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Souls of War.: Part 3: Storming the Fortress
Posted By: Dark-NiTe
Date: 16 February 2004, 9:07 PM
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Ok...ok...I understand that some of you are dissapointed by the apparent "death" of Sargent Johnson. I have one thing to ask you... DO YOU REALLY DOUBT ME THAT MUCH?! Of course Sargent Johnson doesn't die. He's SARGENT JOHNSON. Do you really think i would do that to you? Nawwww. I was trying to throw you for one, and now look what ya made me do...now I ruined my own plot twist. Alright, on with the show.
"Alright, how about you tell me who you guys are," John said to the 2nd squadron that had perviously joined joined them just outside the outpost.
"Tsu Omura." A heavy weaponist as well
"Alex Fredrikson."
"Joe England." A medic.
"Dex Freemond."
"Jack Daniels." He toted two pistols.
"Are you serious," John said.
"Yes, that's my name OK?!" Jack said. Tears welled up in his eyes.
"Gentlemen your presence is welcome," The MC started. "I would like to stand around and chat, but right now we have to get a plan together. Were any of you breifed on this outpost's schematics?"
"I was, sir," Tsu said. "It's pretty straight forward in design, it's a big defense tower," he said, his Asian upbringing apparent in his speech. "The tower has one long spiral path leading to the top, with each floor consisting of a circular balcony outside full of weaponry and turrets. It is highly probable that all the Covenent inside this building are outside on the balconies, manning the guns," he said.
"Good work," John said surprised at the marine's knowledge of this structure. Soldiers were breifed on so little nowadays. It was always, 'GO IN AND KILL EVERYTHING', John knew that they were usually told nothing more.
Tsu continued, "We were originally the demolitions squad sent to plant the explosives in this tower, be we almost decided to fall back after we thought that Harry would die back there, but now we can continue...I am honored with your presence Master Cheif," he slightly bowed.
"Never try to flatter m-," John started, but then paused for a moment, and bowed in return. "Follow through with your assigned mission soldier," John said, "and place those explosives. My squadron and I will have your backs."
Both squads of marines mumbled in perparedness and agreement. "We'll be placing one bomb on every floor," Dex Freemond informed.
"OK then. Move out mar-" John started but-
Exactly 6 Hunters and 4 gold Elites walked out of the shadowy abyss of the octagonal room they were in.(Walkway running up the side.)
"So I guess they aren't all on the balconies?" Tsu squeaked.
"ALL OF YOU GO, NOW! CARRY OUT YOUR JOBS!" John yelled looking to the aliens but throwing his hand back at the marines behind him. Some of them hesitated, others ran before the MC's words.
"But Cheif-" Earl started.
"Go," John growled. And so they ran up the walkway. Neal looked back one final time as he glimpsed John throwing down his AR (it was empty), and whipping out the plasma sabre. He then dissapeared from Neal's veiw under the walkway.
Go time. John let out a gutteral yell and lunged at a Hunter, jamming the sabre into its soft spot, jumping onto the blade's hilt, and then vaulting off of it while dislodging it making the huge beast fall in a fountain of orange blood. John landed, plasma blade in hand, and then looked up to see a Hunter charging its cannon......
"Do you think the Cheif's OK?" Neal asked Miguel.
"Dont be an ass, man, of course! The MC can do anything!" Miguel replied as they ran up the walkway. 1 floor bomb-armed, 29 more to go. It was going to take a while.
John quickly ran to the Hunter that was charging, and got off a slice to the neck in the fraction of a second before its shot. In a spray of gore, it fell to the side and its fluked shot obliterated a gold elite in a purple explosion. John tumbled across the floor, narrowly dodging a swipe from a gold Elite's plasma sabre. "Damn," he grunted, and threw the sabre toward his advirsary. It hit is mark right in its chest. John yanked out the blade, and the Gold fell.
Luckily, the band hadn't run into any fights on their way to the top, 10 floors had been set now, with 20 more to do still. Tsu worked hastily and feverishly with the bombs, but precisly as to preserve their working order. He had done faster before, though. He guessed it was just his nerves, without the Cheif there and all.
John felled another Hunter just as a white-hot pain hit his leg. He didn't realize that he had been knicked in the leg with a plasma sabre until after he decapitated the gold Elite that did so. Twas a costly mistake however. John knew it was a 'one false move and you're dead,' situation. A Hunter batted him in the back with its cannon, slamming him against the wall and cracking it. He slumped down, feeling that ache in his back and chest...
"Ah shit!" Jack Daniels yelled as a swarm of Jackels flooded into their position. "We got company!"
"Tsu keep working!" Jim yelled and opened fire on his Covie foes. Their firepower was astounding as they felled about 3 Jackels a second. But they kept pouring in... Damn, what's gonna happen when we have to reload? Dex thought as he took down another Jackel.
"Fuck!" yelled Jack Daniels, pistols blazing furiously. "FUCK THE FUCKING FUCKERS!"
John rose to his feet, pain radiating inside him. That blow was just a little hard. But no giving up now.
No giving up ever.
John ran forward, and ran a hunter through without flinching. It fell behind him as did a green explosion from a Hunter's cannon. With a dodge, then a slash to the throat, the last Gold fell.
And then the last to Hunter's were on either side of him.
With the Coupe De Grace, John spun a 360 with his sabre outstretched, and the two Hunter's twisted, then fell.
It was over.
John fell to one knee, his green armor dripping with orange and purple.
"They're dead..." Dex panted. "What floor are we on?"
"25. 5 more." Tsu replied.
"Damn," Jim shook his head. He didn't know if they could stand another fight like this.
It had stopped raining now, they grey sky was wisped with clouds. Mostly the dead lay on the beach, though a battle still raged on.
A body washed ashore.
The body was dressed in the gray military uniform, and was wearing a gray cap as well.
Sargent Johnson pushed himself up, out of his face-first position in the sand. And then he realized he was alive. He looked at his armor, still scorched. He barely felt pain in his previously impaled side...he had forgotten the shrapnel. But what he did now was that he had a second chance, although badly hurt. He limped feebly toward the installation, avoiding battle, and wondered if he would see John when he got there.
DA DA BA DUMMMMMMMMM...TO BE CONTINUED...
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