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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 7:12 pm
"Alright Lieutenant, here is the plan. We're droping off at Zulu-Charlie-Five-Seven. Right near the edge of where I landed off. We're going to be the main assault, 3rd platoon and 4th platoon are going to pull the flank out from the side. We're going to have the tank, and 3 Hogs. When we land, I want you to rally with me. We need to scope this area out. Over."
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 7:23 pm
The black helmet wavered, a nod, simple and sweet. "Works." The ODST didn't see it like a challenge, they were landing, perhaps landing hard, so what? That was his job, to get into hot places and melt them, to live, to get the impossible done. To go past what a normal human could do, the hormone built soldier clasped his assault rifle swinging the bolt back, hot, and ready.
Private COM flipped on, within his dome of his helmet, filled with screens appearing and disappearing displaying glowing blue information across his HUD he called up Shelly who had been busy going through base files 'copied' before they were whipped away.
"Anything interesting?" Smith asked. "Not really, just don't get yourself killed hon, my escape rout is.. Patchy.." Latch onto a sat, perhaps infest a enemy vehicle till she could clamber her way back to the UNSC? Maybe jump from soldier to soldier, he didn't know, the amazing thing about an AI like Shelly is that she could pull it off.
A chuckle left his mouth, a shake of his head turned a queer look of soldiers as they wondered what the 'crazy' was up to, probably talking to himself, or an AI.
"Lets kick some a**. Watch my back Shelly."
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 7:29 pm
Ashton nodded towards Mitchell, and moved on to a man who had a few of his fingers severed. He was ready to apply some patches when Mitchell cried out, and collapsed onto the deck behind him. "Medic! We need a Medic here right now!" The Sergeant quickly handed the finger-less man the bandages, in a "get it yourself" manner, then turned and paced the few steps to the Corporal.
He was sitting in his seat, teeth gritted in a grim smile, while his blood-drenched bandages lost their adhesive properties as they became saturated. Holy Hell! He thought, then eased the man out of his seat to lay him down on the deck. All of Mitchell's fatigues were stained brown and black from the wet and drying blood that tainted the olive-drab green uniforms. Ashton pulled open the man's vest quickly and tore a hole in his shirt: his insides were meat, again. He grabbed a large can of Bio-foam- "Corporal, I hope you're ready for a taste of Hell"- and jabbed the needle in, and opened the valve.
They said that BioFoam hurt like a thousand thousand fire ants biting at once. Ashton disagreed: it felt more like a thousand thousand ants spitting acid and breathing fire into every orafice imaginable, and into a few you never knew existed. All at once.
The Corporal screamed, but he held the man down until the whole can was empty, and a patch was adhered to his skin: the inner layer "burned", heated itself up and carturized all the open blood vessels, creating the largest synthetic scab available. That, too, hurt like a son of a b***h. Too bad, this would save his life, and his job description never said anything about it being pleasant.
Dansmith finished up by TIGHTLY wrapping a length of contracting-tape around Mitchell's midsection and glueing the edges on to his skin. He finished ripping off his shirt, then handed him a fresh (and un-stained) one, propping the shivering man up on a seat while screwing in a Blood-Bag (blood stem cells within a neutral plasma, also pre-stocked with nutrients and oxygen) into Mitchell's IV Valve. He tossed a thermo-blanket over him to prevent the man from "freezing" from blood loss, and from going in to shock.
"And, put a damn smile on, Corporal, you're not dying anymore!" He joked, enjoying the grim humor that arose from a sucessful field surgery.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 9:38 pm
Voi was no better off than anywhere else on the god-forsaken continent of Africa. The Covenant were everywhere, and this time they had Voi all to themselves with the exception of a single Marine unit. The 77th Infantry Battalion had been garrisoned in Voi awaiting deployment when Reach was glassed. After that it stayed there, an extra level of defense. When New Mombasa went up, they fought alongside their fellow man. Now they were the only ones with real military training left to defend the ports at Voi. There were also the civilians, but they were not marines. Most of them had never held a weapon before. There was no time for proper training, most instructions were simple. Point at the alien and pull the trigger. There were little to no problems and everyone graduated with flying colors.
Easy Company had gone from the frying pan and straight into hell. The urban fighting was more intense than anything in recent history. The Marines were out-manned, outgunned, and surrounded, but they still put up one hell of a fight. Reinforcements from Crow's Nest were slow, and the supply convoys along the Tsavo Highway had all but stopped. Lipton knew it was because of Brute blockades, but there was nothing he could do about it. The Covenant had already established an AA battery along the ridge of the enormous crater they were digging. He could see a storm brewing above the massive cloud of dust and fog, but nothing else. They were literally on the edge of the Covenant dig site, and the Covenant didn't want them there. The lake that once connected Voi to Mombasa was gone, replaced by wet mud and massive cliffs. The Covenant had AA Wraiths anywhere they could place them, and the Marines didn't have the firepower to deal with them.
