Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells-chapter 5
Posted By: Myth<Jumpshotsketch91@aol.com>
Date: 20 October 2003, 12:51 AM
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Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells
-Chapter 5
Nov. 22, 2552
Sgt. Fitzgerald's mission clock:
0100, Munich, Germany
Sergeant Tyrell Fitzgerald selected his target and fired continuously towards the covenant en masse. The enemy took heavy casualties, having Elites and grunts dropping like flies. But once the covenant managed to ease out of the death trap and into the open, the percentage of triumph grew. Fitzgerald squeezed a burst of armor piercing rounds into a Brute's skull. Tyrell fought with the determination of his home and remembering Bustrum's death. "Oh yeah! Bring on you idiots! Bring it on!" Scott yelled. Scott went out of control with heavy weapons. Fitzgerald sustained his grin, hearing Scott cussing out covenant behind him. Tyrell smiled even while he blew a hole in a Jackal.
'Ulmammee unleashed a barrage of plasma at a human gun emplacement, tearing one human to shreds. (Wasn't Scott) 'Ulmammee leapt up to the platform and sawed a marine in two with his saber. His first order on the battlefield was to take out the heavy guns. One was down. 'Danattee was in charge of the squad with the few hunters they had at the base. A grunt ran to him to hide but was struck with a sniper round. This wasn't going well, and Tama knew it. A Ghost flew by, but the pilot, a blue armored Elite's head was blown off. The Ghost was unharmed. Tama leapt to the driver seat and took off.
An explosion rocked ground sending Tyrell off the platform. He hit the ground hard but his real trouble was the sword Elite in front of him. The creature raised the blade and brought in down. Tyrell winced and closed his eyes but he heard the blast of a shotgun kill the Elite. An armored hand was offered to help him up. Tyrell took it and was brought to his feet promptly. He looked at his rescuer, and was shocked and returned a crisp salute. The armored figure was SPARTAN 117, The Master Chief. "Chief, sir! Great to have your help!" Tyrell said hastily, recovering his AR. The MC nodded and slammed a fresh shell into his shotgun.
John 117 (MC) sprinted down an alley with Fitzgerald behind him. John fired a shell into a brute and continued. The Chief kneeled down and blasted two Grunts out of their Ghosts. "Hop in." John said bluntly. Tyrell nodded and followed the Chief. What the heck is that? Tyrell asked, his brown eyes focused on a warthog-looking covenant vehicle. "A Shadow." John responded, hurling a plasma grenade, attaching itself to the pilot. The Elite swerved and the grenade went off flipping the Shadow against a building. Davidson's warthog flew by, in pursuit of several Ghosts. "Sir?" Tyrell began. "Go ahead." The Chief interrupted understandingly. Tyrell gunned the engine of the Ghost and flew after the lieutenant. Fitzgerald had almost caught when his Ghost burst into flame. Tyrell leapt out gasping and the Ghost exploded. Tyrell had lost his MA5B. "Dang." Fitzgerald pulled out his pistols and fired upon his attackers. The Grunts and Jackals weren't a problem luckily now he was close to where Scott was. Five Elites then appeared. But something happened that Tyrell didn't expect. Brant rode in on an ATV and a captured plasma saber. Mike easily killed the Elites in various ways. Brant threw away the saber and donned his MA6B and they both got back to Scott who was now burning every thing with his flame-thrower. Scott depleted that and picked up is SAW heavy machine gun.
'Ulmammee saw 'Danattee fall to the human in green armor. He was furious at the loss of his officer, but he had killed seven humans for the death of his comrade. 'Ulmammee's squad dwindled, but the humans numbers did as well. Victory was near, he could feel it growing.
Tyrell jammed the knife into the Brute, finishing it off. The Chief fought beside him. Tyrell had recovered an abandoned AR and was firing rapidly. The humans in the area were clustered together and were slowly being pushed back. John primed all of his grenades and hurled them into the covenant en masse. Scott opened up, and covenant after covenant dropped down with some help from the Chief and his SMGs. John stood upon a Brute's body and fired his weapons. The turn of the tide came when Davidson and his squad of warthogs crushed, and ripped up the covenant. Covenant forces began to retreat and stagger. Any covies left were finished by the marines. Tyrell's next mission was clear, they would be paying the primary, and last, covenant base in Germany. Fitzgerald met with the remainder of his squad, which included Davidson, himself, Jones, Brant and Scott. Richie wiped the sweat off his brow and ran a hand through his short dark hair. Tyrell admired Richie's ability to keep a sense of humor even in battle. Jones was quieter now, and Brant was...well funny in ways but when the battle arose, he got serious. Fitzgerald was definitely skilled greatly in combat. But all of his marines had changed since the covenant invaded, and so had he.
To be continued: by Myth
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