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 Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 12:40 pm
[James Mitchell]
James hit the deck with a loud thud. "Damn it!" He said and picked himself up off the floor. "I hate dreaming." He muttered, the dream was just a dream, or at least now it was, he had thought he had got rid of that memory. It meant nothing to him, he had received a E-mail on the Monterey, she had dumped him. James had been thinking about it, he finally decided he was better off with out her and all of the bullshit that with went her, she was messed up. She nagged at him, she was possessive and to top it all off, she good be a real b***h at times. James shook the thoughts out of his head and went over to the empty crate which had his cover (Marine Hat), a book, and lamp sitting on it and picked up the cover and put it on. "I need a drink."
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 1:40 pm
"Sir, no, sir."
Lee refocused his gaze on the semi-transparent outlines of the eight covenant ships, and questions of how in the world they would stop them went through his mind. The UNSC already had but a fraction of it's fleet left. To risk those few slipspace-capable warships would be incredibly dangerous for the survival of the human race.
Longswords, on the other hand, would be shot down before they ever reached their destinations, not to mention that using nuclear devices so high in the earth's atmosphere would spread the nuclear fallout zone to disastrous proportions. No one would be able to survive the radiation or toxic detritus for years, not to mention the incredible harm it would do to the area. Even a Shiva class nuke would probably cause a chain-reaction amongst the cruisers, probably blowing a hole in the earth's crust larger than half the continent.
No, if they tried to do anything about it, it would probably be by ground. Even then, however, a single blast from those plasma cannons was all they needed to take out an entire platoon's worth of men, or a flight of pelicans if they went with a low-altitude insertion. The only craft Lee believed would be able to make the drop-off would be the IIC they had left on the Monterey, but the reason why using that wasn't possible was as obvious as the cruisers looming threateningly over the miniaturized map of the area.
The only way to get close would be to swarm the excavation site with as many men as possible, and that meant a high mortality rate. And that was the last thing Lee wanted to happen after as disastrous a drop as the last. They would have to take it slow, advance methodically and carefully by sending out scouts and rangers to map out the covenant ground forces. Then, and only after being sure where every single hair on every single grunt's back was, they would be able to skulk along the forest floor in ODST infiltration gear, past the covenant scanning teams, and to the excavation site. The resources and men required, however, probably didn't exist at the moment.
Unsure of the overall picture and what they were supposed to do, Lee watched as the longswords finished their reconnaissance run before speaking.
"And how are we going to get close enough to stop them, sir?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 2:19 pm
"SIR! WE JUST LOST 2nd PLATOON!" Mitchell shouted from the MG.
"WHAT!?" Karr barked, and turned to see, Mitchell was right, the platoon was spread out on the ground, either wounded or dead.
"s**t!" He exlamed, and keyed his COM to the Global next frequancy.
"Charlie red, Charlie Red. This is Detach-Bravo-One-One-Six, requesting EVAC Stat! Tango-Six-Plus-One-Niner.We are under heavy fire, repeat, EVAC stat, Enemy all over our 12, objective cannot be obtained, we cannot, repeat, CANNOT destroy the AA Gun."
"ALRIGHT BOYS," Karr barked through the COM. "EVAC is coming in 10, gather up in a delta formation and wait for the birds to drop."
He looked to Heely. "Sergeant, give the word to the boys to hold here untill I said so."
Heely gave a chipper 'Yessir' and ran off.
"Mitchell, whe need to hold the line!" He yelled.
The Private nodded, and began letting off rounds.
Suddenly, his COM clicked to life, as 4 Pelicans swung into view.
"This Echo Six-Five-Nine, someone requested and EVAC, so gather up boys..."
Anthony clicked his COM to GLOBAL.
"Ok boys, get aboard."
Karr let a few more rounds off into the enemy. Heely suddenly came up beside him and patted him on the shoulder, "Sir, you go, I'll stay with Mitchell." He said, and nodded to the Gunner.
Anthony nodded back, and signaled Squad A and B, who were sitting on their asses, backs turned against the wall, looking his direction. They all got up at the same time, and dashed to the Pelican.
He kneeled down, and waited at the side of the Pelican's troop bay opening. He watched everyone climb aboard and strap in, finally the final man jumped into the armored bay. Now all that was left was Heely, and Mitchell.
Karr quickly leaped inside, and crouched down at the door way.
"JUST LEAVE IT! LETS GO!" He said, his paitance was shot.
The 2 marines began running to the Pelican. They were within 30 feet of the bay, when suddenly, a gasp arose from Heely, his face turned white and he began to fall forward.
