Battle for Sol- pt. 4
Posted By: RogueFox<admiral_d_68@hotmail.com>
Date: 10 August 2004, 6:09 PM
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Sol System
Earth
In Pelican Bravo-23,
descending to African Congo
The Master Chief stared out the back of the Pelican as they raced over the jungles of the Congo. The Sergeant had told Fred, Linda, and Will that they would jump out too support the UNSC 501st Airborne Division in their defense of the Fusion Generators for the Orbital Guns. The Master Chief and the ODSTs would continue on to New Mombasa to assist in the defense of that city with the 405th. The Master Chief looked over his shoulders. The ODSTs checked their rifles and their other gear. Will looked over the Plasma Blade he found on the station at Jupiter. He ignited it and made patterns in the air. Fred checked his Battle Rifle, loading a fresh clip into the reciever. Linda played with her SRS99C-S2AM Sniper Rifle, switching scopes. She found one that pleased her tastes, and put the other ones in a pouch on her waist. Sergeant Johnson stuck his head through the door.
"Allright Marines, 501st is havin a hard time. Get set for drop in 5 minutes."
Fred, Linda, and Will stood up. They moved to the rear of the craft and crouched. The Master Chief opened a COM to his Spartans.
"Allright...you know the mission. I'll see you in New Mombasa when we drive the Covenant from it."
Linda looked back at John. "Be careful." she said.
The Master Chief nodded. "I always am."
The Pelican hit the open LZ. A Marine corporal and two privates waited for them. The three Spartans jumped out of the craft. "Sir, the CP is over here." The Corporal gestured to another open area about a mile south of the LZ. The Fusion Generators towered over the jungle a mile beyond the command post.
"Where's the battle line, Corporal?" Fred asked.
"Come on, I'll show you." The Marine said.
The squad ran away from the Fusion Generator towards flashes of chemical-based explosives and plasma blasts.
Will heard rustling in the dense foliage to their right. He let Fred know over the COM to watch the right side and that he was going to check it out. Fred gave him permission, so Will moved into the foliage. He heard the barking and yapping of Grunts. He decided to save his ammo for when he needed it and reached for his blade.
No sooner than Will moved off, ten Grunts jumped out of the brush, barking and began to fire their Plasma weapons at the Marines. Fred and the Spartans knelt and opened fire, taking some of them down, but more emerged from the brush. The squad was going to be overrun with the little bastards, but then he saw the flash of a plasma blade igniting. Will., he thought.
Will took his ignited Plasma Blade and charged the Grunts from the rear. He cut through their armor like a knife through butter, sweeping the blade horizontally. They squealed and tried to run, but the squad's automatic fire cut them down.
"Good job, Will." Fred said as he reloaded. "Keep moving, Corporal." The Corporal stared at Will's ignited Plasma Blade, then nodded and kept going. They moved out onto a line where Marines lay behind emplacements and dug-in Scorpion Tanks. Warthogs raced wounded out from the line back to the Medical Post. A Lieutenant waved them over.
The Spartans and Marines saluted. "Greetings, Spartans." he said. "I'm Lieutenant Griffin. We're holding the line at the moment, but those Covenant are massing on the other side of the line. I got a report of some Grunts that broke through on the right flank.
"We took care of them." Fred said.
"I see." Griffin smiled. "Glad to have you along. I think you three would be most effective in a squad. I need you most on my right flank. Think you can handle it?"
Fred saluted. "We can handle it, sir!"
The Lieutenant nodded. "Good, take that Warthog. Get over there."
The Spartans hopped in, Fred driving, Will taking gunner, and Linda catching the passenger side, and sped off towards the right side of the UNSC line.
Sol System
Earth
North American Defensive Zone
Battle Station Omega-9
Admiral Hood checked the tactical display. The humans were losing control of the African Zone. A Marine General's voice crackled over the COM.
"Admiral, you cant let them maintain orbit."
"I'm trying, General, but I can't let them get our MACs." Admiral Hood shook his head. Suddenly, the COM board pinged. A Rear Admiral appeared on screen.
"Admiral Hood." Adams said.
Hood snapped his head around and stared at the screen. "Adams! What the hell are you doing here?"
"I managed to get away from Jupiter before the Nova went off. Where do you need my ships?"
"Rogue, get those ships into the African Zone to reinforce it." Hood ordered.
The ships of the Outer Planet defensive forces moved to the African Zone to turn the tide of the battle...
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