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Its Just One of Those Days (prologue: 2)
Posted By: Elfster<briane@teleport.com>
Date: 10 July 2003, 2:32 AM
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When he could see again he was on the ground, with a limp leg hanging infront of him, and the smell of smoke littering the lifeboat.
"Ugghh...." he tried to get up but there was an aching pain in his thigh.
"Cheif? CHEIF!? Can you hear me??.."
He pulled himself up and held onto one of the seats.
"Are you alright? Can you move?"
"What does it look like?"
He looked around...
The pilot was hunched in the chair, two marines looked the same in their seats, and one marine was face down on the floor with blood gushing out his head, and two marines sprawled on the ground outside - One of them moved.
"Hey! You ok!?" he ran over to the marine and realized it was Pvt. Johnson.
"Thank god, I thought I was the only one who made it out alive."
"Never doubt a Spartan." he helped Johnson to his feet. They looked around.
There were supplies scattered around, but no signs of life.
he sighed, "Gather up anything you need. and lets get outa here, before someone... or someTHING finds us...
"Alert! I'm picking up multiple Covenant dropships scattered throughout this area, We should get moving."
"Right."
Johnson picked up his rocket launcher, which he couldn't hold when they crashed, and he picked up a standard assault rifle and all the clips he could carry, which was 10. He had 2 rockets in his launcher and 2 spare. The Cheif picked up a pistol and 10 clips, also the standard assualt rifle and as many clips as he could find for it.
The humming of a Covenant dropship was heard in the distance.
"Lets get the hell outa here." They jogged across the metal bridge that went across the waterfall and proceeded up the hill. "Shit..." he pointed out 2 banshees in the distance, a small squad of Covenant up ahead, and a dropship of them coming across the bridge. "We're gonna need those rockets."
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"Shit! Retreat! Get up to the cliff!" Sarge screamed.
The marines were holding a position in a rock slide, using whatever they could for cover. A 10-15 foot cliff was above them. If they could get up to that they would own the higher ground, because the Covenant were about to own the lower.
There was a humming of an engine in the distance, then, before they knew what hit them, a Warthog flew off and cliff, and about a half a second later, a rocket flew out of it and hit the ground infront of the marines, but not too close, eliminating all Covenant forces. The warthog landed with a thud and bounced once.
The driver looked over casually - It was a spartan. The passenger was a marine with a rocket launcher, and the gunner was an armored marine.
"Sure could use your help, Sir."
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"Your Exellency, we just lost contact with Delta."
"Gah! Not again.. This primitive creature shall not defeat one more of our warriors in battle!.... Send in Epsilon and Beta..."
"Bu.... Master, are you sure? The combat and life support systems have not been tested!"
"Do not question my motives!" The roar came out of the shadows. "I don't care if it hasn't been tested! Epsilon will not fail us again!!!"
"Yes, Your Highness..."
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"Sir! We've got two Covenant dropships down there!" yelled one of the marines.
Sure enough, 2 Covenant dropships, in position to flank them, were unloading troops.
He was astonished by the effort the Covenant were puting in to kill these marines. Did they know he was here? Either way, 5 grunts, 2 with Needlers, 2 with Plasma Pistols, and one with a fuel rod cannon, all in silver armor, dumped out of one of the dropships, along with 2 Jackals with gold shields, and one extremely strange looking Elite. The Elite had a golden head, and the rest of his body was silver or mechanical. The second dropship unloaded another 5 grunts, all red, along with 2 gold-shielded Jackals and 2 Red Elites. He looked back at Pvt. Johnson..
"We're screwed."
"How many rockets do you have left?"
"Two."
"Fire them both at that Elite." he pointed to the mechanical Elite with the gold head."
"Sure thing." he fired both at the strange looking creature.
The first rocket hit its mark, and the Elite flew a foot or two into the air, but landed on its feet a yard away. It showed no reaction to what had happened, just kept on going. The second rocket came at it, and it jumped up 5 feet in the air and did a front-flip. The rocket flew under him as he landed, and hit a canyon wall behind him.
"Yup. We're screwed." Covenant came pouring in, but the marines weren't about to die without taking these scaley sons of bitches down with them. 8 Marines (outnumbered one to two) charged forward, triggers down. And when they ran out of ammo, they didnt bother to reload. They bashed with their guns and kicked and headbutted, fought hand to hand if they had two, occasionally falling back to reload and pump more rounds into the Covenant.
