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Halo: The Aftermath Pt. 5/5
Posted By: Matthew Buzas<msazub@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 5 March 2004, 4:39 AM
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Master Chief looked over at the other marines sleeping. They seemed so relaxed, regardless of what happened. He was pretty tired as well, as his eyes fell heavy on his face. But he needed to stay awake, in case of the inevitable. The pilot, Jason McKay, said that they would reach the base in 5 minutes. 5 minutes, he thought. Only 5 more minutes to stay awake. Those minutes went by quickly. The high tower of the base, erected for their radio signal for the marine's COM, quickly came into view. Chief sighed very deeply. At least I can get some rest and relaxation. The first thing that popped up into mind was to get the wounded into the hospital, although that was a long drive away. The base was separated from the hospital by 3/5 of a mile. That would take twenty minutes. Well, I better get that done first. It can save a lot, instead of waiting and making the wounded not get a chance, he thought.
As soon as they touched down, three warthogs approached them. MC took out his battle rifle, pistol in hip holster, just in case this was an ambush. It wasn't.
"Marines, we need to evacuate the wounded. They may die if we don't get them to the hospital in time." Chief said.
"Yes Sir! We understand the situation sir. I'll share a hog with a few marines to save you some room," said a marine.
"Thanks, soldier," MC responded.
He quickly and carefully loaded up the wounded marines, including Brock, whose leg was severed off by the Phantom's plasma blast earlier; & Tommy, James, & Mark, who were wounded by the Brute's weapon earlier. 15 minutes later, he took them inside the ER. Brock would need a new leg. Tommy & James both had severe chest wounds, which needed surgery to get the bullets out and stop internal bleeding. Mark just went in for check-ups, and received a new inhaler, since he was an asthmatic. Good, though John. I could use some more backup.
"Chief, there is a covenant drop-ship in-bound, ETA is five minutes. Stock up on ammo and get ready." Cortana said.
"Roger that. Marines, load up! Incoming covenant in five, I repeat, five minutes."
"Yes Sir!" they all replied. They all followed the chief to the ammo base, just down the road. It took them 45 seconds to get there, 2 minutes to load up, and 30 seconds to get back. They still had 1 minute and 45 seconds left. Chief grabbed a pair of SMG's, equipped with silencers, a battle rifle, equipped with a silencer, and 8 fragmentation grenades. He also brought the pistol with bullets the size of his thumb. A few marines had shotguns, one had a SPNKR, and one had the battle rifle.
"45 seconds left, John. Get ready." Cortana retorted.
"Roger that. Marines, get to the top of the base. Sprint there, to save time. That way you can set up and have high ground," the chief said.
"Roger that Chief," said a marine.
As soon as they got there, there was 10 seconds left. MC found a room, and knocked out a window to see the enemy. Luckily they didn't hear the glass breaking. He laid down on a bunk to get a better area. He turned out the lights, so no one can see him. The first covenant to drop out was a brute. The marines fired to get his attention. John drew his pistol out, and, as soon as the brute backed up to the wall, the chief point blanked him 3 times to take down the beast. Then came out 4 elites, 2 with swords, and one with a shield & a sword, a camouflaged one 15 grunts, 5 jackals, and a new covenant specie that John has never seen before. The battle torn SPARTAN took out his SMG's to take out the grunts. One by one, they fell to the ground. He carefully took head shots to avoid being found, and conserve ammo. The grunts were the easiest ones to go, except for the Spec. Ops Grunts he found on the Pillar of Autumn when he escaped off of Halo. Then came the jackals. He pointed his pistol at the heads, blowing the brains out. The elites came next. A couple of marines had already taken out the hard one, the one with the shield and sword. The remaining ones were the ones with the swords. He took one's shields out with the SMG's, then finished it off with a shot straight through the jugular. Blood spat everywhere. The next one died because five minutes ago, a marine jumped off the building of the base, sneaking up on the elite, and point-blanking him to death. One elite remained. Somehow, it found a way into the room. One marine saw it, fired a rocket through the window, and waited. John heard the "WHISH!" of the rocket, rolled to the wall, and saw the rocket explode on impact, hitting the elite dead on, on the chest of the elite, blowing guts, blood, and limbs everywhere.
"Marines, hold your position. I will check the area for more covenant," the chief said.
"Roger that. Holding position," a marine responded.
John scoured the area, and found no covenant. The drop-ship left a while ago.
"All clear. Regroup. Any wounded or dead?" John asked.
"Negative sir. We are coming back now. ETA is 36 seconds," a marine responded.
A drop-ship appeared, requiring to take everyone back to Alpha Base, located 900 KM away.
"Everyone boarded? We are now leaving, destination Alpha Base. ETA is 5 hours," said the pilot.
"Roger that," John said. Now, there will be no covenant in my way. If there is, they won't be anymore. He thought.
THE END
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