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On A Pale Horse: Frozen Typhoon
Posted By: Silent Hunter<silenthunter18509@yahoo.com>
Date: 25 January 2004, 9:13 PM
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0700 Hours, January 29, 2553 (Military Calendar)
Battle Cruiser Atlantic Earth Solar System
The Spartans were sitting in the briefing room of the Atlantic. They were waiting for the Admiral to give them their mission. The Covenant has arrived, and the greatest battle in the history of mankind was about to begin. The Spartans were silent. They were getting prepared for their battle.
"OK folks" Admiral Hearst said as he walked into the room. "As you know the covenant has arrived in the system. They've sent thousands of ground troops in to neutralize the power station for the orbital guns, and our polar MAC batteries. Spartans 117, 043, 104, 058, 234, 193, and 170 will be assigned blue team. The Admiral continued assigning Spartans to teams for 2 minutes. Blue team was assigned to defend the Antarctic cannon battery. The admiral wished them luck, and the Spartans left for the armory.
0850 Hours, January 29, 2553 (Military Calendar)
Battle Cruiser Atlantic, Earth Solar System
"Looks like the UNSC didn't forget to give us our Christmas presents after all..." Will said as he walked through the door of the armory. Blue Team had decided to help themselves to the wealth of weapons the Atlantic had to offer. John had picked out a Battle Rifle, and a Shotgun. He loaded his belt pouches with 8 gauge Buckshot shells, 8 gauge slugs, and Battle Rifle clips.
"Now this is what I'm talking about!" Fred shouted, as he picked up a twin barrel, box-fed 7.62x51mm M65A2 Squad Automatic Weapon. He ran his hand down the length of the barrel, and slung the 40 pound machine gun over his shoulder, and picked up a Tripod for it. He was smiling ear to ear. "Now how in hell are we supposed to fit this in our pouches?" He said as he picked up a 200-round box. He jammed the box into his largest pouch, and tried to close it. After a while, he said "Fuck it" and suspended several boxes on a rope from his belt. The bullets may fall out the opening in the side, but he'd have ammo.
Linda picked out her favorite gun: the S2AM Sniper Rifle. She loaded her belt with clips. She also took out a Battle Rifle for close quarters battle. Will took a SMG, and a Battle Rifle. Chris-234 was a basic assault specialist. He took the same. Anthony-193 was the team's demolitions expert. If it could be blown up, he'd know how to do it. He knew where structural weaknesses were, and the best place to plant the explosives. He could also disarm any human-made bomb, and a few made by the covenant. He was also no stranger to a Rocket Launcher. He took a M78 SS1 Triple-barrel, Shoulder-fired Guided Missile Launcher, plastic explosives, and a demolitions kit. He also took a SMG. Jake-170 was a reconnaissance specialist. If the Spartans were stealthy, Jake was virtually invisible. He could get close enough to something, even a Spartan wearing their MJOLNIR armor, to be able to spit on it, and they wouldn't even know he was there. He grabbed an SMG, and an M6D Pistol. Everyone attached 4 grenades to their belt. When they had everything they needed, John ordered his team on to a dropship.
0930 Hours, January 29, 2553 (Military Calendar)
Pelican Dropship, En Route to Antarctic Super MAC Battery
The dropship roared over the icy plateau. John had loaded a clip into his Battle Rifle. Fred loaded belt of bullets from one of his boxes into his machine gun. Once the belt was in, he secured the box into its slot on the rifle. Everyone checked their weapons, and donned their helmets. Cortana's was talking to the Spartans, via the radio. "The covenant has captured most of the surface compound. They haven't reached the underground complex yet, but if we don't hurry, they will breach the main doors, and destroy the firing mechanism." Once the surface has been reclaimed, you're going to have to defend against future attacks until help arrives."
The pelican's chain guns opened fire on the grunts and jackals on the ground. The pelican decreased altitude, and hit the ground. "Go! Go! Go! Move it!" John shouted. He jumped out first, and opened fire. He took in his surroundings in a quick glance. He was in the middle of a collection of buildings no more than 3 stories high. A large group of cannons loomed in the distance. For the most part, the cannons were underground. The only part showing was a spherical rotating section, with a wide, but short barrel sticking out. He noticed 6 watch towers.
John turned to the right, and fired into the grunts in front of a shack-like building. He tossed a fragmentation grenade into the open door. The Pelican began to take off, and John fired hot lead into jackals shooting at him from a 2nd story window in a building to his left. The sound of gunfire filled the air. The pelican was off. "4, and 7 (Linda, and Jake) , in that building, set up a sniper position on the 3rd floor." He said, pointing at a 3-story high building. "5, 3, and 6 (Chris, Will, and Anthony) Search the south buildings. Me and 2 (Fred) will search the north buildings.7 Acknowledgement lights winked on. John ran, with his rifle blazing, and Fred right behind him, to the northern group of buildings. Machine gun fire suppressed the covenant inside the building. He stopped to the right of the door. Fred stopped to the left. Frag and Clear! Fred tossed a grenade inside, while still mostly staying away from being in front of the open door. It detonated, and blood splattered all over the walls. John and will ran in. They opened fire on the stunned covenant still alive. When the last grunt fell, John announced "All clear, let move." Fred nodded, and followed John out of the side door, and next to a door to another building.
John took a frag grenade off his belt, and pulled the pin. With his free hand, he placed his fist on the door, close to the lock. "get ready..." he told Fred. He responded with a single nod. John pulled his arm back. "One...two...THREE!" John slammed his fist into the door, and it flew open. John let go of the handle, triggering the timer, and heaved the grenade in. It detonated, and dark blood sprayed out. When John got inside, He saw a metal trap door underneath a jackal, and a pool of blood. It looked like the covenant was trying to open it with some kind of cutting tool. Chief knocked on the door several times. "Open up! Help's here!"