Anthony's eyes widened, and the Sergeant fell to the ground; arms outstreched, with 7 needles coming out of his black, blood at the base of them.
"NO!" Anthony exlamed.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 3:15 pm
"Mickley, Henderson! Help me out!" Karr barked into the bay, and ran to the fallen Sergeant.
Mitchell was running back to the Sergeant, when Karr barked an order at him. "COVERING FIRE! ALL OF YOU DAMNIT!" And he turned his attention on the Medic.
"Ok, grab his arms. Lets pull em back." Anthony said, hefted an arm, and started to pull him into the bay.
Once they got inside, the doors shut, and the whole Pelican was watching the Sergeant from the 30tst and the Private manning the Machine Gun work on the now Company XO.
"Damnit John dont you die..." Mitchell said, removing his armor and flipping him on his back.
Karr removed the Sergeant's helmet and set it beside him. Heely's blond hair rested against the metal decking. His eyes darted back and forth, confused and dazed.
"Bud, Heely..." Karr said, looking into Heely's eyes. "Your gonna be ok..." He said, as Mitchell pulled another spike from his back. Heely winced in pain and yelled behind gritted teeth.
"Flip... me...o-over..." He moaned as the last spike came out.
Anthony did as he instructed and flipped him. The blood from the wounds in his back began to seep from under his back and pooled on the floor.
Mitchell, acting fast, put the MEDCOM on Heely. It began scanning for what was wrong.
"Sir, the spikes pierced his Lungs and the left Aorta of his heart... there isn;t anything we can do without some medical know how..."
Karr couldn't belive it... He wouldn't. The Medic for his company finally got a chance at being someone important to the Company, and now here he is... on the floor... in a pool of his own blood.
Heely gripped his hand. "S-s-sir..."
Anthony looked down at the Sergeant. "What is it John? Whats wrong."
Johnathan Alexander Heely's brown eyes gazed up at Anthony's.
"S-sir... It was...-a-an hon-nor be-ing your... S-s-second in-c-comand today..."
His hand fell limp... his body numb... and his eyes pierced the ceiling fo the bay.. as if trying to spot something that was not there...
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 5:05 pm
Lipton watched the display from the Ops Center at Hill 246. He accessed the Spy satellites orbiting the earth and re-tasked one to watch the situation around what was left of Charlie Company 105th. He frowned and checked the assets in play. There were several squadrons of C109 Longsword fighter bombers in the air. He keyed the COM for Company C.
"Charlie this is Easy Six, Far support is authorized, designate targets."
He switched the COM channel to the nearest Longsword flight.
"Hotel flight, this is Easy Six, move to grid Lima-five-niner on my mark, be advised target is hostile AA, drop payload then get the hell out."
/Copy that Easy Six, Hotel Flight standing by./
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 5:12 pm
Anthony starred at the cold, now lifeless body of Sergeant Heely. His mind flustered. He didn't know what to do; taking Heely's helmet, and pitching it full force at the wall. The vizor broke into pieces when it hit the wall, and fell to the floor with an hollow thud.
"DAMNIT!" Karr began yelling, pacing around the body. "WHY!? WHY!? HE WAS RIGHT THERE! HE WAS JUST OVER THERE DAMNIT. He-he... he could have made it..." Anthony, then, fell onto his knees, and began to sob in his hands.
The whole cabin was looking at him as he sat and weeped over Heely's corpse. He was so happy to be the XO, no longer the small fry Medic, he was helping lead the company... now... he's dead.
Anthony looked up, his eyes burning from his tears and his gasping filled the metal crevises of the compartment. His mind Just wanted to shut down; it couldn't comprehend what had just happened. He had a Marine die under his command... his XO...
He wiped his face with his blood caked hands, smearing the sections of not dry blood on his dirt ridden cheeks.
"When we land... Henderson, McKay, Alley and Doublerville, you carry the body to the corpse pile and report back to 105th. The rest of you follow him." He turned to face the whole compartment, he was standing at the doorway. "It was an honor serving with you all, you all are bright, wonderful men. And I wish you all happy and prolonging lives..."
He gave them a crisp salute, and sat right where he was.
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The hissing sound of the doors opening, gave Anthony his que to stand up. Slowly, the metal gangplank fell from the opening, revealing marines scurrying to their duties, and Off duty's, shooting the s**t.
He felt a few eyes meet his figure as he stood in the doorway. From the sight of him, other marines jabbed at other marines to get their attention so they could see the newcomer. His armor scratched to the point of where it was almost pure silver, the paint had come off; blood, staned all over him, mud covered his whole body... A true warrior.
