ulmammee, your on the reconnaissance shift." A superior Elite ordered. "Ah...Yes Excellency." Tama replied.
Tama walked outside and jumped into his Ghost next to an another member of the Elite. He pushed the engines and the vehicle left the base with the other.
Fitzgerald took a deep breath and crashed to his bed. This would be the last rest he would get in a while. Tyrell unbuckled his pistol belt and set it on the table. He stretched his arms and legs and fell into a deep sleep. Brant was staring at the ceiling, and cleaning his pistol then soon set it down and fell asleep.
At 0100 hrs Tyrell found himself half-asleep and pulling on his battle armor. He buckled two pistols to his hips and took a MA5B off the rack and set it down on the bench. He spotted Scott taking a SAW gun and a M9D pistol. Tyrell walked over, the soldier was tired but alert, dark circles hung below his eyes and his usually spiked dark hair hung down lazily. "Morning sir" he said sleepily. "Morning marine." Fitzgerald said walking by. Jones stood grabbing ammo for his sniper rifle, and Tyrell found Brant in his tank top changing out and selecting his weapon set, he had the MA6B, two pistols and a combat knife. "Hey Fitz." Mike said yawning. "Hi." Fitzgerald replied. "So you ready?" Tyrell asked. "No." Brant said, "I'm hungry and tired." Tyrell continued to suit up and laughed for a few seconds. Davidson walked into the armory, which to the marines was a locker room, completely suited up in full armor, except a helmet, and grabbed a M90 shotgun and a sidearm. Ryan and Deep were swapping for shotguns. Deep twirled his pistol, he was Australian and his accent showed it. Ryan walked over to the explosive racks donning a rocket launcher and Sean grabbed a flame-thrower. "You boys look ready to roll." Tyrell commented. "Yes sir!" they replied. Tyrell heard the Pelican Dropships landing outside and warthogs and scorpions pulling in. Tyrell swiped a helmet off the rack and ran outside after grabbing a few extra magazines. His squad was close behind. An attack line of the seals and ODST were loading into the ships. 27 pelicans sat there. It had been all they could muster in all of Germany. His squad into a pelican and once they all filled up they began taking off. McCoy slid into the dropship in the next to Tyrell. "Good to see you again Private." Davidson said. McCoy looked over and nodded. The 27 pelicans lifted off to the battle that awaited them.
Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells-chapter 7
Date: 31 October 2003, 1:48 AM
Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells
-Chapter 7
Dec. 18, 2552
Spartan 117 mission clock:
0200 Covenant Base, Germany
The Master Chief pulled back on the levers, easing the Seraph fighter gently into the bay of the Avenger covenant battle ship. The Chief's signatures were masked, though he couldn't stay in the fighter the whole time. John broke free the M19 jackhammer rocket launcher of its compartment. Cortana quickly tapped in to the battle net and locked away the central shuttle bay from the rest of the ship. A Shade gun sat on a loading bar to defend the entrance, but the gunner was in a corner talking to one of his kin. John mashed down the firing studs, blasting away two Elites with the dual plasma blaster cannons. Two Hunters leveled their fuel rod cannons toward the Seraph. Twie, the first Hunter, fired a targeted blast whacking the fighter in the wing sending it careening to the surface of the bay. Twan then joined his bond brother and aimed his weapon. The Chief pulled himself out of the fighter, M19 tubes firing at the comprised team of Elites, Jackals, and Grunts. John then noticed the two black armored Hunters bombarding the deck with plasma. MC spun the tubes to the warriors and attempted to fire but a fuel blast struck at his feet, and John was flung like a rag doll against a bulkhead. The M19 was unreachable and his assault rifle hadn't survived the crash. John doubtfully pulled out his M9D hand gun, accessed the 2x scope and fired.
Twan's head was blown off from the base of the neck up. Twie looked over, not wanting to believe what had just become of his brother. The Hunter leapt with a powerful bound off the loading bar, absorbing it with its massive knees and charged the human. Twie charged his weapon and fired, seeing the human's personal shields flicker and die. Twie swung his metal shield upward, hoping to finish the human with his razor spines.
