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My life as a Marine: Michael A. Mendez
Posted By: Danny
Date: 11 July 2004, 4:19 PM
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Chapter one:
Fallen'
The grassy plains had an extreme smell of burning grass and metal. Four Warthogs left the battle site; one of them had significant damage to the engine. At times it would stall, spin out of control, or just not stop at all. A war had just happed and there was a lot of destruction. Smoke and heat smothered plant life about fifteen yards from the battle field. You could see the smoke from over a mile away. There were plenty of casualties both Covenant and UNSC Forces in that battle. Tanks and Warthogs looked like someone picked them up, and smashed them to the ground. Dead bodies were lying on the ground every where. And fifty foot deep divots were embedded into the ground from vehicular explosions, grenades, and missiles from tanks and/or aerial attacks. Covenant vehicles were completely totaled and some of the Banshees had crashed into cliff sides.
The Warthogs were on their way to the UNSC base code named 'Fallen'. The damaged Warthog stalled, and the other three continued to the Base. Their was three men on that Warthog, one was severely injured, and the other two weren't injured at all. Their names are: Martin, Joe, and Mendez. Mendez was driving the damaged Warthog, so he tried to start the engine. He turned the key, but it didn't start. He tried again, but it still didn't start. Mendez wasn't getting very happy, he was madder the he ever was before. "Hold on Joe, stay with me!" Yelled Mendez. He turned the key again, it started, and they were off. Mendez put the peddle to the metal; he could hear that the engine was struggling and was going to stall at any moment. The Warthog was going over ninety miles per hour, and zooming over grassy plains, and sandy deserts. They were sixteen minutes away from the Base and Mendez knew that the Warthog was not going to make it. The engine was starting to smoke, and it was starting to heat up and grind on other parts of itself.
Out of know where, two banshee started to attack. "Oh crap!" Screamed Martin as he mounted the chain gun. He started to fire; the bullets were so slow that it was easy for the Banshees to dodge. Both of the Banshees started to shoot their plasma fire hitting the Warthog. Four of the shots hit Martin, he held back the pain so the other two don't get more worried then they already are. The banshees got closer to the Warthog so their shots would be more accurate. But it also made the chain guns bullets more accurate. Martin pulled the trigger sending hundreds of bullets at a banshee. The bullets were tearing the banshee into hundreds of pieces. It then exploded in air severely injuring the Elite that was piloting it. The drop from where the Elite is and the ground was almost one hundred feet. So it probably died, and if it didn't, it would eventually die from its injuries. Only one Banshee left, he pulled the trigger sending hundreds more bullets at other Banshee tearing it into hundreds of pieces. But this time the explosion killed the Elite.
They were getting closer to Base; they were about six minutes away. But the Warthog didn't agree with the distance. "Come on Warthog, stay with me!" Yelled Mendez. Joe looked at Mendez, with a look of 'what about me?' On his face. "You stay with too." Said Mendez in a somewhat nervous tone. "Crap! I forgot about this hill!" Said Mendez. They approached a fifty degree angled hill, and stopped.
"Well, over the hill is the Base. So I guess we'll have to try to make it over." Said Mendez. He put the petal to the metal and the Warthog started up the hill. About half way up, the Warthog stalled and Mendez put on the E-Brake. He didn't want to have to drive the Warthog back up the hill. The brakes must have been damaged in the battle too because the vehicle was slowly rolling backwards. Mendez turned the key, but nothing happened. The engine didn't even try to turn. "What the h..." Suddenly, the engine of the Warthog exploded, sending the vehicle tumbling down the hill.
After a couple of moments the Warthog finally came to a stop at the bottom of the hill. Martin was thrown from the vehicle and Joe's leg was pinned under the Warthog. Mendez had fallen out of the Warthog when the engine first exploded. He rolled to the bottom of the hill and was knocked out cold. Mendez had torn the skin of his forehead and was bleeding really bad. The roll down the hill had torn most of his armor off too.
Martin got up; the explosion blew some of his armor off and burned most his of his skin. He also had a broken right arm. He looked at the Warthog, and saw Joe pinned underneath it. He walked up to the vehicle and tried to flip it over. It was really hard to flip a one-thousand pound vehicle with your left arm only.
"Aaahhhh!" Screamed Joe as the Warthog inched off the ground. "Oh my... Oh God! That freaking hurts!" screamed Joe, the Warthog was getting higher off his leg. Mendez heard the scream and ran to the Warthog, tripping and stumbling over his feet.
"Gaahhh! Mendez! I need your help!" Screamed Martin trying to keep the Warthog off the ground. Mendez got to the Warthog and flipped it over so that Joe could get out. "Hold the warthog up, and pull Joe out!" Said Martin as he let go of the Warthog. Mendez was having a hard time holding up the Warthog, and his arms were about give out and he would drop the vehicle. Martin pulled Joe out of underneath of the Warthog and Mendez dropped what was left of the Warthog. Joe's leg was bleeding and there was no doubt that it wasn't broken. "Oh crap... For crying' out loud! My freaking leg is killing me!" Yelled Joe, he was holding his leg, trying to stop the bleeding.
"We should get going! Only God knows how many Covenant heard that explosion! Mendez, you need to carry Joe, I would but my arm is broken and I can't carry anything." Said Martin, holding his arm. "Okay, I'll carry him." Replied Mendez. Mendez bent down and put Joe on his shoulders, and they started up the hill. They finally got to the top of the hill, and looked down. The base was heavily guarded and completely amazing! "Wow, they have changed the base sense the last time I've seen it!" said Mendez amazed. "Your right, it has." Replied Martin. "Cool, it has. Can we please get going! I'm going to die here!" Barked Joe. "All right, let's go!" Replied Mendez. They ran to the base.
Once they got up to the base, a couple of Marines were guarding it. One of the Marines put his Assault Rifle into Mendez's face and said, "Halt! Who goes there?!" "Michael A, Mendez, we're from the base South, South, East of this one, Sir. Its Code name is: Death Tree. Covenant Infantry and Assault vehicles were destroying the base. Captain, Harrison ordered all Infantry to lead the Covenant away from it! Unfortunately by the time that everyone left the base, it was completely demolished. But even at that we still led them away from the base, although the base was already destroyed. We killed all the Covenant, and totaled all the vehicles. Only us, and three other Warthogs full of Marines made it. By the way, did three Warthogs arrive at all today?" The Marine lowered his weapon and then responded, "No. No Warthogs have arrived. Sorry." Right when he said that, three Warthogs came over the hill. "Well I guess they made it after all." Said Mendez in relief. The Warthogs pulled into the repair shop for a repair.
(To be Continued)...
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