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Besieged: Part 2
Posted By: Janglurevil7<janet.johnson8@comcast.net>
Date: 2 August 2004, 7:54 PM
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1730 hours, November 15, 2553 (Military Calendar)
New Mombassa, African High Protectorate, Earth
The sirens blared, and Sergeant Benjamin J. Winston sat bolt upright in his bed, running a hand through his bright red hair. He scratched his stubble of beard and realized what was going on. The Covenant were attacking. He flipped on the lights of the barracks, and hurried over to his equipment locker. The other military personnel of Barracks Kappa-3 began to rise as well, identifying the sound of the sirens and the blaring red light as the sign that Earth was under attack. Sergeant Winston threw on his uniform and strapped some protective plating onto his shins and chest. He lowered his helmet onto his head, and inserted a blank recording chip. He pulled a small container from under his bed, opened it, and pulled out a tooth pick which he put in his mouth and chewed on.
He ran through the door to his right and entered the weapons storage room. He opened a locker and pulled out a sniper. He opened another and took out a shotgun. He opened two others, pulled three grenades from one, retrieved three extended clips for the sniper rifle, and thirty rounds for the shotgun. He turned to look at the person who was getting weapons from the locker next to him, Sergeant Phil McNiesh. Winston and McNiesh had fought in over twenty ground engagements against the Covenant together.
"Ready to kick some Covenant ass, Phil?" he asked.
"Hell yes!" McNiesh yelled as he pulled out an MA5B and twelve clips.
They ran out of the room and got into an M12 LRV, a Warthog. Winston got into the gunner seat, and McNiesh got into the driver seat. They were joined shortly buy the Heavy Weapons Specialist of the group, PFC Devon Aquilino. Devon hopped into the passenger seat and loaded two SPNKr rockets into his launcher.
The team drove off, and drove off in the direction of a huge column of smoke rising.
"Incoming Banshees!" McNiesh announced. At the same instant, a pair of Banshees flew overhead, firing their fuel rod cannons, narrowly missing the Warthog.
"No shit, next your going to tell me I'm on Earth," Winston replied. "Aquilino, don't use your rockets!" he yelled at Devon, who had stood up to fire a rocket. Winston jammed his fingers into the triggers, and was rewarded with the satisfying roar of the LAAG firing.
Rounds flew through the sky, tearing through the nearest Banshee. A round shot into the cockpit, tearing a hole into the pilot. The Banshee plummeted from the sky and crashed into a stand of trees. Winston turned his attention to the other Banshee.
The second Banshee had already turned around and was firing its pair of plasma rifles. Plasma bolts scarred the Warthog. Winston ducked as a bolt flew over his head. Blisters erupted on his neck and back. He swiveled the turret around and fired at the Banshee which had begun to turn. Rounds flicked off the Banshee's armor. A lucky round cut into the Banshee's anti-gravity pod, and it fell out of the sky.
The Warthog kept moving forward towards the city. The tires of the jeep bumped as it rose onto the pavement of the city streets. Static filtered through the COM of the jeep.
"Attention all UNSC forces, this drop ship Charlie-217, incoming. Any UNSC forces please respond. Over," said the voice of a young man. Aquilino grabbed the mic and spoke into it.
"This is Private First Class Devon Aquilino. I'm traveling into New Mombassa with two other Marines in a Warthog. Over."
"Roger, sir. We're going to be landing north of you position. We could use some support if you could spare it. Beware that there are several Covenant forces up ahead, as well as two Creeps and a Wraith. Over."
"Affirmative Charie-217. We'll be there. Thanks for the heads-up. Over."
"Over and out," The COM channel clicked off.
Aquilino turned towards Winston, "You guys get all that?"
"Yes ma'am!" remarked McNiesh with a wry smile. The Warthog turned sharply onto a road called Spooner Street. The two Creeps the drop ship had warned them about were there. A dozen or so Jackals were there, as well as a pair of Elites.
"Winston! Two grenades over and up, I want some suppressing fire, too!" McNiesh yelled, "Aquilino, take out those Creeps!" Winston let go of one of the triggers and primed two fragmentation grenades. He tossed them both over the LAAG and right in front of the line of Jackals. He jammed his fingers back into the triggers and started peppering the Elites with fire. Two streaks of fire erupted from the passenger seat as Aquilino fired a rocket at each of the Creeps. The rockets hit their targets and the Creeps erupted in a shower of sparks, shrapnel, and plasma.
McNiesh floored the Warthog and ran over the last Elite and the last two Jackals. They came to the intersection of Spooner Street and Westchester Avenue, and were caught by surprise as the Covenant Wraith plowed into the Warthog, sending it flipping end over end.
The trio fell out of the jeep, and landed against a building. The Warthog continued to roll down the street, and then stopped on its side, flames bursting from the engine. It exploded in fire, signifying their end.
They rose to their feet. Aquilino's rocket launcher had been knocked some seven meters away. The turret of the Wraith stared down at them.
A hail of plasma bolts slammed into the Wraith. A ghost slid across the intersection, and charged the Wraith. More plasma slammed into it, and the Ghost kept going forward. It ramped off of the Wraith, and fired more plasma onto the Wraith from above. It fell to the ground upside down. A green armored figure stepped out from the over turned Ghost, and threw a pair of plasma grenades onto the turret. They exploded, destroying the Wraith.
The trio of Marines ran forward, and saluted the Master Chief.
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