John flung a plasma grenade onto the Hunter, it fused to the chest plate. The alien clamped down his venerable neck. The grenade detonated, and Twie felt a second explosion, force him backwards. Twie had about a second to realize the pistol barrel pressed to his venerable backside, but one second wasn't enough time, the Chief pulled the trigger and the creature slumped down to the deck, thick orange blood oozing from the corpse. After four more magazines of pistol rounds, the area was secure. The shuttle bay would serve as the base aboard the Avenger while hopefully the spec ops marines and himself would be able to capture the vessel, but incase not, the marines were packing HAVOC nuclear mines.
Sgt. Ty Fitzgerald leapt from the pelican along with Davidson and the rest of his marines. Troopship Echo 278 elevated and jetted back towards Alpha Base. Echo 206 touched down and Sgt. Melissa Riley bailed with her team of regulars. "Okay marines, get your gear, load your weapons and be ready to roll." Davidson shouted. The noncom slammed 12 shells into his shotgun and locked a 12 round magazine into his pistol. Tyrell did the same setting the safety on his assault rifle. After Echo 206 deposited its supplies and ammunition, it ascended and rode the long trip back to Alpha Base. Ty led his team with Riley and Jones, 2nd squad, Davidson took. "Meet up at the city entrance, keep an eye out for covies up ahead." Davidson said over the team freq. The marines moved through the forest fairly quickly, only stopping to dispatch a few patrols on the way. Lance Corporal Sam Jones sprinted through the over hang of a low tree, Sam dropped to his stomach and quickly set up his sniper gear. This was a good spot, trees and logs covered his position, and this gave him an easy shot at anyone he didn't like. Private Murphy hit the dirt alongside him. Murphy pulled the S2 off his back and accessed the 10x scope. Jones did the same accessing the modified 14x scope. Sam and Murphy fired eight shots and seven hit...seven kills. Tyrell walked up from behind. "Corporal," Fitzgerald said. "Yes sir?" Jones responded "I need you to stay here with Murphy to cover our backs, when we need you; the LRV is parked by the tree." "Affirmative." Sam said pulling the trigger twice, dropping two Grunts. Fitzgerald slid down the hill, Ryan close behind. "Team leader this is Blue four, we've reached the city entrance, RV position? Over." Fitzgerald said contacting Davidson. "Blue four, RV point, conference building 2338456, over." Davidson said. "Our ETA is seven minutes." Fitzgerald replied to Davidson's transmission. Two Warhorse troopships flew overhead to enter the Avenger that loomed ahead. "Looks like the Chief did his job, time to get down to ours." Riley said. Fitzgerald and Brant in unison, fired upon a group of Grunts that fell to the combination of the MA5B, and the 6B, tearing the troops into pieces. After a brave Jackal made a stand, the area was secured. "Layton, Rose, Besenti, move in! Fitzgerald said ordering the small team into the 5 story building. Besenti broke in a door and the three marines filed in searching the floor and walls. A few figures wearing marine green were sprawled across the floor near another entrance. Covenant bodies lay occasionally here and there, but this area was probably deserted a few hours prior to the teams arrival. Davidson with his team soon broke through a door and entered. Scott and Deep towed a 30mm gun up the stairs to station it upon the overhang for tactical advantage. Ryan and Besenti brought up another. "This is blue one, HQ is established." Davidson over the company comm. Lieutenant Parker, the leader of the other platoon, got there in about four minutes with his squad.
The Chief watched the dropships coast in, unload their marines and fly back to Alpha Base. Lieutenant Patterson and Captain Winters hopped out of one of the pelicans with six other ODST at their back. Winters slapped a clip into his battle rifle and the marines split into six man fire teams. The next pelicans distributed the seals and extra weapons with M19 launchers. John grabbed two sub machine guns and a jackhammer. Winters chose his men as did Patterson; the Chief was assigned to a team of the navy seals with Sergeant Waller. Far below, the marines had just shut down the gravity lift. John loaded the SMGs and led his team in the direction of the bridge. The Chief quickly dispatched a lone Grunt that had been locked between to corridors. Waller crouched and slowly advanced. "Move in." he said quietly. The four other seals ran forward and the rattle of automatic weapons smeared an Elite and two Jackals.
