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Battle for Teritum
Posted By: Spartan 268<Ally_oop_oop@bigpond.com>
Date: 6 May 2007, 2:12 pm
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Chapter One: Answered Prayers
A dry wind slowly wound its way through the metal jungle that is Teritum. The once bustling city is eerily quiet. A slow rumble builds up...which suddently becomes a load roar as five S-19 'Roaring Thunder' Fighter-Bombers flew over Yuri's head. He briefly looked up, and then went back to looking through his scope. He was stationed on top of one of the skyscrapers in South Teritum. The UNSC has posted him there to watch for any possible covenant attack against the now weakened lines. He sighed. After six hours on top of the metal construct, he had seen all of nothing, and was hating it. He keyed his mic.
"HQ, this is Yuri. I confirm five S-19s"
"Roger that, Yuri. Keep on station."
"As always, Base. Yuri out."
He looked over at his spotter, Mike.
"Got anymore bars?"
"All of 'em. Man, I have no frikin clue how you live after eating these things," he said, tossing his partner a power bar "thier deadly."
Yuri gave his Mike a smile, ripped open the easy-to-open covering, and took a huge bite. He then turned again to his scope.
"Yup, there go the S-19s. Total fighter jock like. See that one? He doing a barrel roll. Show-off."
Mike, now alert, looked into his high-powered monoscope.
"Mano, those are evasive manuve....****! One just exploded!"
Yuri cranked up his scope's power and looked again. Yes, there was ground fire. The S-19s where dodging for all they were worth, but one started smoking and vibrating.
"Crap! Get HQ on the walkie! Tell 'em that Grid 20-by-52 is hot! Looks like a large covie force!"
Mike didnt heasitate a second. He grabed his mic, hit the button, and screamed into it "Grid 20-by52 is hot, I repeat Grid 20-by-52 is hot! God damn we got a fighter down!"
Static met him.
He turned to look at where base camp was supposed to be....and saw thousands of explostions. He turned back to Yuri.
"Base camps gone!"
Yuri looked back.
"Oh **** this isnt good.....well, what are you standing there for, get Firebase Delta on the horn right the Fudge now!"
As he buised himself with that, yuri turned back to look at Grid 20-by-52. Only two S-19s were still flying. Luckily, they were both out of range from ground fire. Unluckily, they were both loosing altitude at a fast rate. Yuri looked at where they might be able to land....and his building was one of the candidates, along with a large plaza just a stones throw away. Yuri turned to Mike.
"Put a flare down. I dont want them to be ripped up by those...things...down there."
Mike stoped fiddling with the radio, grabbed a flare from one of his pouches, lit it, and dropped it to the rooftop.
Both planes suddently turned thier way.
"Good' Yuri murrmered "come to us."
"Ghost, five o'clock." Mike said to Yuri, his voice hoarse from screaming."Why dont we welcome it here."
Yuri gave another smile, this one one that a predator might give to his prey, totally devoid of emotion. He flipped the saftey off of his rifle and sighted in...
Lt. John 'Buckeye' Reardon ran. Every part, every atom of his body screamed at him to stop, but he wouldnt allow himself to stop. Those *******s had hit Alpha base, and whiped it out. He yet again thanked God that he had been out on patrol. He shuddered, reliving the moment. As he and his marines had gotten back to where the first line of Alpha's defenses had been, they met only destruction. Somthing told him to turn back, but he ordered the 'hogs forward to Alpha base. After passing line after line of ruined defenses, they came to the heart of Alpha base. It lay in ruins, with thousands of grunts, hundereds of Jackals, and many Elites stoping around, shooting everything. He yelled at his driver, PFC Donaho to get the hell out of there. He turned the hog around and revved it. Thats when those *******s in those freekish Ghosts gave chase. He had gotten about 2 miles from Alpha base when they blew up Johnsons 'hog. He then got everyone out and started a run for Delta base. He only had five men with him.
This wasnt gonna be fun.
He looked behind him and saw yet another ghost. Donaho saw it to.
"Damn it!" he screamed "I gave you the slip, you *******! How the **** did you find us!"
"Less talk, more run!" Buckeye screamed in reply. "Get to that ruined building! Right now!"
He and what was left of 2 platoon, five battle-weary men, sprinted for the cover of the building. He looked behind him. The ghost was gaining to fast. They wouldnt make it.
"RUN FASTER!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
A sharp crack echoed through the metal conyons.
Alive, Buckeye jumped behind a piece of rubble, and turned to look at the threat. Or what was left of it.
Half the head had caved in, with brains splattered everywhere. After that, the freak had falled down and been smashed by his own vehicles anti-grav fields.
Private Eeclon looked at the seen to, and started laughing. He then turned to the Lt.
"Wow, sir, I didnt know you where such a good shot."
Buckeye looked at him strangly.
