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Colossus Ch. 2
Posted By: S7NN3R<xhalcyon713x@yahoo.com>
Date: 3 February 2006, 1:24 am


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Chapter 2


      As the snow fell over the barren wastes of Colossus, larger, darker particles began to appear as well. Covenant Phantoms and drop-pods fell rapidly through the freezing air.
      The pods slammed into the sides of buildings and into the frozen tundra of Colossus. Elites burst from their pods and stormed the city, driving like an iron spear towards the very heart of the human city. As they captured ground, they brought in armored reinforcements from the drop-ships.
      At the center of the city of Leviathan was the planets HQ. There were more than three battalions of men stationed at the headquarters. It contained the main satellite dish, the anti-air batteries, and the air-docks for Pelicans transports and Longsword fighters.
      The air defense batteries at the HQ opened up on the enemy drop-ships as soon as they came in range. The powerful 50mm 65mm cannons blew ragged holes out of the incoming drop-ships, but it was to no avail. A wave of alien metal blocked out the sky. The alien forces drove deeper and deeper into the city behind an armored spear-head of tanks and heavy infantry. They drove straight towards the Colossus HQ, and it was here that the human defenders put up their toughest resistance. Wave after wave of the alien foes broke against the stonewall defense the humans threw up.
      Flesh, metal, and courage met plasma and blind hate at the front defenses of the HQ. Here the fighting was at its thickest, and often resulted in hand to hand combat. Periodically, the Covenant wave against the facility seemed to break off, and a dull lull in the combat could be found. Here we come upon Sergeant Damien Winters as he relishes the break in the hellish combat that had been dragging on for more than an hour.
      The sergeant removed him helmet and let it fall from his hand. The helmet hit the floor with a metallic clang. He ejected the nearly spent clip from his battle-rifle and slapped a new one into place. He took a one of his strike-anywhere matches from his front pocket and hit it against the rampart. It sparked in his hands and he put it in his mouth. Warm relief spread over his face.
      Raymond, the squad's radio-man, spoke: "Incoming!" He shouted. "More Covenant coming in from over on Belmont Street. They've got Wraiths!"
      Winters inhaled deeply, removed the cigarette, tossing it away with the flick of a wrist, and exhaled through his nostrils. He sighted the battle-rifle over the concrete barrier in front of him, and waited for the enemies to appear. He wasn't prepared for a Wraith to first round the corner.
      Someone bellowed for the rocket-jockeys to sight and fire on the Wraith. Three rockets tracked and sped towards the oncoming armored behemoth. The Wraith exploded outwards in a fiery flower and crashed into the ground amongst the other corpses and charred vehicle remains. A Phantom drop-ship, flying close to the ground, appeared over the Wraith's remains and dropped it's troops at the foot of the barricade. A 65mm auto cannon shell slammed into the ship. Its shields flickered and failed, and then a second round slammed into its prow. The Phantom listed to the right and crashed sideways into a building. A cheer went up as it's smoldering remains fell to the earth.
      Meanwhile, the Covenant forces had been advancing under the distraction of their drop-ship. They were nearly at the foot of the barricade. Sergeant Winters leaned over the barricade and fired a trio of rounds into a Grunt's head. The Sergeant turned and fired into an advancing veteran Elite even before the Grunt's body hit the ground. The Elite fell under the combined fire of three battle-rifles.
      Another Elite, this one a gold armored commander, through a glistening plastisene rope up onto the barricade and climbed over. The alien whipped it's energy sword, cleanly bisecting a Marine in half and neatly cutting his battle-rifle in two. The Marines gave the alien leader a wide berth, firing even as they fell back. A stocky, young Private, with curly red hair and bright, emerald eyes charged at the Elite with a shotgun. He yelled deeply, and fired a round directly at the Elite. The rounds bounced off the powerful energy shielding, and the alien cut him in half at the hips. The yell was still leaving the young private's throat, even as his torso landed atop a pile of his own innards, and his legs fell backwards.
      Such a waste. Damien thought as he fired at the Elite's head. The sergeant had faced Elites before, but not one of this caliber. Round after round bounced harmlessly off of the Elite's shield. The alien turned it's attention to Damien and charged. The sergeant back-peddled, emptying his clip into the Elite. The Elite's shields collapsed, but it didn't go down. Damien tripped over something and fell down onto his back, certain that death was soon to arrive. The Elite stood over him, energy sword high in the air. A bullet hole appeared in the dead center of its elongated forehead, and it collapsed onto Damien, knocking the breath out of him with its considerable weight. The energy sword landed in the ground, not a foot away from his head.
      The sergeant struggled and threw the dead Elite off of him. A hand appeared and he grabbed it. He was pulled to his feet and looked dead in the eyes of Corporal McPherson.
      "Thanks, Corporal," Damien said.
      "No problem, Sarge," McPherson said with a smile. He handed him a cigarette. "Come on, we got more Covenant to kill."
      Winters was about to take the cigarette, when a lance of energy pierced through McPherson's head, and he toppled over, the smile still on his face.
      Winters threw himself onto the ground, and came eye to eye with the dead face of the corporal. He bellowed: "Snipers!"





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