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 Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 12:49 pm
Harvest
Alpha Base
The Pelicans roared in to aid Alpha Base, one by one dropping off troops and supplies whilst other smaller jets carried in equipment for the base to operate with. Things were coming online rather quickly and it wouldn't be long until everything began spinning in motion once again. Of course, Private George Love lay buried underneath two hundred pounds of rubble, so there wasn't much moving he was going to be doing.The dreams of a crisp summer breeze rushing through the fields on the outskirts of Utgard was quickly fading as the roar of the engines around him slowly pulled him from the daze. He didn't open his eyes at first, he was groggy and felt the a sharp pain in his chest, unlike any he had felt ever before. He winced, his eyes shut, he tried to reach his hand up and feel the source of the pain, but found himself trapped underneath the debris.
"What happened?" He thought to himself, "What is all of this racket?" Suddenly Love felt himself recalling everything that happened, how Alpha Base was assaulted by the Covenant, and how the Corporal dropped a live grenade right next to Love, on accident of course.That was when Love went to kick it away from his squadmates, when the explosion knocked him backwards, careening into a stack of supply crates and equipment. That was when the rest of his squad died. A swift remorse filled his head, only to be replaced by the echoing of soldiers moving around around him. The base was still theirs, thank the Lord. Finally, panic struck him, he was buried, possibly injured, and had no way to get out from underneath the piles of scrap metal and supplies.
He laid his head back, his helmet holding it a few inches away from the jagged edges of twisted metal underneath it. it was time for him to do something, or he would die, so with all of his strength, Love pushed every muscle of his body towards the sky, but to no avail. A few small pieces shuffled around, but the bulk of what buried him was adamantly holding him down. A deep breath in and he yelled out as loud as he could with his cracked voice "SOMEBODY HELP!" Hopefully, he was loud enough to warrant someone's attention.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 4:38 pm
Carter, James L.
Harvest : Alpha Base
Crates and supplies were still being moved around and organized to the corporal's liking, he seemed to love what little power he had. James was about to grab another crate when the corporal told him to check out the debris near the east wall. He said he saw some crates there that he wanted checked out thoroughly.
So James walked over to the debris, but he took his time lighting up a smoke on the way. He hoped that it would kill him before the Covenant did. He was about there when he heard some mumbling from the debris, it sounded like, "SOMEBODY HELP!" But he wasn't quite sure. He dropped the smoke on the ground and jogged and walked around the debris. He noticed some dead marines slightly buried under stone, steel and wood with parts of their bodies poking out. Looking back at the pile of broken and damaged crates, James noticed a leg that was moving, he kinda rushed forward a bit and shouted quite loudly.
"ANYBODY IN THERE?"
He stepped back a bit and looked over at the base, "HEY! COME HELP ME! I THINK A MARINE IS TRAPPED!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 5:05 pm
Harvest Polar Region
Alpha Base
Private Washburn slung his MA5B and jumped up to the ledge overlooking the re-captured base site. PFC Reynolds reached down and pulled him up with Corporal Phillips covering their six. The Albatross transports were flying down from the Spirit of Fire at a far greater rate than before. The supply pads had been rebuilt and the base already had a fusion reactor online. Washburn could see Sergeant Forge working with several squads of Marines that had come down from the ship. Forge had one hell of a reputation, but Washburn would follow him anywhere. He would have preferred the gates of hell, at least there wouldn't be any snow there. The Private unslung his rifle and looked out at the frozen wasteland that stretched out before him. Only six years ago Harvest had been a verdant world filled with healthy crops and a burgeoning population, not to mention beautiful farmer's daughters. Then the Covenant came and burned the planet's surface. When Admiral Cole's battle group arrived, the surface had already become a hellish frozen wasteland.
Washburn had been among the troops sent to retake Utgard, the planet's capitol. The city that had at one time been a bright and shining example of humanity's growth had been reduced to bombed out buildings and ash-filled streets. When the Marine ground forces had pulled out, the city was in the process of being glassed by the Covenant above. And now he was back. Back on Harvest. The Private level his MA5B and sighted down the opposite side of the wall. The base had gone into lock-down as soon as the structures had been rebuilt, and the engineers were working on lifting it. For the mean-time, command was relying on squads like Washburn's to scout the area. A Pelican dropped their M12 LRV on the far side of the wall and the Marines clambered down to it. Washburn climbed up behind the M41 LAAG and flicked the safety off. He tested the gun's turning by shifting his weight on the pedals embedded into the gun's base. The three-barreled rotary cannon was well oiled and turned quickly. He spun back to face the front of the Warthog and waited for he Phillips and Reynolds to mount up.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 1:20 am
ZNK Carter, James L.
