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Death's Angels by Space_Moose
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Death's Angels: Chapter 1
Date: 19 June 2003, 12:03 AM
Lt. Jonothan A. Lewis was the field commander of the UNSC Delta Force, Group 5, 3rd Battalion, E Company, Fire Team Sierra.
The Best of the Best.
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Jon had to be the luckiest person in the Marine corps. He was the field commander of the finest men to ever to wear the Delta Force's hallowed seal, and in a few hours he would see the planet Earth for the first time, and he would fight for it.
Jon's men were suited up and ready to go. He picked up his specially tailored Battle Rifle and jammed in a clip. "Men, we are ready to leave." barked Jon. "Our mission on Earth is to relieve the Marine position in New Atlanta. The Covenant forces have taken the east and south sections of the city and are moving in to the west. The Marines still own the north section, and the western high ground. that is were we will be dropped."
"Ive uploaded grids of the city into your eyepeices, so navigating the city should not be hard. We will be dropped with
two warthogs, one with a vulcan cannon, and a new type that fires plasma, primarily used for taking out vehicles. After the Marines have been relieved, then comes the hard part. The Covenant have set up a HQ in the south section of the city. We will infiltrate these headquarters, find out what we can about the Covenant homeworld, And then blow the whole joint sky high. We must not be captured. If a Team member is captured or will be captured, it is your job to make sure this does not happen, by any means neccesary. Is that clear?
"CRYSTAL SIR!" yelled the Sarge. "All right ladies, you heard the man, pile in! "Sir yes Sir!" the Marines chorused as they piled into the dropship.
"Buckle your seatbelts!" yelled the pilot "Its gonna be a bumpy ride!" The Pelican shot off into the oblivion.
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"Man!, this musics like 500 years old or somethin, cant we listen to something else!?" yelled Cortez, the team sniper, and self-appointed king of cool. "Yeah, I mean, cant we listen to stuff from this century?" replied Henries, the strongest man on the team and the only one favoring the up close and personal Assault Rifle as "Sunday Bloody Sunday" blared on the ship's radio. "Shut up man! this old music is the BEST." mumbled Hix, Cortez's spotter. "Yeah shut up man!" yelled Nash, Hix's personal fanclub, amd wielder of two SMG's named lil Cruz and Hix Jr. The two other Marines, Dullard and Specter, were sleeping in the back of the dropship, Battle Rifles by their sides.
"LZ looks hot!" blared the voice of the Pelican pilot over the comm link. "Ya sure this is where ya wanna be dropped?" "Of course were sure! Now take us down before they take us out!"
"I see a clearing, im gonna put her down there."
"Go Go Go Marines!" The Marines piled out one by one, surveying the area."LZ secure!" screamed Specter. "Looks like we're in a field hospital. Jon looked around... there were several tents bearing the red cross and some doctors tending badly wounded men. "All right!" said Jon as he checked his eyepiece. "This way!"
The Marines followed Jon to a balcony, where they could see a battle raging below. Some Marines were pinned down on a lower balcony, and some more were taking cover behind some cars. Suddenly one of the cars exploded, sending two marines flying to their deaths. "All right Marines, lets relieve this position"
Cortez and Hix set up a position on the balcony overlooking the Covenant position. "There, that golden elite, right by the Mercedes." whispered Hix. "Range:" "300 yards" "Wind Speed:" "7 mph" "One shot, one kill" whispered Cortez as he squeezed the trigger.
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300 yards away Tuldeay the Elite's head exploded
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Meanwhile Jon was pretty tied up. He was taking cover by a smashed Pelican along with Dullard and the Sarge. other Marines and a Covenant squad was advancing fast. 3 Jackals, 1 Elite, and 5 grunts were advancing on his position. He activated his comm radio and signaled his Marines, "I'm in a pretty bad position right now and your gonna help. Henries! Nash! you lay down suppressive fire on this position!" He pinged the Covenant squad's current location on their eyepieces. "Open fire...Now!"
Henries and Nash let loose. So did Jon and Dullard. The Elite was caught off guard. He staggered backwards, surprised that these insolent creatures had shot him. He raised his plasma rifle at Nash's position and fired...or, he would have fired had not a chunk of his head been blown off, spilling brain matter onto a nearby Jackal's shield.
"That grunt looks pretty hot", thought Jon, "Let me ventilate his skull for him" He scoped in on the unsuspecting grunt and pulled the trigger "BANG!" 4 grunts. "BANG!" 3 grunts. One brave grunt raised a plasma grenade and began to throw it when his head dissapeared, thanks to one of the Sarge's well aimed shots. The plasma grenade landed on a Jackal, sending him pleaing to his brethren, eliminating all but one of them.
