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Civilian Assault, pt. One- The Beginning
Posted By: ONI_operative_343<zattack89@aol.com>
Date: 14 February 2004, 9:01 PM
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year: 2553, exact day/time: unknown
The Longsword bomber raced over top of Jon's hiding place in the abandoned apartment complex, drowning out the weapons fire in the streets below. He stole a glance out the window and saw that there were two of them, and they had just dropped some kind of missiles at the alien's cannon tower. Forgetting that a Covenant sniper could take him out at any time, Jon stared at the tower and the shielded his eyes as it went up in a massive explosion of fire and plasma. Once the bombers raced off, Jon began to notice the rifle and plasma fire on the streets below once again. He glanced at the alien to the far right of his view just in time to see it's head get smashed in by another alien. Wait, that wasn't an alien, he thought... its... A SPARTAN! Jon had heard the rumors, everyone had. He didn't know much about the chief, except he was kicking some major ass down there. He had to stop himself from calling out to him, in case he drew the enemies' fire towards his position. After a few more seconds the aliens were slaughtered by the chief and a bunch of soldiers, ODST's, in black armor. Jon thought they looked similar to the green Spartan out in front. Then he noticed a small group of regular soldiers up on the patio that had once been an outdoor food court area. They were all clustered around something, probably a dead alien, thought Jon. He turned back towards the room he was hiding in, his old apartment. He grabbed his backpack and dumped his college textbooks on the floor. Hey, I might get outta payin back the loan he thought grimly. He proceeded towards his dresser, and began loading the backpack with extra clothes. Two pairs of jeans, a few t-shirts, as many pairs of socks as he could find, and some un-matched ones, too. Next, the closet: one pair of work boots that didn't fit he tossed, but he grabbed a long sleeve shirt and a hoody. Right before he shut the doors Jon noticed his gym bag: water bottle, sweats, and his running shoes. He grabbed that too. On his way past the bathroom he tossed his toothbrush and deodorant into the gym bag also. He crossed the hall into the dinning/kitchen area, grabbed the flashlight that was charging in the electrical outlet, and began to raid the pantry. All Jon found were a few candy and granola bars, a bag of chips, and some warm, un-opened soda cans. The fridge was even worse; a few cans of beer (he passed on those, thought he better keep his senses up), some cold pizza, which he took a minute to eat, and some milk, along with other worthless items of food he couldn't take. After he finished the pizza he stood up and piled the meager food items into his now stuffed backpack. After taking one last look around his apartment, he grabbed a key, like I'll need it, he thought, opened his door, and stepped into the darkened hallway.
Sergeant Banks doubled over as soon as he handed the MC his weapons. The plasma had burned through the sides of his armor, tearing and burning his flesh, too. He knew a guy that had taken a shot to the stomach a few years back, before the damned aliens showed up, and he was imaging that this was what it felt like. The gunfire was slowly drifting away, followed by the occasional explosion. His vision was blurred, but Banks could see a group of Marines standing over him, shouting something. One man tried to life him, as he felt his arms hoist him up from his armpits, he knew he wasn't going to make it. Very slowly, the light slipped from his vision, like someone shutting the door to block out the sunlight from the world beyond...
"Shit! Rifle's jammed!" Pvt. Stewart flung his rifle towards the ground.
"C'mon damnit! Why won't you DIE?!" Shouted the Marine to his left, a man who wasn't in his company. Stewart thought his name was Wright, but he wasn't sure. Wright was trying to lodge a shot in the Jackal in front of his position, but kept hitting the creature's shield. Stewart unlatched the M6D in his sidearm holder and opened fire on the Jackal, flanking it. Distracted, the Jackal tried to turn but was taken down. Hearing more aliens approach, Stewart slammed the last two bullet's into the alien's dead carcass, loaded a fresh clip, and opened fire on the Grunt that was advancing around the corner. One shot landed in the alien's arm, causing it to drop the grenade it was about to throw. A second shot miss the alien's throat by a few centimeters, hit the hose that ran from it's breather to the methane tank on it's back, and ruptured the hose. The alien lurched to the side, paused for a second, then was ripped to shreds and practically vaporized as the grenade went of under it's feet. A dead Jackal flew over the low wall the Grunt had come from, and landed with a thud and splash of purple blood next to Wright, spraying him.
"Ahh hell," he said, "there's gotta be more of 'em!"
Sure enough, a group of five Grunts turned the corner at once, followed closely by two Jackals. Stewart pulled the pin on his last frag, and let it fly as Wright opened fire with his Battle Rifle. Two Grunts dove behind the Jackal's shields. The explosion detonated, taking out the three orange Grunts out front, and disabling the Jackal's shields. They turned to run, but were cut down by Stewart and Wright. A stray bullet from Stewart's pistol lodged itself in one of the Grunt's methane tanks, and the alien exploded. Purple and blue alien blood flew at them, as did several dead bodies.
"And my mom thought I was gonna be a doctor! HA!" Laughed Wright.
"C'mon, lets get the hell outta here."
"What? You wanna call the dropship? Or maybe the Covies can give us a lift." Wright grinned at his sarcastic comment.
"Screw this. I'm bailing before more of them show. You can stay or come, don't matter to me." Stewart bent down, grabbed a spare clip of M6D ammo from a fallen comrade, and searched the debris of the last battle for another Battle Rifle. Wright just starred at him, and swore under his breath. Finding another working rifle, Stewart looked up.
"Yes?"
"Sure. I'm comin, don't worry."
Stewart shook his head and holstered his sidearm. He slammed a fresh clip into the Battle Rifle, then turned back to his new partner.
"So, which way?" He asked.
"How about the Ando Prim-" Wright stopped mid sentence. Stewart flung around to see what had captivated his attention. He scanned the area and didn't see any aliens. He glanced back at Wright, and caught his gaze looking up. Slowly, Stewart turned back around.
Holding position above the city was a Covenant Cruiser. It landed in-system a few days ago, but Stewart didn't know where it was. It made sense that it had arrived in Earthcity. Suddenly, a bright light dropped from the sky near the ship. WTF, he thought. We didn't hit it, did we? Sure enough, more lights fell. They aint hitting the cruiser... so they aint our missiles thought Stewart. They look like...
"...Insertion Pods." Wright finished his thought for him out loud.
Suddenly, the ground shook beneath their feet, like a small, car-sized meteorite had impacted. Startled, they both dove for cover behind a burned out car. Stewart dared to peak out, and what he saw made his stomach lurch. A pod had broken open, maybe 30 ft. in front of him, and steam was billowing from it. Oh, and a snarling black armored Elite had just activated it's plasma sword, looking for victims.
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