Harvest : Alpha Base
He stepped back a bit and looked over at the base, "HEY! COME HELP ME! I THINK A MARINE IS TRAPPED!"
Private Aarno "Feed" Nikula
Alpha Base
Aarno dropped the memo and rushed to the voice. "A marine? Under that pile?!" he yelled not believing his own eyes. After a moment of reorganizing his head he slapped the other marine on the shoulder. "You go fetch some more help, I'll try to see if there's something we can do. Don't worry, I'll tell everyone you were the first to notice this guy. Now go!"
Aarno leaned forward and studied the pile. "Dude, you are jammed up pretty bad. Whatever you do, don't try to move the pile!" he said to the marine underneath, "it'll just collapse and we could shovel you out of there. Stay put, ye hear! Help is on its way."
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 7:45 am
Harvest
Alpha Base
Miraculously, there was a Marine near by that wasn't as dense as one might expect. The Marine responded to his voice, but through all of the metal frame and broken crates that were between Love and the Marine, he couldn't hear a word he said. There was some shuffling around above him, the Marine had to be trying to help him, probably pulling some of the equipment off of him or something. Moments later another Marine's voice appeared, they were sending in the cavalry to get him out of there. He couldn't hear their conversation, he just hoped that it wasn't about how screwed Love was. Love meanwhile, continued to struggle under the debris, he wanted out and he wanted it now.
Pushing and trying to roll left and right, Love was really making no progress voiding the small bits that fell around him. He was about to push himself once more when he heard one of the Marine's voices crystal clear. "Don't try to move..." What followed shortly after was a bit muffled as Love was now trying to focus on sitting still.
This was by far the worst predicament the young private had ever been in and he couldn't imagine anything being much worse than this, even after kicking a frag grenade the way he did and surviving. He could feel a few sharp corners of the frame that held up whatever it was that collapsed on him were vibrating a slight bit. Unfortunately this meant that the entire thing was moving, which made it harder for Love to not move. "This sucks...." was all he could manage to mutter under his breath.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 8:13 pm
Carter, James L.
Harvest : Alpha Base
James ran over to the nearest marine and told him what was happening. He was huffing and puffing, lost for breath as he spoke. Then he carried on running around telling marines what had happened. He started running towards Sergeant Forge, but then served away, deciding not to disturb him just yet. After a while he realized he gathered like 40 marines and thought that would be enough.
He arrived back at the debris, the pile of broken and damaged crates once more. "Okay marines! Lets help this guy out! We need a warthog over here pronto!" He strolled around the debris where it was safe and found a spot where debris could be safely lifted up.
"Over here marines! We may be able to get him out over here!" He made sure there was plenty of safe foot holds and where they would lift up the debris.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 6:54 am
Aarno "Feed" Nikula
Alpha Base
Helping organize the rescue
"Yes, someone get a Warthog here! You there, don't try alone, wrap some ropes around it! If it collapses, we have a UNSC pancake at our hands!"
Aarno patted Carter on the shoulder. "Good work, we should get him out in notime. We just have to lift the stuff from top to down and use some ropes to help ease the stress here and keep it up there..."
Then he went on-site and told the helpers where, what and when to lift. "Remember, it is that guy there or I who tells you what to do. Don't go solo!"
A minute later he tried to contact the marine underneath again. "Hey! Wiggle your leg if you start to feel a pressure rise, okay! We can't hear you and yelling might cause some drop to the pile!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 10:55 am
Harvest, Northern Polar Region
On Patrol
The three ton LRV shot across the densely packed snow and ice as the squad made for their assigned patrol route. Washburn kept the turret on a constant swivel. This was still enemy territory and he wasn't about to let himself be caught unawares. The computer systems embedded in the turret helped to steady his aim as the Warthog jumped, jostled, and slid its way across the uneven ground. In the distance he spotted a sniper perch and a pair of Jackal marksmen. He revved the barrels and once they were within range, sent a hail of metal streaming towards their position. The light anti-aircraft gun tore the lightly armored aliens to shreds, spattering the snow-covered rocks with dark blue ichor. He traced his line of fire to the left to counter an incoming ghost as Reynolds clicked the safety on the squad's M19 SSM launcher off. He sent a single rocket hurling towards the ghost. The alien driver was too preoccupied with Washburn's near-infinite stream of bullets to see the rocket rapidly approaching his front. The shot was perfect and the ghost was torn to ribbons of shiny alien metal. Reynolds rotated the barrels on his launcher and prepped the next round while Phillips pushed the Warthog around a tight turn, all the while reporting the contacts to the Spirit of Fire's Command and Control center. Serina was keeping tabs on everyone and the Marines appreciated that.