The last remaining Jackal turned to flee. Henries squeezed offa large burst and so did Nash. The unlucky covenant's chest exploded in a fountain of purple blood, spilling his intestines on to the pavement. The mortally wounded Jackal tripped. As he scrambled to get up Dullard tossed a frag in his direction 3...2...1...
"KABLOOIE!" the grenade exploded sending what was left of the Jackal flying into the stratosphere.
"Ahhhh" sighed the Sarge. "Its great to be home"
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Specter was in his own kind of trouble. Here he was, seperated from the rest of the Delta Force, perhaps the only people on the planet that could save him now, running low on ammunition, and was hopelessly outnumbered. He and some normal marines were on a balcony overlooking, some smaller buildings. On those buildings were a few Covenant snipers and shades. Some Banshees had been circling them for a while but hadnt been able to kill them due to the Marine's mounted machine gun.
Specter noticed some Covenant climbing into a strange looking new dropship (Phantom) as the Phantom started to come their way. "Man the gun!" yelled Specter. "There gonna drop Covies right on top of us if we dont shoot that thing down!" A Marine rushed to the gun and opened fire. The Phantom barely seemed to notice 50 cal. rounds and and kept coming. "Take that thing doen!" yelled Specter. Too late. The bay doors opened and about 20 Covenant spilled out of the Phantom. The Marines were outnumbered two to one. The man on the gun took down about three before he was removed by a sword toting Elite.
Specter grabbed his battle rifle and scoped in. He removed two Jackals of their heads before he was noticed by an Elite. The Elite brandished his energy sword and charged. BAM! BAM! BAM!
The Elite kept coming. BAM! BAM! he was weaker, but close, too close. The Elite sung his energy sword with all his might. Specter ducked just in time. The energy sword missed his head by only an inch. He was mad. Specter tackled the Elite, pinned him down with one hand, drew his pistol, and proceeded to put a little more lead in that particular Elite's diet.
To be continued...
Death's Angels: Chapter 2
Date: 22 June 2003, 2:40 AM
* Note to author of "On a Red Horse" *
I swear I did not copy your story. I got the idea for 500 year old music from the level 343 Guilty Spark. I use Delta Force because they are the best of the best, without being cyborgs or spartans. lil Cruz, the SMG, comes from a gangster movie i saw two weeks before i wrote Death's Angels. As for the main character being a commander, and the Delta Force seal, WHAT THE @#$%&!? ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
on to the story.
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BAM! BAM! The Elite staggered. BAM! BAM! BAM! Blood sprayed the walls. BAM! Thud. The Elite fell to the ground. "Follow me!" yelled a Marine from down the hallway. " I found a way out! " A way out. Specter had been trapped in this building for hours. If he stayed, he would almost certainly be killed. " "Cmon! before more Covenant find us"
As if to finalize the thought, a plasma grenade came soaring through the air and landed on the Marine's chest "OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD GET IT OFF ME!!!!"
Too late. The Marine exploded in a purple cloud, blowing a hole in the wall. Specter turned to see where the grenade came from. Two Special Ops Elites were standing at the other end of the hallway. They raised their guns.
It was over, the only way out was a ten story leap to the ground, and if he stayed the Elites would kill him anyway. He looked at the hole in the wall. "What the hell?" he thought. Specter sprinted to the opening. The Elites looked at Specter as if he was crazy, he would certainly die in the fall. One screamed not to let him get away, but it was already to late.
Specter leaped through the opening and saw the ground below. Time seemed to slow down. He opened his mouth to say "Holy Shit!" but no words came. Specter thought. " Maybe I wont die, I mean, this IS bio-enhancing armor" He thought. "I can run faster, jump higher, why couldn't I survive this?" Specter didn't have much time to think.
Specter fell onto the hard pavement and rolled. He rolled into a mud puddle. Face Down."Shit!" He said, half conciesly. "I'm lying in a pile of shit!" He rolled over and inspected himself, he didn't seem to be hurt bad, the bio-armor had really done it's work. He started to get up. "AGHH!" He felt a sharp pain in his left ankle. Sprained, maybe even broken. He wondered what to do. He was outside, in the middle of a warzone, in a mud puddle with a hurt ankle. Outside.
Before-In the building-he hadnt been able to call for extraction due to the structural interference. He flicked on his radio. "This is Corperal Jacob 'Specter' Jenkins. Do you read me Lightbringer?" "A voice crackled over the radio. "I read you Specter" It was Bill 'Lightbringer' Micheals, the squad's Pelican pilot, and the legendary Foehammer's ex-boyfriend. " This is Specter requesting extraction, I'm wounded." "What is your position?" Specter checked his eyepiece. "Right outside the Fox theater" "Negative! I cant pick you up there! To narrow to fly a Pelican! You need to get to Madison Street!" Lightbringer pinged a position. "Can you get to that position?" "Roger Lightbringer! I'll talk to you when i get there!"
