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Jenkins sighed. Here he was again riding majestically on a brand new pelican, skimming just over the surface of one of haloís beautiful seas. He was soaring into battle and by the tone of Sargeís voice during the briefing it would be a tough one. He sighed again. He hated being a marine. He hated doing all the dirty work. Sure you got to kill all the Covenant you want and get 3 hot meals a day (so the recruitment poster said) but he wished for something more. He wanted to be a Spartan. Every time he saw them his heart lifted. He basked in their glory, wide-eyed and dreamy. His favourite was the one called Master-chief. No one knew his real name and he was only addressed by his rank. Of course he was the only one left after Reach but still there was something special about him that singled him out above all the other mark Vís. The pelican hit a high wave and the cabin jolted, knocking Jenkins out of his daydream. He thought to himself how stupid he was and how there was no chance that he could become one of the elite. Anyway he knew that they where genetically engineered. H wondered if they possessed a soul? ìETA 30 seconds boys, get readyî, echoed Foe Hammers voice around the cabin. His stomach full of butterflies, like it always was, reminded him of battle. The excitement. The thrill of the kill. He swallowed, though his mouth was dry. Sarge spoke up. ìMarines! Saddle up! Lock ëen load!î Here we go again, said Jenkins, half aloud. The drop ship descended above a semi-desert plateau. In the distance he could make out various outposts and barricades. Enemy territory. He leaped out with the other 8 or 9 marines and flicked on his mission recorder. Foe Hammer took off. They where alone. The squad of the UNSCís finest trudged along the desert path. No one spoke and they kept to themselves. They where about 100 meters away from the target when Sarge raised up his hand, signalling for them to halt. He motioned for them to form a line and proceeded to run down it giving individual orders to each man. Jenkins looked over the ridge that they where stationed on. He saw a Covenant outpost. There where around 6 or 7 grunts and a blue elite. One other grunt manned a shade pulse cannon and there was a stationery ghost parked along side it. The grunts where doing push upís while the elite barked out orders in an undecipherable tongue. Sarge dropped down beside him. ìHey Jenkins we need to neutralise that barricade if weíre gonna make any progress. I want you to concentrate on the two grunts to the left. Take ëem out with pistol fire and lob a grenade or two. You got that?î ìYes sirî, Jenkins half-shouted though his voice had a note of nervousness about it. Sarge moved down the rest of the line. He finished talking to the last marine. A new recruit, called Mendoza, but a hell of a good shot. He signalled that they where about too attack. He whispered, ë1. 2. 3!î The elite fell dead immediately from a sniper shot to the head, the tell tail white line still in the air. None of the men had a sniper rifle. Suddenly an eight-foot tall, beast of a man in full armour stormed over the hill, assault file blazing. It was master chief. 5 Grunts fell dead, mid-push up, their blood staining the sandy ground. The other two stepped up, but one was immediately felled by a burst of fire. The other made a mad dash for the ghost, jumped in and fired up the engines only to crash into the shade killing both the gunner and himself. Grunts where never taught to pilot vehicles. It had all ceased as quickly as it had begun. The marines, speechless, watched as the master chief calmly reloaded his weapons, swinging his sniper rifle on his back and kicking the dead elite on his way, just to make sure. He approached the rag tag unit of battle-hardened veterans who at the moment looked like a bunch of schoolboyís drooling over the latest video game. Wide-eyed Jenkins ran up to him, as did the others, and they fell into line. The Sarge spoke. ìGood after-noon sir.î (I only got halo a couple of weeks ago and my mate referred me to this site, which is great by the way. I looked through some of the fiction, of which some was very good and I decided to have a go myself. Tell me what you think. I will be continuing this story when I have the time. Be aware that I wrote it in about 10 or so minutes so it may not have been great. please email me @ armegedenisnow@hotmail.com) |
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