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Oblivion Chapter 5
Posted By: Reclaimer<Xenorganarok@aol.com>
Date: 18 July 2003, 4:59 PM
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Seeing the jackal's head had reminded the Chief of how fun sports could be. Seeking a sniper rifle, he finally found one and pried it from the cold, dead hands of a fallen marine. His lack of rocket ammunition made the sniper rifle an excellent replacement. He scanned the battlefield and centered upon a lone human compound besieged by 3 elites and 2 hunters. Marines had fiercely defended it from wave after wave until there was only one left. In the scope of his sniper rifle, he witnessed the last defender get incinerated.
Reveling in his victory, one of the hunters crushed the blackened skull of the marine to powder with his foot. Not a second later, a heavy round ripped through the hunter's privates, killing him instantly. The elites stopped laughing and congratulating the now-dead hunter and were hit by the sound of the rifle going off. Their heads snapped toward its origin.
"Wort wort wort!"
"I think it's time for a little game of baseball with me as the pitcher," said the Master Chief.
He aimed at one of the elites and pulled the trigger. The elite caught the round... with his mouth.
"Strike one."
Again, the sound hit the elites well after the bullet had hit the target, and before the sound had faded, 3 headless elites lay dead in the Martian soil.
"Strike three.... You're out."
Master Chief hopped out of the trench and ran up to the pitiful corpse of the downed hunter, ripped the fuel rod cannon from its cold, dead Covenant hands and mercilessly blasted the remaining hunter until it was cooked.
"Well-done, Chiefy! I don't think they liked baseball. Perhaps human sports are much to violent for them," Cortana joked.
"You're right. I think the visiting team is going to need replacement players. These guys look a little banged up"
Inside the compound, dozens of wounded and dying marines littered the floor. The main room itself was a mess. Blood was splattered over the walls and floor, and empty bio-foam canisters were everywhere. Medics buzzed around the bodies, healing those that could be healed and sedating the rest. As the door to the compound opened, a sedated marine sat up and looked at the newcomer.
"Look, everybody, it's a big green alien," the marine yelled.
All eyes turned toward the big, green alien as it began to speak its strange dialect, and for a moment, most of the tortured screams had stopped.
"Who's in charge here," it asked.
"That ain't no alien, you crazy foo'! That's a... Spartan!"
Murmurs spread like wildfire. The Spartans were thought to be dead, casualties of the Covenant's destruction of Reach. If there was one alive, they'd have hope. If there were more, they may be able to win the war for earth after all. But what was he doing on Mars? Cautiously, a lone marine looking for answers stepped up to the looming green giant.
"I'm in charge here. Lance corporal Conan O'brian at your service. To tell you the truth, sir, we all thought the Spartans were dead. At least, that's what the reports say. Anyway, what brings you to Mars?"
"Seems like you have a Covenant problem, and they need to be exterminated."
"That's an understatement, sir. From what we've gathered on radio reports, the Covenant have set up their main base in New Baghdad. We were planning an assault on the bastards using everything we could muster, but until you came along, our forces seemed inadequate. As long as they control New Baghdad, you can count Mars out of the fight."
"Tisk tisk tisk, that's not very war-god-like of the red planet, now is it?"
Cortana, who had for some time been silent, finally spoke up.
"Commander, I want you to get these wounded ready for evac; pelicans are already on their way. The Chief and I will hitch a ride with you and your boys and plan the liberation of New Baghdad there."
Confused at the strange woman's voice, Lance Corporal Conan O'Brian gave the word that they were moving out.
Among the twisted, broken bodies lay a young marine. His lungs had been punctured by shrapnel, and every breath was its own battle. The Chief knelt next to this young marine and held his hand. For a moment, all was at peace.
"Stay down, soldier....," whispered the cyborg.
"Sir... yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
He was dead. Overcome with emotion and at the end of his rope, Chief yanked off the dead man's dog tags and gave them to O'brian.
"They say dead men tell no tale... Well, they're wrong. This dead man has a tale. He also had a future. The Covenant took away that future and destroyed it without care. It's time for us to make sure that they get repaid. I will not stop until each and every one of them is dead. That is all."
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