102nd Recon Division
Posted By: Team halo<email@example.com>
Date: 14 July 2004, 4:49 AM
THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!
(We've decided to end the Last Warrior story, since it sucked)
102nd Recon Division: Part 1: The Last Enemy
By: Team Halo( DF AND ENS)
(this fanfic is in different parts. Each author has their own part. This is our advent writer DF-Christie's, of Clan Demonic Fighters, part. Enjoy)
The sergeant closes his right eye, his left looking into a scope. The butt of the sniper rifle was stuck into his shoulder. He was perfectly hidden, not even a Heat Scan could pick him up. The Covenant High Marshall, a Elite wearing gold armor, stepped out of his tent. The sergeant slowly breathed in and out, then squeezed the trigger. Time seemed to stop for the sergeant as he saw his bullet go forward.
Bang. That was all that was heard as the Gold Elite felled to the ground, bleeding badly. The sergeant smiled, realizing that he could get one more shot off before he would be found. His spotter saw an incoming Banshee. "Hurry." the spotter whispered to the sergeant. The sergeant took aim again, this time aiming for the elite's head. He breathed slowly, in and out. He squeezed the trigger again.
Bang. The elite stopped trying to move. He seemed to drowned in his own blood. "Mission Accomplished." said the sergeant. He and the spotter started to crawl away. The Banshee couldn't see them. "Thank god for small favors, Sergeant." said the young private. "Come on. Let's get out of here." the sergeant said. They got up, and walked away from the area. The area around them was a thick jungle, there was no way that a Banshee or a Pelican could pick them up. "Sarge?" asked the young marine. "Yes, private?" the sergeant replied. "You think we're going to win this war?" he asked. The sergeant though for a second, then said "I don't think. I just fight.".
(Here is Forum Regular Gallagher' part)
(As you can see, he sucks at writing)
"Okay Marines. Settle down." yelled the Commanding officer. The marines were rowdy after hearing about the Destruction of Halo.
"Lets kick some Covie ass!" yelled a young private. The marines started to yell. The CO smiled at the attempt to raise the sprits. It raised his, at least. He looked at the room, marines talking about the Covies. He knew that they would win the war with these marines.
"Here's the lowdown, gentlemen. We were selected for this mission because we are the best of the best. It's best to tell your families that you might not be back for vacation or Christmas, gentlemen." said the CO. The Marines had a confused look upon them. The sergeant, marked as Sergeant Tex Williams, knew of the mission.
"Tex, they're all your's." said the CO as he walked out. Tex looked at his troops.
"Men of Company C, you have been chosen to lead a attack on the Covenant Homeworld tomorrow. Good luck." said the sergeant. He walked out, surprised to see the marines yelling and screaming stuff like "We're gonna take the Covies' homeworld and shove it up their asses!" type talk.
(Here is our best writer probably, DF-Pliskin)
Pvt. Colin Smith sat in the Pelican, worrying about the battle ahead. He looked around the Pelican, looking into the eyes of all of his company. He looked at Lieutenant Immerson's eyes.
"Sir?" he asked, a little worried if the Lieutenant wouldn't answer in his sleep. Immersion woke up, looking around.
"We there yet?" he asked. The private nodded no. The lieutenant looked around. Then he fixed his eyes on the private.
"What is it soldier?" the lieutenant asked, he leaning on his seat, waiting for the attack to begin. The rest of the marines getting ready for the offensive. Sergeant Williams was simply sleeping, not taking to care the plasma explosions and the anti-air guns firing at them.
"Well, I wanted to know. What happens if we fail on this offensive?" the young private asked. The sergeant heard the private and woke up.
"We'll probably all die and the Covenant will wipe us all out like fleas." the sergeant said, scaring the shit out of the young private. He then fell back asleep.
"1 minute till we reach the LZ" the co-pilot yelled into the Comsat. The marines got ready, preparing to do anything for their race. The sergeant got up.
"Okay. You all know your purpose in this battle. I hope all of you make it back to your family and friends. Good luck, and remember. Take no prisoners, be no prisoner. Take positions." said Tex in his Texan accent. The marines lined up, their parachutes ready. The lieutenant got up and lined up next to the sergeant.
"Good speech sergeant. Now everyone, here's the battle plan. We are going to take that small town, then move up to the major Covenant city up north. Then we move onto the capital. I wish you all good luck." Lt. Immerson said to the marines. The marines were faced-painted with forest camouflage, since the cities were in heavily forested areas.
"FIVE SECONDS!!!" yelled the co-pilot. The pilot was flying as low as he could. Plasma rifle fire came into the cockpit and killed the pilot.
"Oh shit!" yelled the co-pilot. He fumbled around, trying to click the light switch on. The radio operator yelled into the Comsat. "Go go go!" he yelled. The co-pilot finally clicked on the light switch to green.
"Okay marines. Jump!" yelled the Sergeant.
(Here is ENS Rabid X)
The sergeant landed with a thump. He rolled onto the ground. "Text-book landing." joked the Sergeant as he got up. He looked around. Plasma fire filled the sky as the marines landed. He armed his MAB7 Battle Rifle. He quickly took off his reserve chute. He looked over at the mountain range ahead. "It's gonna be a long, long war......" he said to himself. He saw the Pelican empty its cargo. Then it seemed to spun out of control and hit a crowd of Covenant.
"Holy......" the sergeant said, thinking a quick prayer for the men on that Pelican. He saw other Pelicans fly around, dropping other men and supplies off. He looked up and saw explosions far away. "Good luck, you fly boys." Tex Williams said to himself.
The naval battle above the Covenant Homeworld was a much different story for the UNSC. It was a massacre for the Covenant. Only two ships were present at the time. Two carriers and 3 cruisers was all the Covenant had. The UNSC had 4 Battleships, two cruisers, 6 Destroyers, and an Carrier. The UNSC Juggernaut was the flagship, commanded by Admiral Howells. He was a lambent commander, all of his men respected him like God. He was popular as Keyes was.
"The carrier is launching fighters, sir!" yelled a crew man. The adrimal though for a second, then said.
"Turn to the port side and arm the cannons. Then aim it at the satellite's reflector beams. Arm the MACs for a 5 second detonation." he said. The crew looked confused. "Just do it, son." he said. The crew man immediately snapped "Yes sir!".
The ship turned to its port side, then armed its gun. The reflector beams were in position. The Battleship fired, the 4 MAC guns fired in unison. Since the satellite's reflector beams were made of Tramiaium Grade A, the bullets bounced off the reflectors. The bullets exploded in the middle of the fighter Squadron, destroying most of the fighter threat.
"Good thinking, sir!" yelled the crewmen. The adrimal nodded, knowing there was more to be fought.
(Here's ENS Rabid Matt to tie up the story)
The Covenant were completely surprise by the human's attack. They didn't know what to do, since this attack was not even suspected by the higher Priests of the Covenant. They sped up production of Saran Gas, a deadly gas that killed Brain cells faster than a bullet to the heart kills a man. If only the humans knew........
TO BE CONTINUED