Diary of the 802's Airbornes Part 1
Posted By: OdDbalL<Fwooperboy@hotmail.com>
Date: 23 May 2006, 4:56 am
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CAMP A-O8:
Sergeant Sergio, Grunt training
Helljumpers squad 802: Airbornes
As sergeant Sergio strolled from his warthog to check on the progress of his men. He had asigned them to dig a trench in order to test their sense of cover, as in live fire combat, cover is important.
One to complain was private Buck, a grunt with an attitude.
"Sarge, why do you always give us the shitty jobs?" he moaned pathetically, sweat pouring off his brow. Sergio shook his head.
"You grunts need to be taught a lesson or two before the Corps will even ACCEPT you as soldiers!" he said. Private Tallos, a young woman who packed more than a gun (in the sarges perception) was about to argue when a defeaning siren interuppted.
"Damn it, you guys were so close!" moaned private Dickens, a lazy man with a bad mouth. He was leaning down into the trench watching the progress of the squad.
These troopers and their sergeant were part of the selective traing for the elite squad of Helljumpers, 802 or better known as Airbornes. To get in you had to have an unbdying love for the corps and in times like this with the covenant wars, it wasn't easy.
This siren meant something bad...it always did. When straggling covenant forces had boarded a frigate hanging near some fairly near planet the 802's had been sent in and that siren had gone off. It had been a messy affair, but the Airbornes were considered efficient, reliable and damn good to boot.
The Airbornes lined up and Sergio explained the situation.
"We just got a transmission from deep space that the alien artifact, the one they call Halo has been destroyed. We then got a trasnsmission that the covenant armada was running riot and looking to launch a counter attack. Lord Hood, your C&C has requested the backup of the Airbornes. So how about it?" he asked. The squad was silent.
It obviously going into deep space and the squad didn't like deep space. However, they were silent, not complaining so Sergio decided to push forward his point.
"Do you want another chance at kicking those pansy-assed alien scum bags in the butt again?" he screamed. The 802's had heard this before and always liked to hear it.
"Sir yes sir!" they replied in unison.
"Ok then, we're going out there and we're settling the score!" he turned to the three recruits.
"Alright, just follow me into the space training area, if you're going into deep space I don't want you puking everywhere, got it?" he asked. The grunts remained silent and followed Sergio. They were directed to a series of rooms and took a series of tests, mainly bobbing about at Zero G or going round and round in a small cart. After that they had some papers stamped and deemed 'good to go' and sent off with the other Helljumpers.
The next day the squad arose at three o'clock in the morning. They were loaded into a light cargo carrier named 'the Partician' and soon they were on their way to deep space. Buck found the cargo noisy and smelly. It was filled with nervous looking marines and naval officers. They all parted as soon as the Aribornes came into view. Buck liked his new armor, glinting under the electronic light, black like a beetles back and much tougher than the standard issue Kevlar. Buck felt so good he even bought his hated enemy Dickens lunch and the three recruits ate in the mess hall, spilling with soldiers.
Some time into the journey the ship came out of Slip space to contact a supply ship heading away from the space stations. They were forced to link in order to exchange things as the supplies had been cut by a roaming covenant hunter ship fleet. The ship had escaped Halo before the explosion, luckily with no flood creatures on board. Sergio ordered his Helljumpers to bring the supply crates through.
The supply ship was full of soldiers, wounded in every manner.
Buck had only ever seen combat on earth and had never seen the harm caused by an elites plasma blade. There were literally men cut in two. There were soldiers without limbs. One soldier had had his face burned away by plasma. Another was covered in deep bleeding holes caused by a needle weapon. There were troops with no eyes, or mouths or jaws, with bone and mangled flesh sticking from underneath bandages. There was a former POW who had had her breasts cut off. Buck looked away and dropped the crate he was carrying.
In that harmful second he had lost his appetite for war.
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