"I didnt shoot..."
Eeclon looked at him, looked back at the now dead elite, and then back at the Leutenant.
"Then, sir, who shot?"
A note of static stoped Buckeye from responding. He looked down at his mic.
"He.......ell.....wh....is....?"
He cranked up the broadcast/recieve strength.
"Hello, hello, is anyone there? Who is there?"
"This is Lt. Reardon, who am I speaking to?"
"Buckeye!? Its Yuri! Where are you!"
He heaved a sigh of relief. Yuri was one of his fellow boot-camp survivors.
"Were lighting a flare."
"Negative, negative, do not light fare, I repeat, do not light a flare. Were trying to guide some
aircraft to our position. Were on the Skyscraper near Tugnizalia Square. On second thought, come towards us."
"Roger that. Glad to see you lived, Yuri."
"Nice to see your among the living to. Now come one up here, we've got energy bars."
A collective groan went up with that, but it was a groan of happyness.
Whadda ya think? :biggrin: or :frown: ?
Chapter 2: A Downed Flight
Flight Officer Dane Rupert flicked the switch. The S-19's engines roared to life. He then did checks to make sure his payload was secure, that his chin gun was loaded, and that all the lights in the cocpit were green. He then keyed his mic.
"Alpha Base, this is Flight Orange, we are go for launch."
"Flight Orange, this is Alpha Base. You are clear for launch."
"Gee, thanks Alpha. Over and out."
He could almost hear the radio operator's speech when he got back about non-useful chatter, but it was well worth it to barb him. He half smiled, then keyed his mic again, this itme for his flight.
"OK, Alphas cleared us for launch. Lets do this thing."
He and four other S-19s zipped down the runway, and lifted off into the blue.
A few minutes later, he was flying over Grid 20-by-52, a clean grid. He still had an hour on his ETA to the bombing site, a covenant base. He looked down on the city of Teritum, a once beautiful place, now marred by craters made by artillery. He once took a trip to this city, and was now thinking about how he might get leave so...
BOOM!
An explosion rocked his fightet. He glanced at the radar. It told him that he was screwed. He immediatly began issuing orders.
"Break up, evasive manuvers, weve gotta get back to Alpha base right fucking now!"
Even as he issused the orders, he put his plane in a barrel roll away from the mass of red that marked his radar. As he was upside down, he saw one of Orange Flight's planes going down, a wing missing. As he completed the roll, another plane blew up in a large fireball that engulfed a third plane. He immediatly made a tight turn that brought him back to look at alpha base...or what was left of it.
"Awww ****!" He said to no one inparticular. He then keyed his mic, this time a direct channel to FO DeMerci, his last surviving pilot.
"Weve gotta land" he heard over the com before he even had time to speak. "They hit my
engine."
"Ok, got any good spots in mind?"
"Yeah, how bout the place with the flare?" DeMerci said sarcastically. Rupert looked, and saw a flare on top of a skyscraper. He heard DeMerci reason it out.
"Well, somebody had to light the falre, and were no less screwed if it turns out to be covenant."
"OK...if you say so...."
To be continued...
Chapter 3:
Covenant plasma fire arced towards the convoys position, but Sar Maj. Calahan wasn't scared. These new land warriors, or 'cages' as the marines had already started to call them, could sure take a beating, and he was glad for it. Already he had been hit with a plasma round that couldce, shouldve, killed him. But it didnt. The APC had taken it and had continued on. And the driver said that this could take more. He shook his head. He hoped the new armor could take the beating, or else this would be a very short battle. He looked back at his squad. Instead of the balistic armor that most ODST wore, his guys wore the new Living Inside Fire Element Suit, or LIFE Suit. First used by firefighters, it was now reinforced with titanium Z, found on one of the planets not totally ruined by the covenant. The APCs were also made out of this super strong material. His squad was the 101st ODST 'Lunatics', the ODST's experimental testers. He smiled. Basically translated, they were gunie pigs.
The armor was blood red, and if that didn't scare the covenant, thier weapons would. His heavy weapons man, Dieter, was wielding the UNSC's new battle armement, the plasma rifle. Not like the Covie's one, this looked like an old MP44, just it shot out mushroom looking plasma shots. Half of his squad was packing the new roundage in thier battle rifles. The first round in the 3 round burst was a small EMP round, not costing much more than a regular round. The second was a standard armor piercing round, and the last was a exploder, and exploding version of the shredder round. This would down any Elite in one burst. "As long as it works..." he wispered. In testing, the EMP round sometimes failed to go off, making the other 2 bullets useless. The rest of his squad, minus his sniper, had the old M5AB, this time with an upgrade. These had a Napalm tank stuck to the back. So, along with the regular fire function, they could send a steady stream of fire for over 100 meters, well within usual firefight range. His sniper was equiped with the higher explosive version of the exploder, which was garunteed to down an elite with one shot. The bad thing was, that a clip of these cost more than a nuke. He shook his head.
