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Legends of Sgt. Johnson: Assault on the Control Room-Part Two
Posted By: Samslink14<Samslink14@AOL.com>
Date: 17 October 2004, 8:25 AM
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"Contacts!" the Master Chief yelled.
"How can you tell?" Mendoza yelled back.
The Master Chief tapped his helmet. "Motion tracker! No vehicles, just a ground troop! Be ready!"
* * *
Grapt scowled at his commanding Elite and held back to the rest of the troop. He knew the Grunts would listen; they were of his own kind and knew his situation. But he was worried about the Jackals.
"We're holding up here! Yatsk, Rokt, Lanh wants you up as scouts. Report to him!" he yelled. Yatsk sneered.
"So, the Grunts will now give us orders shall they? I'll tear you apart Grapt, no matter what the consequences if you get so arrogant as to give an order to one of us." Grapt's feelings sank. Just as he feared.
"It is not I that gives the command but our Elite." He reasoned. "You know that. Disobedience is sacrilege."
"Disobedience of the Elite, not the Grunt." He shot back, taking a step forward and raising his plasma pistol slightly.
"The order is from the Elite! Obey at once!" the Grunt yelled, failing at the attempt to be ferocious with his high-pitched voice. The Jackal raised the plasma pistol and overcharged it. The instant before he released the bolt of energy, the other Jackal, Rokt, stiffened.
"What's that sound?" he asked. Yatsk lowered and charged down his weapon, listening. They all knew that sound.
"Infidels!" he screamed. The Elite ahead with his attachment turned and started running back just as two infidel vehicles rounded the corner. The first expertly pulled out of the turn and crushed the three Jackals that were holding position as rear guard. The second vehicle fish-tailed for a moment and charged through the middle ranks firing hundreds of rounds into Covenant flesh.
The whole troop opened fire and chipped away at them but did no real damage. Useless! A ground troop against two infidel vehicles known as "Warthogs" was brutally against them.
* * *
Within seconds it was all over. The troop was a bunch of trainees, and were no match for the superior Marines.
A few miles past before they saw more Covenant, and they were few. Crushing them with out even stopping, the three-man rescue team eventually caught up with several Ghosts that were being given a rest. Half of the pilots of the Ghosts were dead before any of them could react, and the others were dispatched easily.
Continuing onward, the two warthogs come upon a small structure surrounded by at least several drop ships worth of Elites, Jackals, and Grunts. Two more drop ships were unloading troops while Covenant raced up several different ramps leading to the top of the structure. Their objective was clear. At the top were two Marines fighting for all they were worth, using the most insane tactics any of the three had ever seen for a Marine.
"Johnson!" the Master Chief yelled. "Hold off those two drop ships! I'm going for the Marines!" he then drove straight through the wall of Covenant soldiers and drove up the ramp, crushing others and forcing them to jump off the ledge. "Need a ride?" asked the Spartan as he reached the top. The Marines stared for a moment and then jogged over and got in. The gas pedal hit the floor and the Warthog flew off the top of the structure and landed several stories lower, sending Grunts diving away. Sergeant Johnson and Mendoza had already split the reinforcing drop ships forces by half. With almost no damage at all, both Warthogs broke off and escaped. The two rescued Marines whooped up and yelled.
"Those bastards had to unload seven Ghosts, eight drop ships, and a ground troop of twenty soldiers and they still can't beat us! We're safe now!"
"Not yet!" shouted the Master Chief as two shadows of pursuing drop ships fell in behind them. The Marine stared in disbelief, but the Spartan wasn't worried. They had just unloaded, so all they had was their plasma turret mounted on the bottom. Several beams of plasma hit their Warthogs while a fuel rod cannon released green bolts of energy. Or not. Thought the Chief grimly. Four Banshees dived at them, again releasing a barrage of fire at them.
The Warthogs swerved away from each other and began to return fire. One of the enemy aircraft turned away from the armor-piercing rounds to crash into its own drop ship. Both crafts went down, exploding into balls of fire that burnt the ground, melting the snow into puddles. The other drop ship backed off, flying over the hills while the three remaining Banshees gave no mercy upon the humans.
The Master Chief pulled out the sniper rifle and took his hands off the wheel for a fourth of a second, found the tiny vulnerable crack in the back of one of the Banshees and fired twice. The first round brushed against the Elite inside. The second went right through its torso, snapping the spinal chord and killing it mercifully quick. The aircraft lost altitude and fell on top of the other below it, pushing it to the ground. The force cracked both stubby wings and broke the control line for the engines, permanently crippling it. The last Banshee broke away and ran.
* * *
"Nice job. Too bad about the other though." Said one of the Marines back at the cave, referring to the dead soldier that they had found. The two survivors spent the next several hours eating and sleeping. After all, they had earned it. Holding off seven loads of Covenant with only one other person required skill, luck, and bravery. Their wounds were taken care of, and by the evening they were filled with bio foam.
"I'll see you around, Johnson." Sad the Master Chief. I'm taking one of the Warthogs and continuing the assault on the control room. We've got to take Halo before the Covenant, and I've already spent too much time here. I understand from Keyes that your next assignment with him. I'll see you there when I finish here."
Johnson nodded and shook his hand. "Good luck Chief. Hope we all get off this damn place without the Covenant breathing down our necks."
Mendoza watched the Spartan drive off and went back to talk to the other Marines. They'd called for evac, and someone was expected within fifteen minutes to come pick up them and the stolen/recovered vehicles. So he spent that having the last fun he would have backing up the story on how the two Marines held off dozens of Covenant soldiers at the top of a structure.
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