After a while, a soldier opened the door, and came out. He was in a white subzero parka, had cloth drawn over his face up to his eyes, and had goggles on. He greeted the Spartans in a muffled voice. "Hey, damn good to see ya, the covenant were raising all kinds of hell here. We thought we were done for then you guys came..." He said, He turned around, and shouted back down the hole. "Hey, are we gonna let these guys have all the fun?"
Several voices responded. "Hell no!" and several marines came out of the hole with MA5B Assault Rifles. They were all dressed the same as the first one. They stared at the 7 foot tall Spartans for a few seconds, then John led them out the door..
"Compound secured." Chris announced.
"Good work, guys. Look out, because they're gonna be sending in more troops soon. Stay alert. John looked around. A snow vehicle was by a south building. It was like a standard warthog, but was painted white, had tracks instead of wheels, actually had doors, and had a mounted single barrel AP machine gun. There were burn marks, and bullet holes in every building.
"Heads up, Chief, we've got phantoms inbound..."
"OK. Everyone, find some cover, now! Move it!" John and the marines ran into the 3-story building. The Spartans went into other buildings. "6, when those phantoms touch down, I need you to send a rocket right threw the hatch."
"Roger that" Anthony said, with a tone of excitement in his voice. A pair of phantoms flew overhead, spun around, and began to descend. A rocket flew right into the open rear hatch, exploded. An elite, a pair of jackals, and several grunts flew out. The explosion also blew a massive hole in the side of the phantom. It fell rapidly, and struck the ground with great force. A second rocket slammed into the side of the second phantom. It was thrown off course, and fell to the ground. 2 elites, 5 jackals, and 4 grunts stumbled out.
"Open fire!" John screamed over the radio. Bullets tore threw the covenant. Blood spilled into the snow. The covenant shot blindly into random buildings. The last one went down in a matter of seconds.
"Chief, we've got trouble!" Cortana half-screamed. John looked around. A formation of 3 seraph fighters was closing in, about to make a strafing run on the base.
"Shit! EVERYONE DOWN!!!" John barked over the intercom. The Spartans got into prone positions, as the fighters closed in. They opened fire. Plasma rained down on them. Buildings were blown in half, watch towers, snapped like twigs. John got up. "What's everyone's status?" John got green lights on his HUD for 2, 4, 6, and 7.
"Augh..." Chris groaned in agony "I got something stuck in my leg...I can't move it..."
"Standby Blue-5..." John said "Number 3, come in" John asked Will "Blue-3, are you there?" John asked one last time, with a tone of worry in his voice. "...oh no..." He said to himself. He walked into the building he had thought he was in. It was half thew size it was before the strafing run...He looked the rubble. He saw a green-armored arm. John checked his vitals. He had a pulse...a very weak one, but it was a pulse. John pulled his comrade out from the debris. Large plates of his armor were missing. Blood poured from large wounds. His visor had shattered. "Is there a medic here?" John called out. A marine walked into the shell of the building.
"We have an infirmary in the lower compound, sir"
"thank god...4, and 7, get 3, and 5 down into the infirmary, and get back up here."
"Chief, they're coming back to make another run!"
"shit...6, take those seraphs out!"
"Yes, sir!" John passed out Linda as he exited the building. Anthony set up, and fired at the incoming seraphs. He got two shots off, before he had to dive from the incoming plasma. One seraph was destroyed, and one was hit during its run. Plasma slammed into the buildings.
The burning hulk of the seraph slid to a halt. The flying seraph, and the crippled one disengaged, and flew out of the area. "status?" John asked. He got 4 ok lights. "good..."
"Heads up, chief, we've got drop pods inbound." Cortana announced. John looked up. Blue streaks flew down from the heavens.
"Look sharp folks, we've got elite drop pods coming in." John got his shotgun out. Three pods landed right in front of him, and he had to dive out of the way of a fourth. Two landed by Fred. Three by Anthony. A few landed somewhere else in the base. He fired a missile that destroyed one, then he dropped the launcher in favor of the SMG. The pod in front of John opened, and the elite jumped out, and shook its head from the dizzying effects of the insertion. John fired an 8-gague shell into its abdomen. The three other elites jumped out. John fired round after round into them. One went down, and the other's shield gave out. John fired a point-blank shot into it, and he fell. The third activated its sword, and charged John. He fired his last shell into it. It's shield died, but it was still running. John got his Battle Rifle out, and began firing. A sniper round flew through the elite's head. John looked over, and saw a marine holding an old model sniper rifle. He cocked an eyebrow, picked up some plasma grenades. He turned around, and shot into the elites by Anthony. They were caught off-guard long enough for Anthony to drop a grenade at their feet. It exploded, spraying blood everywhere.
John now fired into the elite by Fred. The combined fire from John, Fred, Anthony, and the marines brought the elite down. John turned around. An elite was about to blind-side him. He fired several shots into the elite, stunning him. He threw a plasma grenade at the elite. It attached to his abdomen. John turned, and sprinted as fast as he could. An explosion shook him, and he stopped. He turned around, and half the elite wasn't there. "Is everyone all-right?"
"yeah, I'm good." Anthony said.
"I think so..." Fred said, a little out of breath.
"Chief, more problems..." Cortana said
"What now?"
"We've got half a covenant division heading this way."
John froze. "did...did you say division?"
"Yes. To the west..."
"Cortana, call for backup, we need air-support." John climbed a watch tower, and looked west. Hundreds of Covenant creeps, wraiths, ghosts, banshees, phantoms, and soldiers were in the distance...marching towards them...
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