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Souls of War.: Part 2: Into The Fire
Posted By: Dark-NiTe
Date: 16 February 2004, 7:11 PM
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The battle raged ferociously on the beach behind them, as the bewildered squad looked to see the Master Cheif wading through the sea's waters to them. It was still pouring rain, and had increased in intensity somehow.
"Sargent Johnson is dead," John said, no emotion was shown even behind his helmet.
"Oh God WHY?!" Bill Williams screamed. In a blind fenzied rage of unfiltered emotion, he rushed out into the battle flailing his AR and firing it randomly...even into the air. He was immediately cut down by plasma fire, falling face first into newly red sand.
"Goddammit Billy..." Jim said through gritted teeth.
What a terriffic squad I'm working with...,John thought to himself. "OK, moving on," the Master Cheif started, "you all know that our mission here is to clear the Covenent installation on this beach. First, we need to get to it."
An explosion made the ground quake, and more dirt rained upon them behind their vehicle barricade. "How the hell are we gonna do that?" Neal shakily asked. Earl King had the same look on his face.
'We'll find another squadron to ally with, and maybe then we'll be able to work together to get into the outpost...it might be better to attack the Covenent inside the base with a large fire team," John said.
"Sounds like a plan to me!" Jim said confidently. Neal still was nervous. He didn't want to die. He didn't even want to be here...WHY THE HELL DID HE ENLIST? He asked himself that question every night for 6 years...
"OK, stay behind me all of you, and watch all each other's backs. If one of you weighs us down, I will not hesitate to leave you behind," were the words of the Spartan. "One more thing, does this squad have any specialties?"
Jim took the liberty upon himself to tell the Master Cheif that Miguel was a Medic and Gin was a Sniper. "Good," John said.
There was a silence between them in which they heard explosions, cries of the dying, and grunts of their opposing aliens; all sounds of war.
...
"Go!" John shouted.
The squad, though half of them frightened, swung out from behind their sanction as one concentrated force of distruction, the staccato bark of the AR eminating from their formation. John stayed in front, while the marines behind arched in a semi-circle only un-filled at the rear.
Neal was horrified at what he saw around him, fellow marines were falling all around them on the rainy beachground, some he recognized...The muzzle of his AR strobed in golden light as he focused on a blue Elite rushing towards him. His heart dropped as it got even closer; his clip count was at 23 shells left on the screen, and he kept emptying it into the tenacious alien. Purple blood spattered out of its form, some of it onto Neal's uniform. It ran on still. "DIE, DAMN YOU! DIE!" Neal yelled in frustration, his bloodshot eyes wide as the blaze from his gun reflected on his face.
The blue screen on his AR read 0. The Elite was still alive.
"NO!" Neal cried out as the blood drenched elite came upon him out of the raging veil of rain. It raised its fist...
...only to have the Master Cheif grasp its arm, jam his rifle into it resulting in a compound fracture, and shortly after silencing its cry of pain by giving it a bullet to the face.
Purple gore splashed onto Neal's face which was frozen in shock, his AR still upheld.
John said nothing and lead the squad on.
They trudged on through the rain and sand for about 30 minutes taking out Covenent as they went, and then John spotted a band of marines huddled close behind a boulder laced with weeds and beach grass halfway to the outpost. A marine cried, "Medic! Medic! GODDAMMIT MEDIC!" over a thunder crash in the gray sky.
John's squad ran over to them, and sought protection behind the massive rock as well. "Here, I can help you!" Miguel shouted in a Spanish accent over the impossibly escalated thunderstorm; it was almost blinding. "Where's the wounded marine?"
The soldier answered, "Right here, behind me. He took 2 or 3 turret shots to the upper torso." He got out of the way to reveal the victim, and Miguel took off his pack.
"Holy shit," Jim said looking at the marine.
Miguel made some quick observations to see what needed to be done. The soldier had the charactaristic triangle clustered plasma burns from the turrets across part of his chest and right arm. He was loosing blood pretty fast, visibly in fact. He wasn't expressing much pain, only slightly moaning...he could've been in shock.
John saw that he was a heavy weapons specialist as well, noting the shotgun still partially clutched in his right hand, and the rocket launcher rested behind his back.
"Hold still," Miguel said taking a small, pistol-like object from his back. It was short, smooth, rounded, and black, and had a brightly lit green LED display on the side as well as a chunky trigger. Miguel held it over the marine's open arm wound and pulled the trigger. The marine felt a cold rush as the bio-foam secreted from the device and into his arm. It would harden to flesh-like consistency in maybe 5 minutes. Miguel repeated this on one of his upper chest wounds. The 4 others were in operable however, too close to the stomach and heart. Bio-foam couldn't substitute cardiac or digestive muscles, even for a short time, it would most likely end up killing the patient. "I've done all I can," Miguel said.
"WORT WORT!" A gold Elite plunged its plasma sabre into the wounded marine slicing right through him into the rock. The others fell back, startled, and John snatched the Shotgun out of the as-well-as-dead soldier's hand and pulled the trigger in the Elite's face. It fell back behind the rock, and the sabre died in a blue flash, the handle falling into the dead marine's lap. John got up, snatched the handle, and the energy pack on the gold Elite and shouted gruffly, "All of you come on!"
The stunned squadrons followed his order, and they proceeded in an all-out sprint to the installation. Their guns rang out through the storm, killing Grunts, Jackels, Elites all the same. They were only several strides away after about 3 minutes of running as fast as they possibly could, and were all thouroughly exhausted, excluding John, who had only started his exercise regimine for the day.
Gin prayed that the Cheif's plan would work, they all did.
John led them into the installation; he would save introduction time for the other squad accompanying them later.
The real battle was yet to come.
Jim shot a glance at the plasma sabre handle at the Master Cheif's waist.
DA DA DA DUMMMMM...TO BE CONTINUED...
Hey kids! Get ready for some super spectacular skillfully skillfull Samurai wannabe action in the next installment of:SOULS OF WAR.
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