The strange Elite seemed to be especially interested in the Cheif. It lunged forward, and kicked him in the head, sending him to the ground. It was faster, stronger, and smarter than him.
But that didn't matter. He was pissed.
He tried to roll to kis feet, but a foot came down on his thigh. He screamed in pain, and a rifle came down on his head, followed by a kick to the ribs. He winced and coughed, Looking the thing in it's robotic eye.
"I haven't forgotten about you, Human."
He tried to get up again, it jumped for him again, but this time he was expecting it. He jammed his fist upwards as it fell, then swung his other fist into it's upper back. He kicked it in the rear and slammed his rifle into it's thigh, then jumped ontop of it and began beating it vigorously, without stoping or slowing down.
The Sarge took a punch to the gut, but the Elite that did it soon had it's head shot to a bloody pulp by the team sniper.
"WHO WANTS A PIECE A M-" a plasma bolt whizzed through his torso, incinerating most of his body. His head fell onto what was left of his legs. Johnson turned around and saw 2 bloody stumps along with a face emortally frozen in pain.
"ohhh you SONS OF BITCHES!!!" he pulled out both weapons and shot at anything thaty moved untill it stopped moving. "YOUR ALL GONNA ROT IN BLOODY HELL!!!" He screamed just as both his weapons clicked.
"Ahh shit..." He charged forward at the Covenant, bashing and kicking and screaming. "You won't take me without a fight you scum sucking BASTARDS!" He kicked one of the Jackals in the gut. It flew back and he grabbed its plasma pistol, charged it, and let go. The blast incinerated the whole body. He turned and elbowed an Elite behind him, which dropped it's weapon. He charged and shot, The Elite, thanks to it's shields, only had minor burns. The gun overheated, he threw it at the Elite's head and grabbed it's plasma rifle, and sent a stream of plasma at it, melting it's insides.
The Elite threw him off the first chance it got, and proceeded to beat on him. It thew him against the cliff wall, and he slumped onto his knees. The Elite grabbed it's plasma sword, and turned it on. It raised its arm and was about to swing when..
" YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" A familiar marine with an insane look on his face pounded into the Elite's back with no end. Johnson tookout his rocket launcher and, as the Elite was recovering from the force, swung the heavy end into it's head, sending it onto the ground and knocking the sword out of it's hand. The Elite reached for the sword, only to realize that the Cheif had it in his hands. It wasn't the first thing he noticed either...
16 Covenant bodies littered the ground, and 6 marines were standing in a semi-circle around him, all with their rifles loaded and aimed. Another marine, with a rocket launcher and needed anger management classes stood infront of him, with a Spartan behind him that had a plasma sword in his hand.
The sound of wind from a dropship echoed as five marines with sniper rifles appeared on the cliff ledge above them with their guns all pointing at the Elite as a very familiar femanine voice came through the radio -
"Echo 419 here and in force, ready to kick some serious ass."
The Elite, quick as lightning, turned on another plasma sword and, before anyone could react, shoved it into Pvt. Johnson.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The Cheif screamed as he shoved the Plasma sword through the Elite's back as all 11 Marines opened fire. The Elite fell to the ground, and lay motionless as Pvt. Johnson, who was standing there, his rocket launcher hanging infront of him by limp arms, trying to catch his breath, now has a plasma sword impaled in him and a look of sheer surprise and horror on his face.
He screamed at the top of his lungs. it took everyone a second to realize that it wasn't in pain. He held his rocket launcher up high, which has a plasma sword stuck in it, and he was untouched.
"WOOOOHOOOO I MADE IT! I MADE IT! I FUCKING MADE IT!" He fell to his knees and fainted.
The Cheif would have too. But instead he got up, looked down at the Elite, who's mechanical spine was stinn twitching. He threw the sword aside, grabbed the Elite's head, and pulled it clean off. The twitching stopped and it's metal tube hanging from it's head hung still. He tossed it aside and, taking a plasma pistol from a nearby fallen Jackal, Charged it, and shot, melting the head into thin air. He had never felt so lucky to be alive.
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