Behind him, the 4 who were assigned to carry Heely found a Blanket, and hefted the corpse up and hauled it to the burying site. The most thanks Karr could give him was a proper burial.
Anthony stepped down the ramp, having a slight limp from skidding so much, he walked over to a marine, taping up another Marines arm. Anthony asked him where 301st Able was, thanked him, and proseeded up to the 3rd level of the garage.
On his way up, scattered MG nests, ammo dumps, energy transformers, beds, wounded, blood... all of it entered his vision, before he found his company, sitting in a corner of the garage. He spotted everyone he knew, and they all spotted him. They looked in awe, as if he were a SPARTAN...
He located the Lieutenant, and walked over to him. He caught him from behind, but still made himself noticable by clearing his throat. His voice was low and dull, and his gaze was lifeless and ghastly.
"Sir, First Sergeant Karr. Reporting sir." He saluted the Lieutenant.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 5:49 pm
Seth turned to see his First Sergeant, come back from the dead, standing in front of him looking like he had just been pulled from the jaws of a shark.
Seth returned the salute, "We thought you bit the bullet Karr, damn good to see you," Seth's eyes gathered in his appearance--the man really did look like he was at war.
Karr's eyes were dead and his speech was detached. Seth knew that look. "Come on, let's get you patched up and something to eat." He glanced over the man again, he had just seen hell, "And unless it's priority, you can fill me in later."
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 5:55 pm
Karr's gaze faded downwards. He staired blankly into the Liuetenant's Chest Plate.
"Sir... I lost a man today..." He said blankly.
He returned his stare to meet his CO's. "Sir, I-I'm fine. Really. I came through without a scracth..." he let out a small 'heh', "105th Medic's are pretty damn good. Actually sir... I was hoping to get a new Rifle. And if you want, I will tell you all of what happened on the way. I kinda... I need someone to talk to Lieutenant, and I cant think of anybody else better to than you."
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 6:47 pm
Seth nodded, he knew the feeling of losing men under your command. "Let's walk Sergeant." He agreed to the terms.
Seth began heading to the Armory, walking slowly, right beside Karr. He remained silent waiting for Karr to speak.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 7:27 pm
Anthony filled the Lieutenant in on everything. Him leading 2 squads, the death of his first XO, and so on. The 2 of them dodged marines looking like they were in a hurry, and one looking for an armory.
"And thats what happened to me sir." he said, stepping asside for Medics running a strecher into the Medical area.
"I'd like to go pay my respects to him, and also... we have still have to discuss the next part of this operation."
He approched the Armory, where a makeshift resteraunt like counter was created out of doors and wood.
The Marine at the counter came forward. "Need something Sarge?"
Anthony put his papers down and slid them to the Corporal behind the makeshift counter.
"I need a full ODST field kit, a new Sniper Rifle, Type 5 ORACLE scope, lemme get a bag full Musette of Mag's. Um, 4 Grenades, a new COM set, a Helmet... and... THat should wrap it up..." Anthony put 2 packs of Lucky Strikes down on the table ontop of the papers. "And if you could Sparky, gimme 2 beers and my mail. Karr, Anthony D."
The orderly nodded and went to work.
"You want a beer?" The Sergeant asked.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 8:01 pm
Seth listened silently throughout the story. And nodded at Karr's offer.
"You did good Karr. Best you could--Better than most could have."
The orderly came back with some of Karr's requested gear and pulled two bottles of Sapporo form behind the counter.
Seth popped the lid off, handing the other one to Karr. "To fallen friends." he gestured with the bottle in a brief and somber toast.
The orderly continued gathering the requested supplies.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 8:08 pm
The First Sergeant tapped the brim of his Sam Adams against the Lieutenants'. "No, sir, to ALL the fallen." He started to knock a dent in the beer with a nice smooth chug.
"Now sir, I'd like to discuss the next part of the plan with you." he said, motioning to a table to his left. The 2 of them walked over to it, and sat on the stools provided.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 8:33 pm
Dansmith layed the cards out, two for each of them, face down. He sat at the edge of his bunk, with a busted ST serving as their table.
"The game: Blackjack. A classic, don't you think, Warren?" He shuffled the deck some more, deftly playing with the cards until they were sufficiently randomized.
He peeked at one of his face-down card... Hm, a "9" he thought... He turned the otehr card over: "7". This was going to be an interesting game. Hopefully not the first of many, but he hadn't played against the Master Sergeant before. Only fought next to him...
"Well, Warren? Check your cards, and flip one over. Hit?" He asked, hand primed over the deck.
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