Phillips floored the accelerator pedal and sent the hog off of a jump and landed atop a small ice-road. Around them were the remains of one of Harvest's major highways. The twisted metal gave the landscape a hellish appearance, and Washburn was not appreciative. The Corporal guided the warthog across the thin sliver of rock-hard ice as carefully as he could. Once the LRV had safely made it to the far side, he opened her up. Jets of snow and ice spat out from the Warthog's massive tires as the vehicle gained speed. Washburn grinned as he cut down a column of grunts on patrol. They wanted a war, and we'll give 'em one.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 4:56 pm
Falkland, Amelia | UNSC Marines
Harvest: Alpha Base
En Route to Formation
Damn this cold...
Amelia was never one for the cold weather. Being on Harvest made her despise it even more. The standard-issue gear for the Marines provided insulation, but not enough to battle the harsh winds of this planet. Before leaving, she peered out a small window, watching as the desolation of Harvest transcended all time. What pity she felt for this planet; she could only imagine the lush forests and bountiful fields that covered this world, only to fall to the Covenant and their "glassing" of human worlds. Damn those wretched creatures.
She shivered as another frigid gust of wind swept through the barracks. Before reaching for the MA5B-ICWS Assault Rifle that leaned against her rack, she dug into her ditty bag for a pair of gloves. Black in color, these gloves were probably the fuzziest things to ever come out of military technology. Thank the Stars these were standard-issue, otherwise the upper-brass would of confiscated them without question. She slipped them on one by one, wriggling her fingers as the warmth began to pulse through her body once more. With that, she grabbed the rest of her gear, picked up the rifle and cradled it like a newborn, then grabbed her helmet, placing it squarely on her head and tightening the straps. Finally, after checking that her preparations were complete, Amelia headed for the exit.
Amelia, along with every other Marine on base, had recieved orders to meet up with Sergeant Forge. She knew not of this man personally, only that he was considered a "hot-head" in the eyes of the CO's. Nevertheless, this man deserved Amelia's respect. His reputation proceeded him as a phenomenal leader and a fierce fighter. She walked down the P-Way, nearing her destination, with hopes of impressing the man.
She had finally come upon the formation. Countless Marines were scattered around the large docking area, chatting aimlessly amongst themselves. She caught sight of the Sergeant, sitting on a crate, playing with his combat knife. The view before her did not falter Amelia. She stepped forward, straighted, and switched the rifle to her left hand. Amelia stepped before the Sergeant and gave a crisp salute:
"Private Amelia Falkland reporting, sir."
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 6:54 pm
>PFC Andrew Fielding
Location: Unknown
Status: MIA
Thump thump, thump thump
He slowly stirred in the cold snow, his right arm shifted in the snow and he balanced himself up on the arm. His eyes creaked open slowly, his vision was blurred and his heartbeat was the only thing he could hear. Andrew slowly brought himself to crouch and realized how cold he was. The blood on his armor was frozen into a thin layer of ice; it definitely was not his it was his platoon's. He scanned the area around him, until his eyes spotted his savior and best friend, his MA5B ICWS. Andrew grasped at the snow and pulled himself forward, before something hit him. A sharp pain shot up his left leg and into his side. He cringed, but resisted the urge to scream. Andrew glanced down at his leg to see a metal shard stuck in his leg, he took a firm grip on it, and then looked away. He ignored it, and turned and began to crawl again. Andrew ignored the pain in his leg as grasped at the snow and pulled himself toward his MA5B. He was nearly there he could feel it's embrace. A dark blue visage stepped on Andrew's hand as rested open the rifle, crushing the bones beneath it.