Now on the third overhang of the shuttle bay, MC opened the hatch leading to what Cortana believed to be the bridge. All of the troops shouldered their weapons and riddled the confused covenant troopers. The golden Elite at the controls activated an ice blue energy lance. The alien charged, but the Chief pulled the trigger on the M19, sending the creature to the ceiling, and body parts and en trails littered his death point. A Grunt made a run for the door but a seal punched a few holes in him. "Cortana to Captain Winters, the bridge is ours, unlocking our route here now." She said proudly over the comm. Winters left three fire teams to cover the bay, and made his way to the bridge.
Tama 'Ulmammee held his position in shuttle bay beta. Six Hunters also were crouched at the entrance of the bay. "No...this couldn't be happening, the bridge was in human hands and the base below is slowly reporting troops moving further into the city at all times." He said to 'Rolazee. Zola nodded and the Elite were granted permission to his Banshee with 'Ulmammee. Tama pulled himself into the small craft and pushed the whining engines. The fighter exited the bay and followed Rolazee's ship. Zola pushed in and spotted a team of humans near the grav lift, firing upon covenant troops. Two more Banshee fighters flew in. Tama sighted a human and the target began to glow red. He clenched the studs and hit the human. More humans ran up with heavy weapons similar to the fuel rod cannon. 'Ulmammee fingered the trigger on the rod gun mounted on the belly of the fighter, until a fiery projectile decimated his one of his allies. 'Rolazee pulled off but to of the human tanks obliterated another Banshee. The MBTs rolled across the perimeter of the grav lift. Things weren't looking good.
to be continued? concluded?
by Myth
chapter 8 coming soon!
Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells- chapter 8(finale)
Date: 2 November 2003, 12:23 AM
Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells
-Chapter 8
Dec. 18, 2552
0400 Covenant Base, Germany
Lieutenant Patterson's mission clock
Patterson opened up with everything he had, his MA5B blazing. Finally Henderson got a jackhammer into the line of covenant emerging from a demolished door. The officer looked back to see the private fly across the room in a bloody mess, his remains splashing onto a wall. Two more marines gave under a steady wave of plasma. "Holy crap!" a marine had time to yell before a plasma grenade engulfed him and another noncom. Staff Sergeant Mendeza was Patterson's last sergeant. "Collins! Get over here!" Mendeza barked. Collins took out three frags, hurling them towards the onslaught of covenant. Four marines took the opportunity to force the door closed while waiting for orders from their CO. "Patterson to Winters, Covenant are braking through the doors, they want this ship back, sir, please advise!" Another scream echoed over the comm. "Dang it, hold tight marines, push 'em back, that's an order!" Winters said. Daniel Patterson locked in a new clip and ordered the marines back. The pelican Charlie 248 lay on the other side of the bay. Patterson ran to it and broke out a shotgun. The ten alive gathered around the door, pushing down covenant containers for cover. The door broke and assault weapons and shotguns spewed slugs into the mob.
Both 30mm chain emplacements opened up. The conference room was holding a new wave of covenant, which was 75% Hunters and Brutes. A yellow-green explosion flamed through the left gun station and Private Rose screamed, dropping off the staircase. The marines were firing from the balconies and windows. Davidson blew a hole in an Elite that crossed the lines of 30mm slugs. A sniper round crackled and a Brute fell. Jones was back, rifle blazing 14.8mm. Fitzgerald pushed out the door firing. "Advance!" the leatherneck ordered. 7.62mm bullets sprayed the aliens. Tyrell aimed and fired into a team of Grunts. In his peripheral vision, the marine saw a Hunter elevated a soldier with its shield, and blew him to the sky with the fuel rod gun. A burst from the weapon took the animal down. Plasma rifles whined and assault weapons rattled. "Firing!" one leatherneck yelled. Scott broke open a window and made use of his SAW gun. Two Phantom interceptors fired blast after blast upon the marines' real estate. "Covering fire!" a British marine yelled beating a Brute to a pulp with the 30mm rounds. The onslaught advanced killing two more PFCs. A douse of Skyhawk fighters screamed overhead. The fighters obliterated the Phantom and the other attempted to drop off some troops but crashed into a street sign. "Alpha 2 this is Delta 4 the cavalry has arrived!" a leatherneck exclaimed over the comm. The covenant's odds backfired and a sweep of bullets hacked them down.
