Through Fiery Eyes:A Jackal's Tale
Posted By: Mercforhire<bwhalo@hotmail.com>
Date: 25 July 2002, 12:37 PM
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This is from a Jackal's POV.
I hear them coming the Retched scum's miserable creation. Ever since the sum developed them they have roamed the battlefield slaying many a Dengall. The humans call us Covenant but that is not our real name; those pathetic stink beasts have yet to translate our language if they could they would find out that we are the Dengall. Of course there are four species of Dengall the first and the most superior is my species the Denkal. We are the superiors because we have the shields that can protect our bodies from the puny human's weapons. Then come the massive Denters they carry a large cannon fueled by plasma, they are quite strong but they have many weak spots. Then come the Dentes they are our commanders they are shielded by a natural shield produced by pores in their skin. Then lastly the Dents they are the superiors only to the pathetic humans. They are so weak they have to have masks to breath or their weak lungs will shrivel and slowly close choking them. I can see them now the giant machines the humans one and only impressive creation; the machines stand at approximately one hundred meters and weigh up to one hundred tons. Of course those are the largest there are also small ones about twenty meters tall and weighing in at thirty tons.
Finally the giant machines reach firing distance all three of them let load with missiles a machine guns. They struck through our lines like a knife through the wind; I saw line after line of us fall. Not even the Denkal's shields could protect them the machines bullets to high power and their missiles would rip you to shreds. Soldiers began to come up from behind the machines, our soldiers charged towards theirs. I was towards the back of the lines so many shots had been fired into their machines. After a Denters shot went into the clear metal window type area protection the pilot I know there was thing for me to do. I ran towards the machine and climbed up its sidebars it began to move back and forth to try to shuck me off, but it was to no avail. I got towards the window and shot a few full power shots into the window, it was a tough window but after three shots it cracked. After one more shot a large dent appeared in the window I jumped towards the window with my shoulder down. The window caved in and I was standing there inches away from the pilot of the machine. With one quick stroke I slit his throat with my shield, I pulled the corpse by his head and tossed it the sixty meters to the ground. I sat at the controls and strapped the helmet to my head, instantly I knew the controls of the machine. I turned the machine towards the smallest one. I fired all the weapons the machine had, until its guns began to click. Finally when the smoke cleared there was little left of the machine its right leg had been ripped clear of the body and the missiles had exploded leaving none of the weapons intact. I knew there wasn't much time until the humans figured out what happened, so I jumped out the cockpit and slid down the ladder I got out just in time. The last machine had turned and fired a full salvo of missiles with hundreds of rounds from the machine guns. The other machines weapons had now begun to click, its ammo was dry so the pilot took his machine and ran from the battlefield. Now the battle was even except for the infidels now outnumbered is four to one. No matter there pathetic weapons are no match for us without there giant machines.
My other Dengall comrades began to slowly pull back inch-by-inch we gave up ground, but the humans had lost there edge without there machines they are helpless. Within five minutes we had got the humans so they were now only four to one. I charged the beast's lines and fired full powered shot towards the beasts. One of them charged at me with his blade and I shot him in the leg he tripped he fell towards me his blade still fully thrusted towards me I back away but not quickly enough, his blade cut my leg sending a flow of blood down my leg and on the ground. He had actually done something I hadn't noticed until it was too late; he had pulled the cork from his grenade. I saw it fall to the ground I put my shield up to try to protect me but the blast knocked me to the ground and destroyed my shield. I looked up and saw seven stink beasts coming towards me firing as they ran. I grabbed the beast I had just killed and used its body like a shield, the beast assault rifle rounds hit there comrades armor and penetrated its skin but luckily for me the beast was think enough to shield me. I never actually thought the stink beasts would be useful for anything other than target practice. I fired back with my plasma pistol the shots knocking the beasts down one by one until there was but two left. I tried to fire another shot but my weapons fuel cells had rune dry. I looked around for some sort of weapon when I saw it; a grenade was still attached to the beast I had killed. I pulled the cork out and threw the body towards the oncoming beasts, the body tripped one of the marines and the others stopped to pick him up when the grenade exploded. When I had thrown the body there had been four stink beasts now there were none the grenade had completely incinerated them. I heard from one of the Dentes that the infidels were retreating and that we were to camp here on the battlefield. It was one of our many rituals if the enemy retreated from the battlefield we were to camp there and thank the gods for our victory.
I walked to the back of our lines where there was a cart they were handing out the tents for us to use. You were to stay in your tent fast and stay in deep meditation to the gods. I pitched my tent and put down my prayer rug. I prayed to the gods for my fallen comrades, for my injured comrades, and my live comrades. Before I knew it the sun had come up and the survivors were to report to roll call. We knew we took heavy casualties from the beast's machine so we were actually expecting the worst from today's roll call. I had just one hope that my best friend Shann'ar had survived.
The roll call started Shaaa'ar, Shabb'ar, Shacc'ar, Shamm'ar of course I had survived. Then came the inevitable he was going to call Shann'ar... Then he stopped he close the book. I inquired on my friend's condition he said Shann'ar had been severely wounded and was having a limb amputated. While my comrades went to breakfast I went back to my tent and prayed for my friends safety.
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