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 Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 1:44 pm
Miguel slammed against the wall and stood up looking around the corner with his brother. He reached to his side and grabbed a grenade, lowering it to his brother. "Make this shot count" he said "you let it fly and we take off."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 4:31 pm
Ben nodded, and in one movement, primed and threw the grenade. It flew about 50 yards and landed in the puddle of fresh gasoline.
The Brutes heard the clatter, but saw nothing, and went back to the buisness of stipping the aliens of their firearms and their flesh, when a beautiful fireball consumed them, their unclean fur was easily flammable as it charred their flesh and cause a reeking odor that could be smelt for miles. Their bodies were consumed in the massive explosion and funeral pyre of the Pelican. The panicing Brutes fell to the ground in charred lumps of flesh and fur.
The Pelican, which was now a smokesignal, shot a plume of smoke skyward from the reckage.
***At Santa Monica***
A young Ensign sat at a station just north of the beach. All Pelicans were returning when suddenly...
"Um, sir, I have a problem..." He said and waved the Major over. Major Nelson looked over the chard. It read Echo Four-One-Seven as KIA.
"Check the flight roster." The major said in his gruff tone.
A flight list came up.
PILOTS:
Anderson, Markus | KIA
Nicolai, Markovzky | KIA
CREW:
Lieutenant : Walter, Michael (KIA)
Private : Silva, Anderson (KIA)
Private : Fernandez, Nico (KIA)
Private : Marx, Alexander (KIA)
Private : Kilikone, Mack (KIA)
Private : Ortain, Kyle (KIA)
Corporal : Untz, Matthew (KIA
Lance Corporal : Smith, Benjamin (Green)
Sergeant : Smith, Miguel (Green)
Staff Sergeant : Harper, Lee (KIA)
"Oh s**t...."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 11:35 pm
Miguel grabbed his brother's shoulder pulling him to his feet, "let's go" and began running for the bridge. All around them things were going to hell, buildings on fire, cars wrecked in the streets, corpses lining the sidewalks. The only thing left to complete the apocalyptic scenario was the Covenant who was hot on their tails. There was no sure way to know where the two ODST's were because of their suits, but if time served them right they would be found. The gravel from the exploded asphalt and shattered glass crunched under the heels of his boots as they sprinted towards the highway. Everything was going to hell, and they wanted to be out of there before it really was too late. Since their COM's didn't work outside of a fifty meter radius there was no way to contact the command center in Santa Monica. They were on their own.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 8:27 pm
Ben stopped in his tracks infront of a pawn shop. "MIGUEL!" He called to his brother, who was still running. "Come in here and help me." He said, breaking the glass door with the butt of his rifle.
His brother must have thought he was crazy, but Ben had something up his sleeve.
"Miguel," he moved a box out of the way. "If we can get a cheep radio, we can contact for Evac." he said, crushing a table with his foot.
"Look for some kind of Radio!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 1:50 pm
"Ben, what the hell are you doing?" he yelled running back to the store. As Ben went inside he turned around and covered him with his rifle. "Ben, come on!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 3:09 pm
"WAIT! If we can find a radio, we can possible get the hell out of here!" he called to his brother. "DAMNIT! ******** IT!" he hopped across the store front avoiding items and joined his brother in the running rant they continued in.
"Miguel, if we were to" he began to pant. "If-if we were to get that radio I was lookin we could have gotten some support or something..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 2:26 am
Miguel stopped to look at his brother gripping his gun tightly, "are you serious? Did you not hear that reporter?! They initiated HAMMERDOWN! They let L.A. go!" He puffed out his chest taking a deep breath in, burning his lungs as he did so and exhaling hard.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 9:15 am
"But-t Miguel, If we find a radio we can STOP the hammerdown." His eye caught a marine with a COM relay Pack. "MIGUEL! LOOK!" He jogged over to it, stripped the corpse of his ammo and COM RELAY and started off to a run.
"Tango Six-Five, Tango Six-Five, HAMMER RED HAMMER RED, Cancel Hammerdown, Friendlies in vicinity, requesting pickup; over."
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:00 pm
Miguel looked at his brother and caught movement out of the corner of his eye. A chieftain looking not so happy with what he was seeing bellowed with his head raised and his hair standing on end, the Brute's call to action. On their twenty-five meter radius radars red blips popped up everywhere on their sides as they finally stepped foot onto the highway I-10 West toward Santa Monica. Overhead the skies were covered with dark soot clouds, black as death but lit by the setting sun. They had to keep running, and every second they did they stepped one more step away from their death.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 10:47 pm
From the corner of the alley, he heard a shrill cry. Brutes...
"Get down!" Ben yelled, and knocked his brother to the ground, brought his BR55 to shoulder level and rounded a few shots into the chest plate of a Brute.
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