Andrew screamed in pain and looked up, the beast standing there was oh so familiar to him, it was an Elite. The beast held in his right arm a glowing blade of plasma. He watched as the thing made what he considered a smile, he opened his mouth to say something when he felt a strong force push him down into the snow hard. Then Andrew felt a quick sharp pain go through his chest, his body seized and lurched upward, he could feel it there, it felt cold and warm at the same time. Then the pain retracted and his body suddenly started to go cold. Andrew's head hit the warm most snow surrounding him, the snow around him turned red as his world went black.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 8:52 am
Harvest
Alpha Base
Sweat ran down the nervous private's forehead dripping into his eyebrows. The urge to scratch his forehead and remove the sweat was near unbearable, but even if he wanted to, he was trapped in so tight that he couldn't reach his face if he had wanted to. Fortunately an entire squad of Marines were working to get the weight off of him, working to clear the rubble and save him. He sure was a lucky man wasn't he? After a few moments of simply sitting and waiting he could hear a loud humming in the distance come to life, seems they had gotten the reactors back online at the base. Seems things were running smoothly under the command of Cutter's men as the base was already up and running in just the short time after they took the base back. The foot steps and voices became more and more as soldiers came to help free the one trapped man, it seemed an unnecessary effort to save one life, but the UNSC needed any and every soldier it could get so it was understandable that they were trying to free him.
The roar of a Warthog's engine finally came into focus and Private Love knew that things were getting serious. "Looks like y'all are getting the heavy lifting equipment out, ah?" He spoke softly with a chuckle. If this crew had any wits about them then they could get him out from under the huge pile of metal and get him back to the front lines to die with dignity.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 9:23 am
Aarno "Feed" Nikula
Alpha base
second-in-command at the rescue
Aarno tied a rope tightly into a warthog and then ordered the driver to hold. He checked the knots and then turned to see where Carter was. "Carter! Carter! Is that end ready? That big chunk needs to go pronto! Others keep the debris from invading the space once we get the big 'un down!"
The ant-like activity slowly organized around ropes and smaller parts of the pile. They had made sure the "Big 'un" would tip over into a safe direction, not over the one they were rescuing.
"Wait for the mark..."
Colliding thoughts and stressful ideas ran through Aarno's head. Would it work? Were they in time? Was the Warthog powerful enough?
The last thought cleared his head like a bucket of cold water. It was, after all, Warthog he was questioning. It was like getting suspicious over your own grandpa for stealing candy. Almost superstitiously he patted the hood of the vehicle and waited.
"Just wait, Carter has the call now..."
But what if Carter misjudged the situation? He wasn't exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. Nikula reminded himself of the training Carter must have taken in order to get himself this far. The grim idea of them having the lifeline of a helpless marine in their hands didn't just fade away, no matter what he thought.
"Okay, any second now. I want you to pull steadily, no sudden accelerations."
"Do shut up already!"
"Okay, okay! No need to get all stressed because we're rescuing a marine..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 7:59 pm
>LCpl Wayne Serco
Location: Alpha Base
Status: WIA
Serco muttered to himself as limped through the snow, a stream of blood trickling down his right leg. He used a large frozen tree limb as crutch, making his way toward Alpha Base slowly. His united was ambushed and split up a ways back, he wasn't even sure if anyone survived. Wayne wasn't even sure that he was alive, it all felt like a dream, after all. One moment he and his buddies Andrew and Roy were chatting around a fire, then Roy got hit and the rest went black. Wayne couldn't believe it, he was finally here. He looked up and saw the ruins of Alpha before him; he took three steps onto the shattered concrete and collapsed into the rubble, unconscious.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 1:53 am
Carter, James L.
Harvest : Alpha Base
James gave a good inspection of his side and made sure it was all well. He realized this was his moment, hes was in charge. It gave him a drive even more powerful than adrenaline rush. It was ready to go and he was confident 100 percent.
"Alright! Go hard and fast, push that pedal down like it is your mother trapped under here!" He watched the warthog race away and the crates fly away like they were made of feathers. "Damn. A bit to hard..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 8:52 am
Aarno "Feed" Nikula
Alpha Base
Facepalming
For a moment he beheld the view in front of him. It was like a fireworks blowing up, only more fearsome. "Get cover! Cover!!" he yelled and ducked after the rampant stuff had settled down Aarno rose up and went to Carter. "Carter? Remember what I said about the acceleration?" his voice was slow and calm. "Remember? Expecially the one part?" now his voice rose up to a banshee-like level: "The part NOT TO MAKE SUDDEN MOVES?! IDIOT! Who knows if we get to make yet another military funeral?!"
After that Aarno pulled a deep breath, patted Carter on the shoulder and was his normal self again, ready to organize.
"Okay, let's check the damage. I'll try to gather the marines together again, you check the well-being of the one we were supposed to rescue. If he is dead...", Aarno made a theatretical pause, "you'll be the one to scrape him off the debris."
"Are you folks allright?"
"yea, sure..." a sarcastical voice started.
"Great. Gather up, we still need to clear the area." Aarno was at his element again.
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