Blood Red Squad by Cpl Locklear
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Blood Red Squad
Date: 23 October 2005, 12:49 pm
I, Nikolai Crushtov, am the last descendent of Vladimir Paulovich Suslov, the general of the Red Army between 1963-1978. I was brought up on Sigma Octanus IV. At my school I was easily the smartest and strongest out of the all the kids in my school. Thus, I avoided being bullied by bulling relentlessly.
Now I am in charge of the most elite mercenary squad in the galaxy group who could easily rival the ODST's. We worked for the Rebels on a couple of occasions and I am proud to say we slaughtered a few hundred marines.
But now, the rebels have been fighting with the UNSC as to in a hopeless battle against the covenant. We decided that the only way of not starving now was to join the UNSC (for a hefty fee of course!).
I command just 3 men. But I am extremely proud to say every one of those men is an excellent sniper. Vladimir Alexandrov is my second in command and he can turn a pair of completely demoralized cowards into brave soldiers who will fight to the last.
Georgi Polshkov is an excellent and would probably beat those ONI guys in a math quiz any day of the week.
Finally Ivan Sashrov could take apart and put back together a UNSC assault rifle in less than a minute. I had personally asked him to put in a short sword on the front of my rifle (similar to those in WW1)
Our fist mission for the UNSC was easy. Weaken the enemy's defense as much as possible and then give the signal for a group of ODST's to drop in and destroy all enemies while we provide cover for them.
Now we were in our quarters getting changed and armed. I as usual would take a Russian SV-98 with a 40x scope (standard issue in my squad).
We stepped into the Pelican.
From the Pelican I could see the whole battlefield through my scope.
"Put us down near those trees!" I shouted to the pilot over the noise of the engines.
We landed soon after and we got out our "Wolf" dirt bikes
" Polshkov get over to that hill, Alexandrov get over by those trees and Sashrov get to that cliff. I'm going to be on that side of the forest. Once you get to your targets set up com over a secure channel." I said to my squad in Russian.
I got to my position and set up my camo-tent and lay beneath it. "Take your targets." I muttered over the COM in Russian "And; fire!"
Four gunshots went off in unison and four gunners fell out of their seats at the same time. Then I signaled for the ODST's to get down here and take the rest of them out.
"Shoot the jackals" I told the rest of my squad over the com. Blue shields started dropping to the ground rapidly afterwards.
Suddenly the ground shuddered and an ODST in full armor stepped out. I saw his name on his armor "Sgt Locklear" it read he had a distinctive Blue stripe across his chest.
In about two minutes thirty ODST's were in battle with enemy they were ridiculously outnumbered but fought exceptionally well. I saw the blue stripe and behind it a shield and a plasma pistol. Sgt. Locklear turned round. The plasma was glowing green. Pulled the trigger and the plasma fired aimlessly in the air.
Suddenly I heard crunching of sticks behind me I turned onto my back and there was a stabbing pain in my lower torso. I looked straight up into the face of an elite. Its energy sword coming out slowly out of my torso. I played dead for a second or so then rolled backwards got up and ran at the elite. It swung its sword across. I ducked then stabbed its left upper chest. The elite fell, purple blood al over its armor. I picked up its sword, turned it off and put it into one of my side pockets. I opened a COM channel and muttered as my legs got weaker, "need assistan- and fell next to my opponent. Everything went black.
I woke up in a bed in what seemed to be the medical wing of the Iroquois. I looked down at my liver, which was covered in stitches. My squad was around my bed.
"He's awake!!" Sashrov shouted in Russian.
" Here take this" Polskov handed me a bottle of vodka and a glass.
To my annoyance the nurse immediately came over and snatched it from my hand.
To be continued…
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