The Commanding Officer of the Battalion, Lieutenant Colonel Forster had been killed in an explosion a few hours before Easy showed up, which meant that Lipton and Major Bisley were in charge of the defense. Easy was placed around the Eastern perimeter with a few men assisting what was left of the 77th at the Southern defenses. The 77th Infantry Batt. was composed of five companies and an HQ detachment, of which only two and a half remained. They were in a bad way and contact with Crow's Nest was sporadic at best due to the atmospheric interference from the storm.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 10:15 pm
Seth nodded to himself, "Affirmative," He acknowledged and then reported to his squad, dishing out placement and the statistics for the upcoming fight. "We're the first to charge Marines." He told them.
Seth finished informing his Marines and COM'd back to Karr, "We're good to go." He told the man, as he himself clicked off the safety on his BR55.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 10:41 pm
"Copy that Victor Seven-Zero-Five. Bravo out."
Anthony could feel the Pelican's begin to slow. Outside the open bay doors, the scenery pass by, and the horizon, soon rising to the edge of the Pelican's ramp.
"Alright boy's, we hit the dirt in five. Dansmith, get the rest of them a quick patch and grab your gear. Willows, your with me on my a**. Dansmith, get cover from Anselon."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 6:21 am
Somehow, Ashton knew the Warrant Officer wouldn't take his advice and keep from moving his shoulder. Oh well, it's war: and how does that saying go, Angel? I think it's, "You're a subordinate, so you can't tell him what to do". You can't keep Karr from disobeying a medic's recommendation. Just be lucky he didn't tell you to shove it up your a**. Ever the funny one. Alright, here we go. He thought with grim determination as he looked over another three men, and worked on making fit for battle.
Once he had finished that, Sergeant Dansmith had only a minute to grab his gear: He re-stocked his medical supplies from the Pelican's storage areas, then donned his gear-vest. His BR55 was loaded and racked, as was his sidearm. Only two grenades decorated his chest, and a small 1"x1"x1" cube of C-12 sat inside a large, shock-proof and element-proof box attached to his fanny pack.
The Pilot called back to them on the COMM: "Alright, Marines! Touchdown in Five! Four!--" Let's kick some Covenant a**. "--One, Go, Go, GO!!!" The Pelican hit dirt, and a sandstorm of loose debris kicked up and blinded the men and women inside the bay. Mitchell was on his feet again, and Dansmith rallied up with PFC Anelson, a Heavy Weapon's specialist. The man sported an MA6K MPA Medium Assault Rifle, along with a SPNKr Missile system slung across his back. Four of the 3"x3"x3" C-12 cubes and 8 grenades decorated the outside of his vest and thighs, as well as one Type-14 Magnetic Anti-Tank mine attached to his lower-back.The man was packing some serious heat.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 7:42 am
Winter flew from the pelican before it even touched. The ODST hit hard, taking a fast roll into the spiraling pilers of dust flung through the air as the pelicans engines roared flaring up a new hurricane of dirt and sand.
"We've hit the dirt, we've hit the dirt. Thanks. See you." Smith sprung quickly to the COM link to the pilot, ripping open the open channel with or without her approval. Hey, a perk of being him, a Master Gunnery Sergeant with a crafty AI within his helm.
The area swiftly with the swivel of his assault became clear, for now. Through his HUD he watched the bleeping orbs of fell soldiers and the void of red of enemies. Where were they? They had to be close..
"Lets kick some Covenant a**."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 10:38 am
Karr rocketed out of the bay and ducked from incoming fire. Plasma bolts were airborne everywhere. To his left, Medlik got hit in the shoulder. But, there was nothing Anthony could do for the soilder. He patched him up as best he could and told him to lie still for the time being, The marine nodded and blacked out. Anthony move on; shrinking low to avoid fire.
With a sudden crash, the Scorpion landed on what Karr now called 'Omaha Beach'. Dust and rubble kicked up from the impact of the tank.
Anthony made a dash for the tank. Before the operator could climb in; karr held him off with a hand, reached in, and grabbed is rifle, which was covered with his blood.
"She's all yours!" he called, and hopped away from the beast as it roared to life.
While running, he slung the rifle over his shoulder, and cradled the BR55. He took cover behind a fallen section of a building, and called in on his COM.
"Able Red, Able Red. This is Bravo One-One-Seven, Omaha is hot, we are under heavy supressive fire. Requesting air support; over?"
"Bravo One-One-Seven, this is Nighthawk Five-Three, Double o', we are currently inbound on your position for a blanket strike. Heading on in course Golf-Echo-Niner-One-One. Carring killbox Charlie. Request strike coordinates; over."
"Copy that Nighthawk. Fire on Orange smoke. Plus One, Strike Orange Golf Kilo-Niner, Left 300 Right 600. Friendlies south of Orange smoke. Killbox Charlie is a-go. Repeat, Killbox Charlie is A GO. Bravo out."
