The Mission of a Marine
Posted By: Andrew Honeysett<maximilliano@hotmail.co.uk>
Date: 16 July 2005, 8:43 pm
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Author's Note: this story takes place between Halo and Halo2. It does not have master chief in as I wanted to show you the life of a marine. Bear with me as most of the action is later in the series and this is like an introduction.
The Mission of a Marine
Chapter 1 The Beginning
James could here the dull thud, thud, thud of his own heart beat as he raced along the desert plains of the planet Horan. He swung the anti air craft turret of the wart hog to face the strafing banshees. His gun erupted spitting a fiery death to the covenant aircraft. One crashed straight to the floor whilst another took a glancing his and started to spin out of control. James continued firing. He could feel his blood rushing through his body. It was at this moment of exhilaration that the wart hog took several severe hits and crashed spilling out all of it's cargo. James saw a ghost coming at him. It was being ridden by a huge brute. James tried to remember the choreography of the hijack. He jumped completely missing the head of a very surprised occupant. However he managed to grab hold of the back with his right arm. Now this was the tricky bit. James had to reach his pistol with his left hand, grab it, fire at the already turning around head and get in position before the ghost crashed. All this before the brute shot him. It was a nigh impossible task. So James leapt to the floor. He took aim with his pistol and slammed seven shots into the ghost. Whether he hit or not, he did not see. For at that moment the remaining banshees came screaming at him. He looked back at the warthog. "Oh my god!" he shouted. One of his squad mates Robin had survived. Now he stood menacingly holding a rocket launcher. Eat this crap covenant bastards. He launched his rocket. James immediately ducked. E knew what was about to happen. This was a prototype rocket launcher the rocket divided and went in random directions. A banshee was hit and as it screamed to earth the occupants looked for a last kill and rammed it into James and Robin killing them both instantly.
Get here you 'orrible little man shouted the sergeant. Pvt. Thomas Wogan rushed to him. "Sir what appears to be the matter sir." He hastily replied. "Shut the hell up and watch." replied the sergeant. He took a remote control pointed it at a holographic screen and pressed a button. A series of maps and diagrams appeared. "Ok son looks like you've been promoted. Congratulations. Now recently we sent a 4 man spec ops team into a secret weapons facility on Horan via pelican." Thomas flinched at the word Horan. It was his home planet. "That's why I was selected for the mission" he thought, "I know the lay of the land." When Thomas was a boy he ran away from his mother and father and took on a life of drugs in the deserts of Horan. "They took an expensive prototype rocket launcher," he continued, "And they want you to find it. Now haul ass soldier!" Finally a break from all this clean and tidy crap. It was time to fight. Thomas went to assemble his team.
Thomas looked at the faces in the pelican. His team was very basic. He didn't understand why UNSC wouldn't give him more to work with. "I thought this case was important," he murmured. The men he took were professionals. He didn't know any by name. They all out ranked him. They must be pretty pissed that they had to take orders from a rookie. All Thomas knew was that he had a sniper, an anti tank specialist, and several G.Is. Apparently there was a scorpion tank already on the ground however after all the unorganisation so far he sincerely doubted it.
Well what did he know the tank was there and a little extra surprise. A pelican had been shot nearby and dropped a warthog. "Damn that's good luck!" Tom thought aloud, "I'm going to need all the fire power I can get. All right you," he said pointing to his anti tank specialist. "Take the tank I'll take the warthog. Everyone else take your pick." Tom found it less than amusing when everyone tried to get on the tank. This wasn't going to work. Tom could not command a squad which showed no respect. He blew a whistle. All eyes were on him. "You may not like taking orders from a greenhorn," he said, "And I don't like giving you orders, but it's not my decision. I have been given command and if you don't like it then tough. I can't take away my command. If we don't co-operate then we might as well just let the covenant slaughter us because a team is not a team without co-operation. Now you two get in the 'hog. Lets move go, go, go!" They marines looked at one another then looked at Tom. How could a greenhorn be such a damn fine inspiration? "Well let's get on with it," said the sniper and everyone started moving. They set off 'hog in front followed by the scorpion.
Alarm bells were ringing back at frontier command. A force of 10 covenant drop ships full to the brim with elites and hunters had just attacked. Most of the marines were away and the remaining ground staff were poorly equipped for battle. They had been slaughtered and forced into a hangar bay whilst the aliens had free reign of the base. However now a group of hunters were bashing down the blast doors to the hangar. There was only a few minutes left. With each thud the men held their guns tighter. A group of men were scrambling into a left over gauss hog. They were preparing for their death. Some people could not take it and turned their guns on themselves. Their weapons were quickly snatched up. Suddenly the door came down and a small number of just four hunters came in. However even this was enough to scare the wits out of the humans. Then all at once the men's guns spoke. Bullets screaming through the armour to no prevail. Then the hunters fired the balls of plasma killing men in groups. One shot killed seven in one go splattering blood all over their comrades. However one plucky individual rolled behind a hunted and loaded three pistol rounds into him spraying orange blood all over him. However the hunter was not dead and charged at him at full speed revealing his back. The man fired bullet after bullet which hit the armour uselessly. The hunter rammed into him killing him. But the staff blasted him in the back killing the hunter. The 'hog started shooting and showered the men with orange blood. However they were shot down for their efforts.
Tom was listening to the radio when he heard the base was under attack and they sent out the order. He called his men to a halt. "Right it looks like the covie scum have attacked command. They are literally dieing for help. We have orders to go back and help." "How many," a GI said. "I don't know but its 10 drop ships full of elites and hunters. Some may have been killed." Tom replied. So they set back in the direction they came. Over head he saw a couple of banshees. "Shoot them down soldier," He said to his gunner. "Aye sir." The gun roared to life firing a seemingly endless tide of high calibre bullets into the aircraft. One burst into flames plummeting to earth or rather Horan. The second came up behind the tank and the 'hog and started strafing. Tom could see that he only had a few seconds before the bullets ripped into them. He took drastic action. He pulled the car into a desperate turn. It did not work. The car flipped onto its side spilling its crew all over the desert. "Hell," he thought, "This is like what happened to the other guys." He looked at the scorpion. "But those guys didn't have friends with tanks!" The turret swivelled to confront the aircraft and fired its main gun vaporising the banshee. "Right then marines. Let's Move!"
To be continued.
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