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Civilian Assault, pt. Two- Beginning of a Suicide Mission
Posted By: ONI_operative_343<zattack89@aol.com>
Date: 26 March 2004, 1:18 AM
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Civilian Assault, pt. Two- Beginning of a Suicide Mission
year: 2553, exact day/time: 15 minutes after alien drop-pod landings
Wright blinked once, twice. Him and Stewart had been sitting still for what seemed like an hour, waiting for the snarling Elite to move. It hadn't. Wright was about to explode if something didn't happen; he was losing his cool. He could see Stewart on his left, peering through the cracked windows of the car, trying to see where the Elite was. It had circled the pod, then went back inside and called to something on some sort of radio... Backup? Wright asked himself. And indeed it was. Another Special Ops. Elite emerged from the alley the two Marines were previously attacked from; it kicked a dead, charred Grunt out of its way as it advanced. Luckily, this one hadn't noticed either Marine, too.
They sat, watching. Both Elites had de-activated their swords, and were standing there talking. Wright could here every part but understood nothing. Suddenly, the pod buzzed with some evil noise, like nails being scrapped across a chalkboard, but more alien. An ear-splitting, alien static. Wright jumped at the sound... and brought his elbow back down on a broken piece of glass. The remaining shard shattered, causing both Elites to swing their heads around.
Stewart was panicking. They had heard that idiot Wright. He had to escape, fast. But there was no way out. He peered through the car window just in time to see the Elites activate their plasma swords again. The new Elite crouched down, scanned the area, and then waved the other forward. The first Elite nodded, then advanced on the left. Right towards Stewart. He was going to freak and run... maybe he could outrun the... when Wright burst from his hiding place and took off.
Wright knew he was going to die anyway. Better to do it on his own terms was his way of thinking. He bolted past the wrecked car and Stewart and down a side alley, not the same one all the aliens had come from. Wright was just sliding the bolt back on his weapon when a hot, during sensation tore into his armor, tossing him to the ground. He fell next to a dead grunt, blood still leaking from its mouth. He looked back to see the mandibles of a Spec. Ops. roaring at him, sword raised. He tried to stand up and swore he heard the alien laugh at his pathetic attempts. Suddenly the second one jumped down from the roof it was following on. Trapped he thought... but before the first alien took it's fatal swing, Wright had already pulled the in on his last frag.
Stewart heard the explosion seconds after Wright had taken off. Most likely the Elites had killed him. Stewart, however, was really unaffected. Other then losing an extra gun in a firefight, he didn't care much about Wright. He was on the edge and likely to get them both killed. Luckily, his stunt had bought Stewart some time. He grabbed his stuff and took off in the opposite direction, unsure exactly where he was headed.
Jon watched in horror as the grenade exploded under the Marine. The soldier was instantly killed, but Jon was astonished that the aliens weren't. The one closest to the blast doubled over, clutching its left side, and the other appeared unaffected; its armor was shimmering with some silvery liquid. Some sort of shield thought Jon. Not even a second later another explosion went off; Jon didn't even have time to blink. A smaller, dead alien next to the warriors suddenly exploded like a time bomb. The injured Elite was killed instantly. The second black armored one was tossed to the ground. Its shield appeared to be broken, and it was panting heavily. Its sword was tossed from its hand and slid towards Jon's hiding spot in the burned out building. Before it reached him, however, it disappeared, like it had evaporated.
Jon wasn't sure what to do. Half of him wanted to run up and crush the Elite, but mainly he wanted to get away from it, fast. He turned to run just in time to see what looked like a Covenant bus drive out the alley to his far left.
Yeppka Mark'que had just been promoted to a Major for surviving the battle that took place when the Covenant landed. His squad alone had taken out three of the Human soldiers, and a lucky grenadier in Yeppka's squad managed to land a plasma grenade on a critical part of one of the Human's tanks. The poor fellow didn't survive the encounter, but neither did the Scorpion or its troops. So when he saw the lone, defenseless Human lined up directly in his sights, Yeppka didn't hesitate to fire the Shade.
Stewart jumped onto the dumpster, pulled himself over the fence, and dropped into the alley. He jogged to the street, then cautiously peered out. Plasma fire could be heard in the distance, followed but the occasional BRAPP BRAPP of the Helljumper's weapons. He heard a dull thump, followed by a small explosion. Artillery he thought.
The street Stewart was on seemed clear enough. He waited a few more seconds then dashed across to the next alley. Dead end; he bolted back, turned left around a large office building, and tried the other side passage. This one was wide, at least large enough to fit a dump-truck through; maybe even a Scorpion MBT. But Stewart froze in his tracks; right in front of him was a Covenant vehicle. Luckily, they hadn't seen him. He watched as the craft floated out to the next street and breathed a sigh of relief it wasn't moving towards him. He was just about to look away and run when he saw the gun turret swivel. Damn Grunt must've spotted somethin... Shit... He swore crazily, took a deep breath, then leveled his Battle Rifle. This is suicide... he thought, and pulled the trigger.
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