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Colossus Ch.4
Posted By: S7NN3R<xhalcyon713x@yahoo.com>
Date: 20 February 2006, 6:57 pm
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Chapter 4
Sergeant Damien Winters screamed as he emptied the last rounds of his Battle Rifle into charging Elite. The Elite crashed into the steel floor, a yard away from the sergeant, its energy sword useless. Smoke filled the hallway and scorch marks lined the hall.
Corporal Lang had died from a plasma grenade, his body a distorted tattered mess of blood and gore. The bloody battle in the hallway that ran from the west side of Colossus HQ and the command center had raged for nearly five minutes. The small squad of the Sergeant, Major Fitzgerald, PFC Norris, and Corporal Lang had encountered heavy resistance while en route to the command center.
"This way to the command center, son," the Major said. He turned a corner and ran down the hallway. A white armored Grunt turned the corner, and squealed in surprise. The Major lifted his shotgun with one arm and fired it. The wide spread of shells smashed into the Grunt, and it toppled over.
An Elite turned the corner and sighted it's Carbine onto the Major. Major Fitzgerald fired another shot from his shotgun and the Elite's shields collapsed. The Major, in an act of bravado, punched the Elite across the jaw with his other arm. The Elite simply shrugged off the punch, and back handed the Major, who tumbled head over heels down the hall.
The Major rolled with the blow, discarding the shotgun and pulling out an M6 pistol. He somersaulted and brought up the pistol and fired. The pistol bucked in his hands three times, and the Elite fell to the ground.
Sergeant Winters ran to the Major's side.
"You alright, sir?" he asked.
"I'm fine, sergeant, just fine," he pushed himself to his feet and grabbed his shotgun. "Now let's get going. Sergeant, you've got point," the Major said.
"Yes sir!" Winters replied. He slung his battle rifle over his shoulder and picked up the shotgun that Corporal Norris had dropped. He ran ahead of the Major and turned the corner. Down the hall was a Grunt sitting behind a plasma turret. The sergeant threw himself behind the wall as superheated plasma rained down the hallway. Winters pulled a grenade from his bandolier, primed it, and hurled it at the wall. It bounced off the wall and down the hallway. A second later, there was an explosion and the plasma fire ceased.
Sergeant Winters peeked his gun around the corner first, then stuck his head out to see if there was any fire. When none came, he looked and saw that the plasma turret had been destroyed. He waved the two other men forward, and they double-timed it down the hallway.
The group came to a stop at a solid steel doorway at the end of the hall.
"The control room," the Major muttered.
"Motion tracker is picking up FOF tags on the other side, sir," Winters muttered. He took up a position by the door controls. Private Norris took the other side of the door, and the Major stood with his shotgun leveled. He nodded at the sergeant, who hit the door open command.
There was a whir and a clacking as the doors opened. The sergeant and the private swung around, Winters high, Norris low, guns leveled. There was another clacking sound and instantly six magnums were leveled at the Marines. There were two Navy personnel and a marine captain in the room, each dual wielding magnums.
Each man lowered their weapons slowly and smiled.
The marine captain approached Major Fitzgerald. "Good to see you sir, it's a real mess down here."
Winters looked around. There was blood smeared all over the instruments panels. There were two piles of bodies in the room, a pile of Covenant dead containing Elites, Jackals, Grunts, and a pair of Brutes were stacked in a bloody pile four feet high in a corner. There were eight Marine and Navy casualties laying motionless under tarps in a row.
Blood, both Covenant and Human, covered the walls, floors, instruments panels, and even the ceiling of the room. Dismembered Covenant body parts were still on the floor, and there was a fresh trail of blood that streaked across the entire floor. Bullet holes and plasma burns covered the entire room. The smell of gunpowder and o-zone was acrid and all consuming. A pair of human legs in fatigues were lying on the floor by the Covenant body pile.
One of the Naval personnel, an ensign, by the look, had a bloody bandage around his entire left arm. He coughed blood, which spattered across the already gory floor. The gratuitous sight made Winters visibly flinch.
"Damn good to see you, Zadeka. How long have you been here?"
"Since the first word of invasion. The bastards dropped in at 0600, and we've been here since 0630, when there was a report of intruders."
"Damn good work, marine. Damn good. Sorry about your buddies."
Captain Zadeka was a tough as nails Marine. But the mention of his lost commarades made even this iron-hard Marine uneasy. Very subtle things that Winters picked up on. A slight narrowing of the captain's green eyes, a clinching of his stalwart jaw, a furrowing of the brow.
"They were good men, sir," the captain said. He removed his helmet and ran his hand over his cleanly shaven head. There was another whir and a clacking, and the doors at the other end of the room opened, and a trio of black armored commando Elite's burst into the room. Their leader carried a sword, and the other two had modified Carbines.
The two carbiners fired rapidly, killing PFC Norris and the injured Naval personnel quickly. Major Fitzgerald fired his shotgun directly at one of the carbiner's head, killing him instantly. Captain Zadeka, Sergeant Fitzgerald, and the other Navy man fired at the second carbineer, dual magnums and Battle Rifle pounding away at his shields. The Elite's shields collapsed, and a pair of magnum rounds put it down.
The Elite with the energy sword took a mighty step forward, swinging his energy sword in a broad horizontal ark, decapitating Major Fitzgerald's head from his shoulders/
The Major's body collapsed to the ground, and the Elite rounded. Blood ran down its shimmering shields. It warbled and smiled, then charged at the Sergeant.
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