He looked at the ETA over his head. It read 30 seconds. He stood up. He knew that his subordinates and peers would be doing the same in the other APCs. He felt a shell leave a scorpions barrel as it wizzed past his APC. He screamed over the Intercom.
"Hardpan in 30!"
His soldiers looked at him. A few nodded, a few said prayers, a few kissed thier good luck charms, but the majority regarded this comment without doing anything. He screamed over the intercom again.
"I want you all to get to cover. No conventional squad tactics. Just shoot the hell out of whatever isn't UNSC."
The ETA hit 5 seconds.
He screamed again.
"5 SECONDS!"
It hit zero. The back door thumped down to the ground.
'GOGOGO! GET MOVING! GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR SOLDIER!"
He ran out of the door. All around him, his fellow soldiers were doing the same.
Fire rained down from the enemies position. A round hit a soldier. While that would have killed a regular ODST, this one just kept running.
All his troops made it to the low wall nearby. He peeked over the edge. There, yes, he saw one. He hefted his battle rifle and fired a three round burst.
Duk saw the humans, and fired at one of them. Instead of droping him, and splattering his guts on the road, he kept on going. He activated his plasma grenade. Then it hit. A firery sensation ripped through his chest as the rounds punctured his shield. Then the exploder hit him. He felt no more.
Calahan saw his target go down, the EMP, AP, and ER working perfectly. He then switched to regular rounds and started hitting grunts.
Dieter set up his plasma rifle. He sighted in, and then saw it. A huge, hulking figure, almost like a knight, came running out. A hunter.
"Oh no you don't *****." He wispered through gritted teeth. A hunter had killed his fiance on Alpha Centari. This wasnt just for the UNSC. This was personal. He opened fire.
Put 'Dergoname saw the Elite go down, and roared. They would pay. Instead of bothering with charging his cannon, he roared again and charged. Before he was halfway there, he felt plasma hit him, burn through his armor, and go through his hide. He howled in pure animal rage, and fell down, dead.
The rest of the battle went smoothly enough for the UNSC. Only one round, a direct hit from a grenade launcher, had taken a man out of the fight, and that was due to a concussion for the hit, not from any physical damage. All the covenant were whiped out. They reloaded up, and headed for Tugnizalia square.
Chapter Four: For Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Bastards.
Duk 'Oonommee looked out from his concealed postion. He saw nothing. He moved his mandibles in a circle, what would basically convey into a human sigh, and looked back on his troops. He and his regiment of grunts, jackals, elites, 4 hunter blood-bonds (8 hunters for those of you not versed in Halo-i-tude), and 6 brutes were deployed on the main roadway from Derilicium, the huma...no, Duk thought, the things base. They didn't deserve a name. He was there to amubsh the things that were sure to come once they got word of the covenants newest battle victory. The puny things would be crushed like worms, he thought.
Duk was glad for his job. He had been a lowly elite, until most of his race, those heritics, had deserted the covenant armada at earth. Without thier help, they had lost earth, lost the relic. Lost everything. The things had immediatly retaken many planets after thier defe...no, Duk thought again, thier temporary setback, on the planet X-34-78-12-56, what the things called Earth. This was where he, and the rest of his race still true to the cause, would stop the other heritics advance.
A grunt barked at him. He looked around the wall once more. Yes, he could see the smoke tails that the thing's rides gave off. He zoomed in with his monoscope. 234 units away. He hit a button on his belt.
Seconds later, he heard the plasma crackle as a large Wraith shell hit nearby one of the vehicle. He hit the button ten times in quick succesion. Suddently, the ground ahead of him seemed to reach for the sky as blast after blast rocked the human convoy. He saw at least one vehicle take a direct hit. A large could of smoke obscured his vision for a heartbeat. He smiled, knowing that there would be nothing left of what was once a convoy. His smile turned to disbelief as he saw every vehicle still driving on. One of them had a smoking roof, but other than that, they were all fine. He hit the button again, and again, and again. He heard a whine and smilied. They wouldnt survive this. Then it hit him: plasme doesnt make a whine. He looked up. A human artillery shell was flying towards the Wraiths position. He heard, and felt, an explosion. He hit the button again. There was no response. He looked at the humans again. 100 units away, and closing fast. He yelled out an order and grabed a plasma grenade. His troops complied. They all drew weapons, or started to charge up thier weapons. Then he saw it: A new human vehicle. It looked like a box on wheels. He took a closer look at the convoy. At the back were two Scorpion tanks, but that was the only vehicle he knew of. All the rest were the new vehicle. It seemed to him as if a stone had settled at the bottom of his stomach. He gulped once, and gave the order to fire.
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