Specter grabbed a medkit from his backpack and injected medicine into his ankle. It would let him him walk, but if it wore off the pain would be so intense Specter doubted if he could move. He stood up. There were small skirmishes everywhere. Marines were taking cover everywhere fighting off small groups of Covenant. He saw an elite being removed of it's head and two ghosts speeding down the alleyway. Two Ghosts. Right. At. Him.
Specter ran. He ran like he had never run before. He looked and saw two Marines throwing open a garage door. That's where he would take cover. Specter nearly wet himself as two plasma bolts came flying over his shoulder. Twenty Meters to the garage. more plasma bolts came hurdling from behind, missing Specter by a hair. 10 meters, 9 meters, they were shutting the door. "Nooooo! wait for me!" He wasn't going to make it. "Noooo!" Specter dove , hit the grund and rolled under the shutting door.
He paused to catch his breath, then looked around the room. It was a garage for military vehicles, all kinds. He saw scorpion tanks, warthogs, camo hogs, snow hogs,and troop transport hogs. but he found a vehicle that caught his attention. In the back were four helicopters. They looked like the almost-ancient comanche, but were the modern top of the line. They could fly at the speed of sound, and carried up to 100 missiles and/or bombs at a time. They had highly advanced navigation systems, and had better handling than a longsword. He didn't notice the two Marines in the corner.
"Nice birds, eh? "said one, obviously from Canada. "Mines the one on the right" said the other, a tall black man. "She's faster than the rest." "Nah, he's just crazy, eh?" said the Canadian to Specter. "Well, now the we got a Corporal i guess we can take em up" said the black one. "How could you tell i was a Corporal, and why do you need me?" asked Specter, astonished. The Canadian motioned toward Specter's arm, to a patch that read. "UNSC MARINE CORPS CORPORAL" "These birds have retinal scanners on the doors, and you need to at least be a Corporal to get past one." "Well, get to work!"
After Specter had unlocked the cockpits, the black man pushed a button, and the roof unfolded. The three climbed into the copters. "Allright!" said the black man. "Whats your name Corporal?" "Specter" replied Specter. "Okay, Specter, you know how to fly these things?" "No, but I'm learning!" yelled Specter as he flew off at 700 miles per hour. "Damn kid! He's gonna get himself killed!" said the black man over the radio. "Yeah!" replied the Canadian "And I'm goin with him eh?!"
Flying the copter wasn't that hard. There was a joystick for steering, pedals for yaw, and a big red button to ignite the jet engines. "Just in case I run into Covenant" Specter flipped the Master Arms switch to Armed. A female automated voice came over the loudspeaker. "Covenant Banshees approaching, move to engage?" "Yes" said Specter. "Lets see what this baby can do. The two Banshees saw Specter before he saw them. A green blast of plasma exploded ten feet from the copter, shacking it considerably. "Shit!" yelled Specter as he flew to avoid another blast. "Command Invalid" said the voice. "Ok, uh...Fire Hellspawn missiles!" Three small rockets shot out from under the stubby wings. The heat-seeking missiles homed in on the unlucky Banshees, destroying one and crippling another.
But something went wrong. The copter started to spin. "Tail rotor malfunction" announced the voice. "Please wait and enjoy a word from our sponsers." A soda ad came on. "Then another voice came over the speaker. Altitude, Altitude, Altitude. "Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit!" yelled as the copter spiraled out of control. A building came up out of the fog. Closer and closer it came. The copter slammed into the side of the building. The female voice came on agin "Main rotor is offline, please remain in your seats" The copter continued its fall downward.
Specter knew it was the end. He was actually going to die. He looked down at the street below, he would be part of it in ten seconds. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. The copter slammed into the pavement going 150 mph. Sparks were everywhere. Everyone watched with awe as the downed bird flew across the street. A couple unlucky Covenant were even flattened by the large craft. The copter finally skidded to a stop at an intersection. Specter was losing conciusness rapidly. He noticed a street sign. Madison Street. Then he remembered. He flicked on the radio with a feeble hand. "Lightbringer, this is Specter. I've reached the extraction point. you can come get me now" Then all went dark.
Specter woke an hour later in a field hospital, wondering what the hell had happened to him.
To be continued...
P.S. Sorry about only focusing on one character this time, next time will be different! (and longer!)
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