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Jake A Model IV Chapter Two: Broken Men
Posted By: Slipping Knot<unskathed777@yahoo.com>
Date: 21 December 2003, 8:09 PM
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The Covenant retreated out of the camp, and the Warthogs mopped up some of the stragglers. Jake followed the captain, and he saw a medical team run by him, followed by some infantry.
Just in case.... Jake thought
From the looks of things, these Marines didn't get to much time to themselves; all of them were SOLDIERS, not just soldiers. They were at attention twenty-four seven, officer around or not. Jack grimaced at a TT (troop transport) Warthog carrying bodies, arms hanging from the vehicle. Jake wasn't used to this kind of thing, he was more in to occasional attacks.
"Sir, what makes the Covenant want to attack here so badly?" Jake queried.
"Son, I really wish I could tell you," Captain Hemlock spoke, taking a casualty report from a lower officer. "15 Marines died in that little skirmish," Hemlock looked toward the ground, "my son included."
"Uh," Jake looked for words, "I'm sorry."
"No, that's okay," Hemlock's eyes watered, "It brings back the nicest memories."
"Sir," Jake looked at the paper, now speckled with tears.
"I remember one time, we took a fishing trip, I was on leave, and we didn't even know about the Covenant yet. He was oh, six years old, and we went fly-fishing. I remember that I went over to the tree to take a leak," he smiled.
"Sir, you don't need to tell me this," Jake said and looked at the face of a torn man.
"It feels good to tell someone," Hemlock looked up at the tall SPARTAN.
"Sir," Jake bowed his head.
"I remember while I was going, I heard him shout 'Daddy! Daddy! I got one! I got one!'" More tears streamed down his face, "I rushed over there and saw the biggest trout I've ever seen in my life."
"I, I have to go," Jake didn't want to see the man suffer he was making himself remember.
"No, that boy was a damn good angler," Jake smiled, and finally broke down. He fell to the ground, and shouted, "That boy was all I had left!" he pounded the ground.
"Sir! You're making a scene!" Jake shouted.
"Those bastards killed my whole family! Now my son! They're going to pay!" he put his forehead on the ground and cried; Jack saw the opportunity to leave. First, he snatched the report off the ground, and snuck off to gather his men.
"All Marines from unit 417 gather here!" Jake shouted. No one stirred, one Medic looked Jake's way, a look of sorrow found it's way onto his face.
"Anyone?" Jake shouted again.
The medic ran over his way, as Jake checked the paper, "Sir-"
"They're all dead," Jake crumbled up the paper and threw it into a puddle of mud.
Later that night, Jake had settled in with a group of younger rookies, he thought they could use some company. They were rowdier then the rest of the Marines, probably some newbies who didn't what they were about to face.
Jake was awakened by a battle alarm and large amounts of gunfire. He ran out of his tent as a Ghost flew by the perimeter of his tent. The tent was empty; Jake grabbed a battle rifle, and began firing at the Ghost. The Elite on back roared and turned towards Jake. As the Ghost approached, Jake prepared himself for the jump. When the Ghost came at him, he would jump on top of it, and kick the Elite off.
The Ghost got into position, and Jake leaped up on top of it. Before he could kick off the Elite, he was slammed into the barrier by the front of the Ghost, smashing his leg. The Elite chuckled and back up. Jake slid off, and grabbed his leg, and then he raised his rifle, and fired it until it was empty. The Ghost took damage and began to destabilize. The Elite on top bailed out of his machine, just as it flew into a group of Marines, and exploded.
Jake engaged the Elite with a stock to the face. The Elite fell down, and struggled to get up, Jake raised his rifle and was about to pull the trigger, when a Warthog tire spattered the Elites torso.
"Sir we need someone to gun this thing!" the Marine said.
Jake looked up at the LAAG .50 caliber cannon, and saw a body hunched over it.
"How'd he die?" Jack questioned.
"Wraith blast knocked some shrapnel into him."
Jake didn't hesitate; he climbed up, and threw the body to the ground. Jake had never seen a Wraith before. He stepped up to the mount, and turned toward the battle. Two Wraiths had made it into the base, one protected the other, which was firing shots off onto the command tower, the only solid building on the camp.
He also saw Shadows pulling Shades into position, Grunt gunners already inside. Brutes stormed into the hole, and pummeled the Marines around like toys. Jackals came in, shields raised, with Elites inside the crescent they made. The Warthogs drove straight into the line, and one got pegged with a plasma grenade, the crew bailed out, and the driver got out screaming as the grenade on his head erupted, spraying everyone within a 20 foot radius with blood.
To be continued
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