"Let 'em have it!" Patterson ordered, all of the ODST opened up, shotguns blazing and assault rifles raging. The first causalities were covenant held; even the shielded Elites couldn't withstand the concentration. The team snipers lay on the loading bar, carefully knocking down any creatures that slipped past the slug fest. Collins shouldered the M19 with two other troopers. "Clear!" one yelled and the rockets flew true, painting the walls with covenant. "That's the last of them, area secure." Medina said, lowering his rifle.
"There is to many, and these human are elite, the best I've fought ever, my assault team has been slaughtered by a single squad of them." The Field Master said from within the hanging shadows of the counsel room of the supreme prophet. "No, we have slain too many, and conquered to much to fail now." The prophet said. Field Master 'Zanavee raised a threatening plasma lance and then a second. "I shall bring an elite team of my kin to retake the control center." 'Zanavee said. "No." the prophet said curtly. We shall attack from the air." For once the Elite realized how truly idiotic the prophets were, the humans would never leave the shields open, and a super-advanced AI blocked all control codes. That would never work but if that was possible, more of the humans, at least one hundred, would be even more complicated to deal with. 'Zanavee thought. Tama 'Ulmammee was sprawled across a snowy terrain some where outside of the circumference of the base. He finally regained consciousness, searching the terrain. He realized he'd been out for hours; it had snowed a considerable amount since. Tama pulled himself to his feet and found a crashed Banshee with 'Rolazee's body riddled with bullets. The second Banshee lay nearby, and luckily, it was intact with the exception of a few bullet pocks. Tama looked in the interior and it appeared to have caught fire earlier. "How could I have survived?" Tama mused. The Elite climbed in, did a quick check of controls, and gunned the engines.
"Area secure, this wing of the city is ours!" Ryan shouted, arms outstretched and tongue out to collect snow flakes like a young child. Tyrell tried suppressing his smile. The thick white blanket carpeted the combat zone.
Ryan and Fitzgerald broke through an apartment and peered through a window to see the largest plaza Ty had ever seen. A Wraith mortar tank sat, with two Ghosts and easily 30 black clad Elites, 25 Jackals, 40 Grunts, with 6 Hunters and several Brutes. "Sgt. Tyrell Fitzgerald to all marine squads, I have located their head quarters at coordinates 0 5 8 5, copy?" All right marines you heard him, let's move! Lieutenant Davidson ordered to his team.
Three hours later the 128 marines assembled. Jones led the snipers into promising locations and Davidson organized a battle tactic. The massive battle that followed lasted two hours. The snipers started things up with 40 crackles. More covenant filed into the fray. The marines charged like WWII second rangers up the beaches of Normandy, except now Germans and Americans fought for a common cause. The leathernecks fired hell upon the aliens. Four marines fell but the troopers were forced to ignore them until the medics found their way here. McCoy made another entrance hauling Deep behind a covenant barricade to patch him up. Tyrell squeezed the trigger and a burst was released smashing into a wounded Brute. Several leathernecks drew their M19s and wrecked havoc on the hapless aliens. Fitzgerald fired continuously, his mind going numb from the death around him. His assault rifle finished its last magazine and went dry. The marine un holstered the M9D pistols and felled a Hunter. Again and again the pistols rang, knocking targets off their feet. Then the Hunter's bond brother swung its massive shield towards Fitzgerald. Ty fired rapidly and a lucky round flew into the Hunter's neck. Two SMGs lay on the floor near Brant. Michael took cover, as did Tyrell. Brant handed the leatherneck the weapons and he accepted them thankfully. The subs rattled, taking down the Elite. The last Alien fell and the 89 marines secured the area and the base belonged to UNSC. One hundred and eleven marines had died including Deep.
The battle aboard the Avenger hadn't gone as planned but the marines only lost 24 men. The Chief and Waller landed in the plaza with two other pelicans. The Avenger with its survivors jetted into the atmosphere as the last pelican loads of marines departed. In mid-air the covenant ship detonated in a nuclear explosion.
The battle for Germany was over, but the battle for Earth was just beginning. This was still a gigantic gain for the UNSC, an entire country wrenched from covenant hands. Tyrell knew his fight wasn't nearly over, and unfortunately not all of the troopers would be returning home, but Fitzgerald would be if the battle for Earth was a success. But now he would have to keep his mind battle-ready. The pelicans landed and marines headed for Alpha Base.
The End
By: Myth
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