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The story of a marine; chapter 6
Posted By: Ugly Wimp<uglywimp@gmail.com>
Date: 20 November 2007, 8:53 pm
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[It has been a while, but I have been busy/lazy. I hope to get back a somewhat regular schedule. ~Ugly Wimp]
Chapter 6:
0345 (Ships Time), September 19, 2552 (Military
Calendar)/ UNSC Cruiser Pillar of Autumn, location
unknown.
Private Waldron braced himself against the bulkhead and peaked around before firing another burst into the group of grunts. It was surprising, he hadn't seen any Jackals, though they could usually be found leading the grunts. Instead there was a preponderance of elites, which was, in many ways, worse. At one point the Master Chief burst into the battle, but he was gone again in a flash.
Waldron's squad moved on, and when the evacuation order was given, they headed for a life pod bay. Halfway there, the squad heard, "I smell something…" in a high, squeaky voice that could only belong to a grunt. They all stopped.
"Of course you smell something! There dead everywhere," this was from a second grunt.
Then came a strange sound, which was obviously an elite. The marines still did not have translation software for them yet.
The marines were silent. The enemies were obviously right around the corner. A marine walked up and flattened himself against the wall, and crept toward the corner. He got out a grenade, pushed the detonate button, and threw the grenade around the corner. Evidently there were quite a few grenades lying around in the next corridor, for after the first explosion, there were more and more until the whole hallway was lit by blue and yellow fire. Those Covenant who were in the hall were practically incinerated. The marines moved on quickly, and avoided looking at the gore for too long.
Several empty halls later, the group of marines came upon a life boat and got on board. "Let's get out of here!" Someone said.
"I don't know…" Andrew said thoughtfully, "there are still some open seats; we should wait a little longer."
After a little bit, a scared crewman ran up. "We have to get out of here, the Covenant are right around the corner!" No one argued. They strapped in, the doors of the life boat closed, and the pod exploded from the side of the Autumn.
It was not long before fire began to glow on the front of the vehicle, and soon it was bouncing its way through the ring's atmosphere. There was a crash, and the lifeboat began bouncing and shaking as it tore a swath of fire into the landscape. Finally, Bumblebee Human Escape Vehicle thudded to a stop. The rear doors slid apart, and the shaken men and women, many who had never seen each before, stumbled out.
"Shit!" was the first spoken word. "Damn it," Walker said. "Of all the places to land, we land here!" The area was blanketed with thorny bushes that were seven feet tall and very thick. The only place where there were no bushes was in the large path cut by the life pod when it crashed.
"Did anyone bring a machete?" Andrew asked.
"What should we do?" asked a nervous looking crewman.
"It looks like we are in a bowl shaped valley," a marine said. "Though there could be more of this bush outside, but I think it's worth trying to get to the top."
The sergeant, a man named O'Shea, nodded and pulled out a field scope with range finder, and surveyed the terrain. "Shortest distance to the rim is two klicks that way. I guess we better move out." If was not for the plants, the marines would have been out of the valley in no time. However, they had to crawl the distance, because the spines did not grow down near the base of the plants. An hour later, the tired men and women pushed through the bushes and climbed the last few feet to the rim of what now appeared to be some sort of crater. They looked out upon nearly barren flats with the occasional butte sticking out of the ground. There were no thorny plants here, just a brown grass that stretched on forever.
"Phew, look at that view," a corporal named Ryan said.
"You think that's something, look up," another marine said. Everyone did, and gasped. Above them, the ring continued to stretch toward the sky, and they could faintly make out the opposite side in the distance.
Suddenly, the radios inside the helmets of the marines crackled. "This is UNSC AI Cortana contacting all active radio transmitting units. Does anyone copy?"
"This is UNSC marine Sergeant Grade 2 O'Shea, I copy. I have ___ marines and crewman with me."
"Roger," Cortana replied over the sergeant's ear piece. "What is your lifeboat identification number?"
"#65974-5DJ9; we are approximately two kilometers away from it over."
"Understood, I am sending a drop ship to pick you up. Over and out."
"Over and out. Alright people you heard the lady, sit tight, help is on the way."
"Hey, I think I see them on the horizon," a crewman said as he put his hands up to shield his eyes.
"God dam it!" O'Shea cursed. "That's a drop ship alright, a covenant drop ship!"
"What do we do?" the crewman asked.
"I think we are going to have to go back into the brush," Andrew said.
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