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The Ghosts:Silver Eagle Down(Chapter 3)
Posted By: Sergeant B
Date: 3 September 2003, 7:48 PM
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The Green Blasts hit the hummers. The vehicles burst into flames like their counterparts. Now the 15 marines of Bravo Company had to wait longer for extraction.
Sergeant Akers sat bored on the dirty ground. They had waited an hour for the Pelican to get to the extraction point.
"Sir, are they here yet!" Pvt 1st Class Johnson said.
"Not yet friend. Those pilots should be coming. I mean, like we've been sitting our asses tired for an hour, and NO sign of a pelican is here yet. I hope those son of a bitches didn't get the Pelican, or I sware I will make sure I shoot a Golden Elites in the Ass!"
"Sir, we have multiple Covie Dropships inbound. I suggest you load your weapons and get over here sir. We won't be able to hold 'em off that long!" At once, every marine picked up their plasma rifle, pistol, or needler and rushed out onto the area the Dropships were landing.
The wind blew into every soldiers' faces. Sand, rocks, and that kinda junk hit their faces. Each of them hid behind the rocks so the hard things would hit them.
8th Squad opened fire on the Covenant. 1st and 2nd squad followed.
"Okay, Dackas! Take your squad over to the east, 2nd to the west, and my squad will split to the north and south. Daving, Sango, you're with me. Johnson, you take Vezelington. Now let's move out men!!"
2nd squad and 8th squad crouched with ease to their positions. But Johnson and Vezelington were having a bit of trouble. There wasn't enough room for the 2 to go through 2nd and 8th squad's positions. They had to go through the Covenant lines. There was even a bit of friendly fire.
The Plasma Heat flowed through the wind, touching anything. The heat would burn the victim, but not severely, only a little. The 2 1st squadmembers ducked, crouched, sprinted, jumped, and rolled through the Covenant lines. They were really lucky to be alive,or even have only a slight burn because of friendly fire or enemy fire.
Even if the Covenant numbers were greater, the humans could win this battle.
"Dammit. We lost the Hummers and a Pelican. And those 2 pilots were like sons to me. Those Covenant bastards will really pay now! Okay, here's what we do, we will set up a strike team, probably Golf Company. Then we will contact the SS Yunary to use their V900 on the Covenant city. And don't worry Lieutenant, we'll only do it in area 19. That should only hit 5 areas, making 24 safe from blast. Now let's do our plan!"
"This is Vector Base to SS Yunary. Does anyone copy?"
"This is Lieutenant Browning of the SS Yunary speaking."
"We need to speak to the captain."
"Sorry, he is unavailable right now"
"This is urgent little feller.", Colonel Georgeson yelled.
"Oh, yeh, sorr..., sorry sir, I didn't know it was you. I will give the speaker to Captain Taggert."
"Hey Pete! How yer doin'?"
"Fine Bob. I need to talk to you about sutin'."
"Yes Pete, what?"
"We need you to fire one V900 at area 19. Okay"
"Sure, but, are you sure about this. V900's are really strong yer know.You could kill yer men in the field."
"I'm trying to save ma men ya big officer bastard. Sorry. Yer know me. Okay, just do it."
"Sure Powerful Pete."
The dropships kept coming, minute after minute. There was no stopping them.
Sergeant Akers ordered them to do a full retreat. They ran back all dirty, plasma bolts nearly missing them. They hid behind a big log that was good for cover. Still dropships kept coming. The sandy wind made good cover for a little, but after that, covenant charged up.
Hackerson figured the covenant had an advantage since the marines were tired and dirty, while the Covenant kept bringing in fresh legs. Before the marines were about to give up, a sudden blow shoke them. The blast destroyed everything. Fortunately, the covenant dropships were in the area where the missile range was. Also, some Covenant infantry/armor troops were destroyed in the blast.
The few Covenant troops retreated.
"That was awesome" Pvt. Johnson said. "So, why don't you all thank god that you lived. And also because we didn't have to shit in combat. Hey, don't you think your ass is tired?"
The Pelican landed on one of many of Vector Base's heliport platforms.
"Hello Sergeant Akers." The Colonel shook Akers' hand firmly. Sergeant Akers along with his squadmates saluted him. He made a gesture to put is hand down, and led them to a lab.
"Sergeant Akers, as you know, you and your platoon put up a good fight. So I think you and the other marines should be in our to project.
"What is it?"
"Project Ghost."
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