"Copy that Bravo, Nighthawk ETA 8 minutes. Nighthawk out."
Anthony let off a few rounds into the onslaught. "Lieutenant, do you copy?"
In his back pouch, Anthony retrived an Orange smoke Rifle Grenade. He attached the front to his Rifle, primed the grenade, and launched it like a mortar. The grenade fell deep within enemy lines, as it blanketed the enemies with a thick plume of orange smoke.
He keyed his COM. "All Company, open fire now!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 2:12 pm
[James Mitchell]
James smiled as he hit the dirt and ran out firing his MA5C at the Covenant bastards that just happened to be on the wrong end of the weapon. It hurt James to move, but he would live. James rolled to one side and fired at approaching brute, he nailed it right between the eyes with five shots. James didn't have the option of getting hit this time, he had no armor on at all, just a olive-drab green fatigues, duty-cap, a headset, a service pack, and a pair of black sunglasses. James pulled out a frag grenade and flung into a cluster of grunts, rewarded with a large explosion and the sound of grunt screams. James smiled and ran toward a ruined building; James skidded and dropped behind it using it as cover. James looked around and spotted a weakness in the enemies’ lines. James popped his head over the it and tried to fire his weapon, it made several clicks. "Jammed!" James shouted and spit at the ground! James was taking a lot of fire, he would need someone to cover him now. He shouted into his com. "This is Delta-Zero-Six-One! I need covering fire, repeat covering fire!" James was rewarded with the sound of rifles firing toward his would be killers, The Covenant were now being pounded with bullets. James jumped up and sprinted toward a building and took cover inside behind a pillar. It was a formitable defensive postition James figured he could use it to fix his damn weapon.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 7:49 pm
(Watch my placement skillz.)
At Karr's command, Mendez opened up. If you could track a bullet, this one would be screaming for a brute's temple. Three bursts from his rifle and the beast fell face first into the ground. His helmet's audio speakers automatically turned down the whump of a rocket, the screams from grunts, and the constant clack-clack of the rifles. Battle was his home, and he was glad to be there. With his first clip emptied, Mendez watched the ETA timer for Nighthawk to arrive with the Killbox. Karr did a good job in getting them in, now it was Mendez's job to help keep them all alive. He remembered an old vid from back in the 21st century they were shown at basic. He couldn't remember the name, but It was based on the Vietnam war. The XO of the unit was one of the most experienced, and took it upon himself to keep the unit alive. Sadly, this wasn't a vid. It was life, and men died. *click* -clack- Another scream. These Covenant bastards wanted a fight, they were getting one.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 8:11 pm
Above, the sound of Engines rocked the foundation of evry soldier; Longswords.
The 2 Fighters dropped their payloads onto the enemy encampment, striking it in the heart and destroying a few things in the process.
With the confusion, Anthony took his Chance.
"Ok! Lorraine, Mendez, Skyper, Garcia, Chen, Adile, and Krustovitz, your on my a**, were gonna make a rush ahead a few paces to atleast the gap in the street," He brought out a paper map of the AA Cannon. "Alright, This is the plan. Up ahead about 20 yards, is a low cut wall. They haven't gotten up that far. At the lowcut wall, there is a flipped Hog with a Machine Gun already mounted and ready to go. We're going to establish a base of fire... while everyone else moves into position. We cant move that tank forward without some damned help. You guys... on my mark..."
Anthony was primed and ready to run. In his mind, he planted himself where he wanted to be, and was ready to run for it.
"GO!"
His feet started, and so did the other marines. Everyone made the dash, past the rounds and the Plasma in the air. Anthony saw the target, he knew what to do... but it seemed so far away, and his shoulder hurt like a mother ********. He slid into the wall, took cover and counted the rest of his men.
"Ok, Open it up. We're giving the signal!"
Anthony motioned for the rest of the Company to follow him to the Left flank. Setting up a line could help their situation. "We're holding here!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 8:40 pm
[James Mitchell]
James hit the dirt as sone as heard the Longswords, he knew what it meant; air-strike. The building next to him was blown all to s**t, and some of the building he was in was hit too. James stood an coughed at the dust that had just entered his lungs. He doubled back and ran with rest of the squad. He had done some stupid s**t, but that took the cake. James shook it out of his head followed the other Marines. Got no time to play hero this time. Luckfully, James had finshed working on the weapon. Even so, James checked his clip, full he didn't trust the ammo counter he had had one fail on him before, syaing that he had full clip when in actuallity it was empty.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 9:02 pm
Matt moved up next to Karr. He say an brute sticking his head up, and matt poped the brute right through the eye. Out of the corner of his scpoe, matt saw the brute commader and out of 3 shots nailed him once in the chest. Matt ducked under cover to reload, and he noticed Karr looked like he was in pain. Matt yelled to him," Sir, are you ok"
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