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The Fight for Bravo Base; pt. 4- Reunion
Posted By: ONI_operative_343<zattack89@aol.com>
Date: 22 September 2003, 8:09 PM
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After diving back into the protection of the trees, Reed brought his sniper rifle up. The Covenant patrol he had taken down the other day hadn't left him with much defense; just a plasma rifle and two more sniper shots. He turned his sights on the base in front of him. The front blast door was crumpled on the ground, spread out in a few huge chunks. On the second floor, six Elites wandered back on fourth, occasionally scanning the skies for any more humans. Shit muttered Reed. Two bullets weren't much. Even if he was lucky enough to nail two Elites with headshots, there would still be four, and possibly even more inside the base to deal with. Reed swept his gun back and fourth, resting his sight on the turret gun. The weapon lay limp, hanging over the wall. To the right of his field of vision, a black-armored alien emerged from the stairs. Ah-ha, Reed said to himself, target sighted. He had been briefed at Command about Elites and the way they're warrior-caste system worked. Apparently different colored armor denoted a higher rank. The Special-Ops Elite had just become Sgt. Reed's new best friend. He followed the alien until it paused next to a shinny red bastard and paused. Now or never thought Reed. Not a second later, the Special Ops head was blasted away, and all the other Elites had dived for cover.
Lynch dropped the rocket launcher in the trees and slammed a fresh clip into his MA5B. He sprinted past the smoking Wraith and crouched near the destroyed blast door. He swept his gun back and forth as he descended; no enemy contacts. Lynch let out a sigh of relief; he didn't think that he'd be able to hold his own against the Covenant with his injury. Lucky for him the alien's had been slaughtered by they're own armor support. Blue and purple blood was smeared all over the walls, and a few half-vaporized aliens lay about the floor. He came across one destroyed gun, a plasma pistol that was smashed in half. A pool of green plasma was collecting on the floor. Lynch decided to not touch it. The backup lights in this area were gone, so Lynch switched on his flashlight. He continued down the ramp cautiously, fearing that an Elite would jump out and strangle him to death. He passed the vehicle bay, but Lynch already knew that two Hogs were parked inside. What he wanted to find was the others. He paused before turning the corner. On the other side he might run into two things: A Covenant patrol which would kill him, or a fellow Marine, who would mistake him for an alien, and kill him before anyone realized who it was. Well, we'll find out soon enough he thought, and then called out, "Hack! Yo Hack, don't shoot! It's me! Lynch! Don't shoot!" Half a second later there was a response. "Lynch! Get your ass over hear!" Lynch turned the corner to see Jesseman running towards him, assault rifle in hand. Just as Jesseman reached Lynch, a loud crack echoed through the tunnels. "What the hell..?" muttered Jesseman. "Was that a sniper rifle?" Lynch shrugged and followed him towards the armory. Just then another retort was heard. Does that mean the patrol that went looking for Stockwell is still alive? Did Sarge make it? thought Lynch. Inside Hack had a S2 slung over his back, two frags on his belt, and a MA5B in his hands. The same went for Martelli, except for the grenades. They all starred in disbelief when Jesseman entered with Lynch following behind. "Damn" muttered Hack. "How the hell... the tank... damn." was all he could say. Lynch grinned. "Ok, maybe my injury isn't THAT bad... I can still kick some ass." He walked over to the ammo locker and pulled out a pack of 7.62 bullets for his assault rifle, then looked at the other Marines, who continued starring. "What? I ain't Jesus; let's go!" The others laughed and sprang into action, collecting all the extra ammo they could. Just as the four Marines turned the corner from the armory and continued they're race to the Warthogs, footsteps were heard on the stairs.
The Major Elite that had been talking to the Special Ops before his head exploded dove against the front wall. Glancing to his left, he saw that the other five in his squad had also found cover against the human sniper's attack. Cursing in his alien tongue, the Elite sprang to his feet. Before he even got one step, the human dropped him with a single shot to the head, much the same as the Special Ops. Another Elite, a blue armored one, glanced towards another Minor in his squad. They planned to both stand up at the same time and make a break for the door. The two remaining Elites, a Major and Minor, would follow soon after the other two. In this way, at least two of the squad's Elites would make it off the ledge alive. Both aliens sprang up and took off as fast as they could. Surprisingly, not a single shot was fired. Puzzled, the other two waved they're teammates on. Once again, two Elites emerged from cover, ran unprotected, and survived. And not a single shot was fired. The foursome wasted not time wondering what happened to the pathetic human. The Major took charge and led them down the stairs. The raced past the open blast door, and yet again they went unchecked through the halls. The four Elites on the bottom floor emerged, awaiting orders. The Major explained the situation to his new squad, which consisted of eight Elites and himself. Three of his troops were going to hold they're positions in the makeshift Covenant Communications center, while the other five followed the Major in search of the humans. One of the blue Elites stumbled into the room where the two Grunts were killed. He alerted the others, and they quickly descended the stairs. The Major in command held back for a second. He issued an order to his three Elites to make contact with The Purification Sacrifices, the destroyer orbiting the moon, for troop support. He wanted three dropships, loaded with Elites, Jackals, and Hunters, planet-side as fast as possible. He also put in a request for a Banshee or two, along with a few Ghosts. These humans have no chance he thought. Filthy humans... and with that he raced down the stairs after his squad.
"Go go GO!" screamed Martelli from the gunner's seat. "I am! Just shoot em!" Hack hollered at him as he floored the Hog. He raced after Lynch and Jesseman who had made it up the ramp and were dodging the debris from the blast door, Covie tank, and Sierra 523. Jesseman was behind the wheel on the first Warthog, leaving Lynch to gun. Plasma fire raced after Hack's Warthog as he broke into the sunlight. Martelli swung back and opened fire on the aliens. Hack then turned left, following Jesseman down the hill. Lynch and Martelli covered the open blast door, second floor, and hill as the Hogs sped towards the forest. Just then a figure broke from the trees. Lynch pivoted his gun to meet the new threat, but soon realized it wasn't an Elite. The Sarge was alive!
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