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Battle of Israel V by MjlonirMarkVMC
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The Battle of Israel V
Date: 19 November 2004, 10:14 PM
The Master Chief stood up, slid on his helmet and smiled at the sharp hiss of his Mjolnir suit pressurizing itself. He balled up the ration bar he had been chewing on, and took a look around.
He had been fighting on this forsaken planet for three weeks, listening to Cortana's constant blathering, and fighting covanent. He checked the clip in his BR55 Battle Rifle, a stocky, 3 round burst rifle with a 2X scope.
"You should keep moving, the Covanent are advancing on this location, probably for retrieving the dead and police extra weapons. They're about 25 km up wind." Cortana said, her voice in his speakers but also echoeing in his mind. He had been fighting nonstop since he arrived here, he had just gotten his first 3 hours sleep in three weeks last night, and if he had to hear Cortanas voice one more time he was going to shoot her chip, while it was still in his head.
He glanced at Israel's sun, about 8 am. He grabbed his equipment and pushed on through to the dense jungle. Where a hunk of metal seem to form a shape very familar to him.
"A Pelican." Chief breathed silently. "Pelican B19 went down with a couple other Pelicans carrying some heavy equipment." "Like what?" Chief asked hoping that there was something he could use. "Acessing files....B19 was carrying light hand weapons, the others that went down were carrying a Scorpion MBT and LRV and other heavy artillery."
"An MBT and an LRV?" Chief asked kicking over the wreckage figuring nothing could be left, they went down hard. "Take a look around." Cortana said, the humor obvious in her voice. He looked, sure enough about 200 yards off was the MBT, he looked west and about another 100 yards was the Warthog. He grabbed all the ammo from all that wreckage, he sorted it out on the ground and took inventory.
4 M19 SSM JackHammer Rocket Launchers, 3 S2 AM Sniper Rifles, 4 M90 8 Gauge Shotguns, 2 M6C Semi-Automatic Pistols, 2 M7 Sub-Machine Guns, and ammo for his BR.
He walked over to the Warthog, clamped his hands to the side, and flipped it onto its wheels, getting in and driving it to the ammo pile, and started packing. "There." he said after knotting the rocket launcher to the undercarriage of the 'Hog. He stepped over to the tank and with all his strength flipped it onto its tracks, he took the hatch and yanked it open. "Oh no." He said softly.
A Marine, bloody and broken inside the cockpit, plasma burns all over his body. He bent down and did what he had to do, he yanked the body out, policed the dog tags and got inside the cockpit. He drove the tank in front of the 'Hog and took a steel cable and tied the two together. He shifted the LRV into neutral and after takin one last look at the marine he climbed in the cockpit and started the engine.
Pushing his way through the jungle, he soon came upon and bloody, barren, battlefield. Burning Hogs and Ghosts, overturned MBT's and Wraiths, a Banshee, one of its antigav pods stuck to some barbed wire, it turned in a neverending orbit around the wire. Dead bodies were everywhere, Covanent and human both but he quickly surmised that for every Marine there were 12 dead Covanent, that made him feel a little better about all this death. He stopped and checked his motion tracker, and a huge blip was appoaching from behind him! He threw open the hatch and jumper with all his strength, multiplied by the Mjolnir Mark VI armor, he landed rolled into a crouching position, his assault rifle aiming up on the incoming Banshee, possibly searching for survivors. "Good luck with that idea." The Chief said softly to himself.
The Banshee pulled into a hover and shot towards him, the Chief turned and ran. As a fully-loaded SPARTAN he could run at bursts of about 55 KPH, he took a quick assesment of his physical state. He could run at this speed for another 20 seconds most likely in his condition, he stole a look at his sensor and saw the 'Shee still on his tail. He reached at his belt and knew he only had one shot at this, he grabbed two plasma grenades. He ignited the grenades, skidded to a halt and thre the grenades up and thanked God as they stuck to the Banshee's fuselage. It exlpoded in a beautiful firewors of orange and blue and crashed to the ground, he stepped half-crouched to the fallen Banshee and the cockpit opened up.
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