Tango 34. First contact. Part one(hopefully)
Posted By: dingo224
Date: 6 July 2008, 2:41 pm
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"No way man" said CPL leon walker.
"I'm telling you he real" followed his freind LCPL Jack Hanes
"Have you ever seen him. Or for that manner any spartan?" replied Leon tersly
"Well no ,but ive seen Vids on them and ive heard other marines talk of him."
"They're all space talk, they were paid to say that. it was probaly a really brave marine who was dressed in some new fancy armour."
"But their was a marine from Echo 22 that actually fought beside him and got a large amount of Record Vid on him. I saw him take a Grunts head clean off in that Vid."
"Tell you what you pull up the Vid and i'll buy you a beer and make you squad leader." finished CPL walker
"Yes sir"
The marines were sat knee deep in muddy water , in a small trench, surrounded by debris of a destroyed phantom. The contact was so fresh that the phantoms engines still radiated heat.
The marines in question were stationed on Nafu a small human colony on a middle class world. They were part of tango 34 company, a group of around ninety men. They worked alongside eighteen other companys , some who had fought covenant before, others fresh from boot.
The two warriors were part of the
anti-armour devision comprimising of a Scorpion, twenty souls and a armoury loaded of rocket launchers. The Devision was lucky to even have a galileiean rifle. When the covenant attacked half of the AAD was killed in the first hour. Two companys were down in two hours (Mike 75 and whiskey 11)
The LCPL and CPL were seperated from the remaining squad , but were lucky enought arm themselves with a rocket launcher before they went out of Alpha base .
LCPL Hanes wondered if any other men made it out.
Those Brutes were badass, and the new weapons they carried could rip you in half. They even had been outfitted with power armour.
odd enough there had been no elites in the force.
Not that this was a bad thing.
CPL Walker lifted a shard of blue power armour, and rapped his knuckles on it. The pearly blue alloy clanked menacingly, even though the owners body was scattered across the trench wall.
Walker had a bright idea. He pulled out some duct tape from his pocket and strapped the armour to his chest.
"Hey Jack? Check me out! im the bad-ass kitty from outer space!" Walker cheered
"Wicked Sir!" Hane responded, accidently dropping the launcher."oops!" He laughed sweeping it back up.
Walker ignored Hane's laughter for a moment. He strained his ears,and picked up a faint whirring. Banshee's.
Walker swore and took a step up the trench and observed the feild. Sure enough, slowy approaching them, was two Banshees.
"Lance bring that launcher!" He said slipping onto his chest.
Hane climbed the ridge and lied down next to the corpral.
"sir?" Hane asked, eyeing the bashee's "Their reading as freindly?"
Walker squinted at the contacts. they were in range for both partys but still no firing.
Walker noticed that it was elites flying the craft not Brutes. The Kittens tended not to dive as much,and often bee-lined to targets without any evasive manouvers whatsoever.
These two were pulling all sorts of acrobatics.
Hane had finished loading the launcher and perched it up against a mound soaked in purple gore.
The Radio in Cpl walkers ear buzzed static, followed by garbled transmissions.
--"This is.......Foxtrot 40......Anyone?!"--
"Hane keep tags on the banshee's!" Walker ordered before keying the response
"rodger foxtrot 40 this is Corpral walker of Tango 34"
--"Thank god...We....Elites....Brutes.."--
"your breaking up Foxtrot!" Walker keyed
"sir! The banshee's are setting down!" Hane yelled, arming the rocket launcher and tagging the aircraft.
Sure enough the purple ships had set down about half a klick away, and the pilots had removed themselves. Walker was right, they were elites, in Black armour.
"prepare to fire" Leon ordered.
The comm crackled
--"Do not engage!....Elites!"--
Leon frowned. "Belay last order"
Leon keyed the response again.
--"We have two Split-chins and Screechers, We must engage!"-
The comm, buzzed and foxtrot 40 replied breifly
-"transferring.....over"-
Leon shrugged, which Hane quickly matched.
The comm then filled with a low pitch voice, which seemed to echo and growl.
--"Human"--
Leon nearly dropped to his knees.The Elites had communications. so that meant the banshee's had triangulated the signals and could strafe exaclty where
They were.
Leon fumbled with his reply
"what do you want?" Not a gracious way to introduce but still.
--"I am Hak'tan'ornamee, of the third warrior creche.Observe"---
Leon looked above the trench and saw one of the elites wave at him.
"creepy" Hane said.
"and"
--"do not attack me or my assistant, or it will shatter the already fragile alliance with your race"--
"comforting. one less gun pointed at our head"
--"indeed"--
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