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The Advenantures of Lt. Jake, Part Two
Posted By: Hunter_Killer<jlp8118@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 5 August 2003, 1:45 AM
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0945 Hours, 28 November, 2559 (Military Calendar)
Planet Alpha Centauri 3
UNSC Base # 724
The Plasmatic Grenade made a small hum, then just sat there, next to Jake's Distinguished Service Cross medal.
Jake closed his eyes, and counted... One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six...
He opened them again, and said, "I'm Alive! I AM ALIVE!!! YES!!!!!!!" Just then, a Plasma Bolt whizzed past Jake's left ear. THAT brought him back to the battle.
Kelso pulled Jake away from the bolts of super heated energy, that passed through where he had been one second ago.
"Kill Them All!" Yelled the Elite, in his low pitched tone. "And bring ME the Woman!" Then, he caught himself. "Err... There are no Women present... KILLL THEM ALL, NOW!"
"Yes, Excellency!" Said the Grunts and Jackals, and they advanced.
The Humans were developing a strategy. "Ok, I think, if you two give me covering fire, I can reach a Warthog," Said Jake.
"What then?" Asked Aaron. "Well," Jake responded, with a grin, "Leave it to me."
"Ok," Said Kelso, "Move out on three. We'll keep 'em busy!" The Marines started to spray the Covies with AP Rounds, killing some. The rest didn't notice the Human Lieutenant running past them.
Jake ran, like he never before had to. He thought, 50 Meters... 40 Meters... 30 Meters... Elite Chasing me, gaining fast...
"Huh?" He pulled out his pistol, and emptied the Entire Clip of Ammo on the Elite. With the last shot, it fell, dead.
But, he never stopped. Whew! Made it! Thought Lt. Jake, as he jumped in the driver's seat of an improved Warthog, with a MAAG[Medium Anti Aircraft Gun]Gun. He slammed the petal down, and steered towards the Jackals and 2 Grunts that remained.
The last sight the Jackal, Karm, saw was the side of a Warthog, then he and his comrades became blue and purple Paint on the Base deck.
"Yah! Nice one!" Said Aaron, as he got in the Passenger Seat. "Yep," Said the Brit, as he manned the bigger Chain Gun in the back.
"What now?" Asked Aaron. "Well," Replied Jack, "According to the NAVCOM on the 'Hog," Jake was pressing buttons, making the top screen change every two seconds[the other screen was the radar], "There's a Pelican Hanger about 20 Miles yonder," He pointed west.
So, Jake began weaving in and out passages in the base. Then, they found a sign on a door where they stopped:
ARMORY
"Coooool! I need some more ammo!" Said Aaron, as he ran in. Jake and Kelso followed, into a big room, piled high with weapons, ammo, and Grenades.
"Well," Said Sarge Kelso as he slung a Shotgun on his back, "we can bring all this back in the ATV, some other blokes might need some, oh, and let's grab some food too!" So, they found a few food packets, and devoured the rations inside like they was a dinner at Christmas.
Then, they rounded up all the supplies. Aaron picked up a box labeled:
HANDLE WITH CARE
HD EP 574 GRENADES WARNING: EXPERIMENTAL!!!!
And threw it in the passenger's side, next to the seat.
The other two people in the room flinched, as the grenade box landed. "Aaron!" Said Jake, obviously annoyed, "HANDLE WITH CARE, remember? That could've gone off, then that would kill us all!"
"Sorry," Said the Private, as he grabbed a few MA5B Clips.
After that, everything went smoothly, until they left the base.
"What the Hell..." Muttered Jake, as a weird fleshy ball thing with tentacles came out of a pipe. Thinking quickly, Kelso made his MAAG lose 60 rounds, as the weird thing exploded, with little force, into a dozen fleshy bits.
"What in the name of Walter Cronkint, was that THING?" Asked Aaron.
"No clue, probably don't wana know." Responded Jake. "Are there more?" As if in response, dozens and dozens emerged from the pipe, only to meet MAAG Bullets, and Aaron's Assault Rifle AP Rounds.
"Floor it! NOW!" Said Kelso, the MAAG running out of rounds in the clip.
The Warthog lurched forward, past more and more of those things. "Oh, man. This just keeps gettin' better and better!" Said a very annoyed Aaron, loosing AR Rounds at the things, as the ATV sped by.
"Lt. Jacob Williams, to any and all UNSC Dropships in the area. Come in, please. Come in!" Said Jake, into the Hog's radio.
A reply crackled through the speakers. "Pelican Charlie 279, here. Need anything, Lieutenant?"
"Hell, yah. Need Dust-Off, right this damn second, at Sector 27 Bravo!"
"Ok. See ya in two!" the Radio fell silent.
The Warthog spun a donut twice, and screeched to a halt. "Damn, what now..." Two of em had latched on to a tire, and deflated it with the tentacles.
Suddenly, one flew straight towards Jake's face, only inches away...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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