Earth, A Place for Death. Part 4: New Mombosa
Posted By: FuManChu<cameronscottfay@yahoo.com>
Date: 4 August 2003, 12:12 AM
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En Route to New Mombosa
Time: 0830, 9 Aug. 2554
The com crackeled, " Ok marines. This is Pelican Bravo 198, we will be arriving at New Mombosa in about three hours. We will stop to refill once and then head over to the front lines." A few mumbles were heard but nothing else.
"You think that we are going to get through this one?" asked Green.
"Of course man, we will get through anything," replied Jones.
"Alright, thanks for the reassurance." Jones grunted and laid back. They needed some rest. New Mombosa was mostly populated by Covenant. These men were being sent in to break the way for the reenforcements. That was the last thought that Jones could remember before he fell fast asleep.
"Marines, you can get some refreshments and use the bathroom. We are refueling and will take off in five minutes," said the sergeant. Jones awoke and stood up to stretch. Hill and Green were nowhere to be seen. They were probablt getting something to eat. Jones decided to do the same. He walked down a hall of a building. There was some barf in the corner. No one had cleaned it up and flies swarmed it. Jones gagged and rushed ahead. He opened up a door and was surrounded by chatter. He could here something about Spartans and here. He sure hoped there weren't any spartans coming. That would mean that there were heavy Covenant forces. Jones dismissed the thought and got an MRE. Pork was what the label said. Jones opened it up and ate. It was good. Just as he felt comforatable a sergeant came in and said," alight marines, we are lifting off. Report to your pelicans now!"
"YES SIR!" the marines yelled and ran out the doors to their dropships.
New Mombosa
Time: 1130, 9 Aug. 2554
The flight took an hour and a half. As soon as they hit the ground they were pounded with plasma fire. The blue and green plasma screamed past Jones' head as he ran for cover.
"Hill, Green get over here." The two men ran twards Jones but Hill was hit in the leg.
"Shit," Jones whispered to himself. Green ran over to Hill and picked him up. Green brought Hill to Jones.
"It's not bleeding too bad, but we need to get him to a medic. Once the Covenant forces are cleared we can set up a base camp. Green, stay with him," said Jones.
"Yes sir."
Jones popped up and fired his battle rifle. He hit a grunt in the head and methane spewed out from the mask. Jones could hear a sream as an elite was hit by a turret. His rifle barked again and two more grunts went down. Click. Jones' rifle wouldnt shoot. The ammo counter read at fifteen bullets. His rifle jammed.
"Shit," he said and tossed the rifle aside. A plasma bolt skimmed the side of his helmet and left a small crevise. The helmet heated up and he yanked it off. Once he was ok he drew his side arm. He popped up again and his submachine gun spit. Bullets flew everywhere. More grunts fell and another elite died. Finally after ten minutes of fighting the Covenant were cleared. There were minimal casualties. But there were still a lot more Covenant on the other side of the building in front of them. Luckily none were getting through. Finally a base camp was established and Hill was carried to a makeshift hospital. Jones and Green stayed with him. Jones heard medics say some things like," damn, he's gone," and, "Damn, he wont make it. Death at 1000."
"Hill, your going to be okay. You barely got hit in the leg and you will recover in a day or two. Plus I hear a dropship so some more marines will be here." Jones tried to comfort him.
Green looked outside and saw a green figure walk by," w...was that a spartan?!"
'My God,' Jones thought,'that was a spartan. There must be a lot of trouble ahead.' Jones nodded to confirm Greens' question. Jones leaned against a wall and thought about his parents. He didn't want to leave them, no not yet.
"Marines, tomorrow we will lead an attack against a covenant ship outside of this city. We want to extract information and technology then we will blow it up. So get some rest and a good meal 'cause tomorrow we will put up a helluva fight." The general walked out and left the men. Jones sat down and laid back his head. He needed some rest. He told Hill and Green to get some rest and he walked off to his barrack.
To Be Continued...
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