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The Chronicle of Squad Omega: Chapter III
Posted By: Dark-NiTe
Date: 14 April 2004, 12:42 AM
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The delay was massive, due to some screw-ups, but here's the closing chapter of the story.
The battered men proceeded further into the icy canyon, their only intent to reach the safezone. The only thing that fueled them was just to get out of this alive. Hell, they barely were alive as it was. The frigid stone walls around them adopted a watery blue glow as they trudged deeper.
"We should almost be there," Captain Alexander said, supporting his fellow soldier.
"It's about damn time," Jett said. His pain was excrutiating. But he decided that nothing would be painful neogh to detur his desire just to get home.
A light snow began to fall, blanketing the icy ground. Stalagmite formations of ice began to appear as well when the canyon leveled out. They peppered the landscape in all places; huge spikes jutting from the snow.
Then the thought hit him. Jett realized that it couldn't be long before Covenant patrols would find the Elite's corpse. It almost panicked him. They needed to move, and fast.
"Do you hear that?" Skye said, looking up. His eyes scanned the surroundings as his ears tensed. Everyone froze.
"Wort, Wort,"
"Oh shit." They all heard it. Just hearing the noise was almost the equivilant of hearing their death, rushing tword them. But, right now was the last time to die. Alexander didn't think of it as a posibility. If the hellish catastrophe they just had been through didn't kill them, he wasn't about to let some scum like the Covenant finish the act.
The sound of running strides was coming close, and they knew that meant one thing. It was time for one last fight.
Breaking unity, they all took cover behind a stalagmite. This was it. Through their pain, they readied their weapons.
It was then the Covenant band rounded the corner. 3 Elites, 2 Jackals, 2 Grunts. Skye just thanked God it wasn't more than that. They came with surprising caution, their varied alien forms looking every which way...looking for the threat.
And then Skye just thought, "The hell with it," and chucked a greneade into them while the crowd was still together. The lucky placement of the frag picked off an Elite right off the bat. It was probably the most integral action to them if they were to reach victory.
The Grunts scattered in fright, just as they always did. Jett managed to fell one of them in a blind spray from around his icy cover. It spun into the air leaving a blue trail across the ice, and landed with a thud.
Alexander elimated the remaining Grunt, and tossed another frag out into the open. A dead Jackal flew right past him a second later in a cloud of purple, clipping his arm and making him fall into the shallow snow. He yelled out in pain...and for the first time in his life...just decided not to get up.
He knew it was not something a captain should do in the line of fire, especially when his squad was relying on him, but it seemed as if nothing would come from his effort. His vision was blurry and trailing. His head throbbed in pain. Not this time...
Skye thought the Capatin was dead. He thought it was the only way that a man like Vincent Alexander wouldn't get up, if he was dead. "Damn," he said. There was nothing to lose now to him. The Captain was everything. The only part that held this machine of a squad together. Most of the others were already dead...
Yelling the whole way, he rushed into the fray firing in senseless rage.
"No!" Jett shouted at Skye seeing him run into the band of Covenant.
[indnet]Skye Firenze made his last stand. The muzzle flash of his MA5B shone even through the white snowfall, as Jett watched in grim acceptance. An Elite fell in a spray off blood as Skye's shells penetrated its skull. Jett couldn't believe it. Everything seemed to slow.
He spun around, killing a Jackal with a hail of bullets, but then his luck ended, if such a thing existed. The last Elite caught him with a brutal strike from its plasma rifle. Skye yelled out and fell forward, face hitting the ice and snow. The Elite laughed a sinister and outwardly insulting bellow, and put its rifle to Skye's head.
In one final rebuke, Skye spun up avoiding the plasma ball that would've ended his life. He put all his strength into a melee strike to the face of the Elite. It's neck snapped back from the force, but returned a glare; not hit hard enogh to be broken. Its growl rose into a gutteral yell of anger as it smashed its arm into Skye's ribcage, shattering nearly all his ribs on impact. Skye flew back hard into an icy wall, bounced off after impact, and died.
Jon South immeadiately ended the Elite with a shotgun blast. It fell, and so did he. Jon was still alive.
It was over. Jon did his best to save Skye, but arrived too late. Nothing could be taken back, but he knew he did what he could.
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The Pelican swooped in moments later. A crew of marines piled out to safeguard the area while Jett, Jon, and Captain Alexander were escorted out on stretchers. Jett had no regrets. He would've died trying to save Skye, and he knew it. The captain always regarded Skye's death to be, in part, his fault. Jon did what he could.
And in the end that was all it amounted to. Slipping away into unconciousness, Jett, the Captain, and Jon would all live another day to fight in Squadron Omega.
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