UNSC Special Forces by Nightblade
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UNSC Special Forces: Proluge
Date: 11 November 2003, 12:04 AM
Moonlight seaped through small cracks in the ceiling and shone on the floor like a curtain. This was the UNSC marine corps major jail. Thousands are delivered everyday from marine base camps around the world. Most of the prisoners are rebelized soldiers that have commited a crime or murder of a fellow soldier. Jail Officer Cory Jenson patrolled these halls most of the time. The halls in the jail were porly lit with overhead lamps.
Cory Jenson tightened his lip as he approached the largest cell in the jail, which held about four thousand prisoners and across the hallway the same.
"Hey meat! Let me out of here!" one of the prisoners commanded.
"hu, why should I?" Cory asked in a smartallec way. Just then Jenson was lifted up by the throught from a very skinny tall man from inside the cell. "Let us out of here now!!" the jailer demanded squeezing Cory's neck even harder.
Cory winced and his eyes went blank from his head. The prisoner dropped the dead man on to the concrete floor, and knelt down to grab the key from his pocket. His hand russeled and came with the cell key. He then stuck his arm out through the bars and turned his hand towards the key hole. The prisoner inserted the key and turned it to his left. He took the key out and tossed it into the cell across from them, it was soon unlocked.
The eight thousand renagades exited the building to bring them to sector B, the largest camp on planet earth.
"Let's get to the armory and grab some gear." the tall skinny man intended.
The armory stretched three quarters of a mile, lined with weapons and clothes. "Everybody grab some trainning camp clothes, and some weapons and ammo. There's gonna be war." the man said lowering his voice as he spoke.
The weapons in the armory were made up of mainly MA5B assault rifles, M2 frag grenades, S92 first class sniper rifles and M97 expert level sniper rifles, and some C6 and bazookas here and there.
"Everyone, grab your rank intended weapons and move out." he ordered as the thousands and thousands of rebels moved slowly through long stretch of the armory.
In their trainning camp renagade outfits, the rebels arrived on the other side of the the base camp sector B.
But what these rebel marines didn't know is that the UNSC had known about this breakout and were assembling a crack team to do exactly what they didn't want to happen, death. They had to, it was their only option for this situation.
We travel to Horizon Hill, two miles away from here to the east. Let's Move!" the tall commander yelled as he got a response of YES SIR!
The large hill known as Horizon Hill was a glamering sight from the top. It had thick vegitation and grassy lumps and tall trees.
[idnent]"Clarkson! set up some MG79's and some sand bunkers! Now!" the tall skinny man known as Corpral Thompson ordered. He had an ingeninous plan. When the regulars come up from the hill, they will be hit hard with machinegun fire. If they some how manage to get through, they would be crushed by their own mortars and 40mm's up on the field. Thompson knew they would be coming. He had to get his men ready.
Unfortunatly, the UNSC had tents and trainning supplies on Horizon Hill, but Thompson and his men would turn their own weapons against them.
"Now it is time to take back what they tried to take from us, their lives." Thompson said looking back at the mortars, and nodding. The engineer nodded back and stuck a shell into the tube of the mortar, while quickly jerking his hand back. As soon as the shell hit the botom of the tube, it shot off like rocket. It twirled and arced beautifully into the camp. The SPIDER shell had hit right where the engineer had wanted it to go, the intel office.
There was a very loud explosion and the offices's ceiling caved in. General Harvy, and Major Jackson ran out with their arms protecivly covering his head.
"I knew this would happen." General Harvy quietly said turning his head to the rushing barracks. "Sergeant! put some fire on those stupid jailers!" he ordered.
"Martin, Heath, Jacobson! fire those Jackhammers!" Sergeant Bloom demanded as the rockets flew through the air.
Heads Down! Look out!" annonymous voices yelled out from the renagades. They ducked and succesfully dodged the Jackhammers. "To War!!!!" the crowds at boths ends boomed.
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