Gary Young: Chapter 3
Posted By: SOS.Odin<kavika86@yahoo.com>
Date: 20 May 2004, 9:20 PM
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"Sorry guys but our LZ is blazing. We're coming in hot!"
Gary grinned like a mad man. He was finally going to test his training.
Gary ducked behind the rock, barely dodging the overcharged plasma. He checked his ammo counter, 43 rounds left. The staccato of rifle fire was heavy in the air. Plasma whirrs answered with just as much intensity. Of the 175 Marines of his company, only 120 made it ground side. The mission was already off to a bad start.
"Young!" Gary turned to his right and spotted Sgt. Johnson. "Get Cpl. Stevens. Tell him to call the ODSTs down."
Gary nodded and primed a grenade. Sgt. Johnson called, "Covering fire!" and Gary lobbed the nade. The Marines around him popped from their hiding spots and opened up. A low thump resounded through the ground and Gary leapt to his feet.
He sprinted towards a downed Pelican, where a makeshift Company HQ was set up, and dodged another plasma blast. Gary paused, turned and emptied his clip, killing a Grunt and diverting a Jackal long enough for Sgt. Johnson to fire on its opening.
He hit the entrance of the Pelican to stop himself. Inside the back of the Pelican Cpl. Stevens was talking back and forth with the Alaska.
"Corporal, get the ODSTs down here now! We're losing out there!"
The Cpl. looked at Gary and nodded. Gary slammed home a fresh clip and went back outside. He noticed that his platoon had pushed forward since he left. He moved forward behind his rock. A Marine lay at his feet, two burn marks in his chest and no arm. Gary grabbed his tags and moved forward again.
Sgt. Johnson was behind another rock about ten meters ahead. Gary dropped behind a piece of Pelican debris. He quickly found it was still hot and decided to move again. He just emerged from the debris when plasma rounds whizzed by right in front of him. He hastily dove back behind the trash. Gary propped back up on his knees and aimed at the nearest Covenant soldier. Grunts and Jackals were the only ones there, and they were out in the open. Gary fired on a Grunt no more than ten feet away. The rounds tore through his armor and the little beast dropped. A Jackal spotted him and prepared to fire. Gary opened up on the Jackal. The creature hid behind his protective shield. Gary noticed it did not cover his feet and fired. His rounds ripped up the Jackals feet and it opened itself up. He emptied the rest of his rounds into the Jackals body.
Gary moved to Sgt. Johnson's position and reloaded next to him. "Sir, the ODSTs are on their way."
No more than a minute after that, HEVs rained from the sky. The HEV chutes opened and they landed right behind the Covvie's position. Super trained Marines burst from the pods and opened up on the Covenant. The Jackals, Grunts, and handful of Elites were obviously surprised.
Sgt. Johnson popped from behind his rock and shouted, "Open fire!"
Gary and the thirty some other Marines of his platoon emerged and opened up. The Covenant withered under the onslaught. Gary moved forward, shooting a Grunt just around the rock. He moved further and shoulder tackled an Elite to the ground. The Elite hit the ground, his shield flickered and died. Gary opened up point blank. Armor piercing rounds shattered armor and caused blood to spray all over.
Gary picked up three plasma grenades from the corpse and spit on it. Sgt. Johnson patted him on the back and moved further. Gary forward and gunned down another Grunt.
He stopped behind an HEV and dropped his spent clip. Right when the clip clacked on the ground, a Jackal rounded the corner. Gary fumbled for another clip. The Jackal charged up his plasma pistol. Moments later Gary was sprayed with blue blood. The Jackal was torn apart by AP rounds.
Gary looked to his left and a Marine clad in urban cammo, and grey armor with matching helmet, curtly nodded. He watched that Marine run back into the battle with the ferociousness of a lion. The ODST ripped the mask off of a Grunt and threw it at another, then shot the breathing apparatus, igniting the methane, killing the Grunt.
Gary was awestruck. The Marine moved with quick efficient strikes. Gary was too distracted, however, to notice the Elite sneaking up on him.
The ODST did notice however. "Behind you Gary!"
Gary turned and was backhanded to the ground. He felt groggy. Everything blurred. He was barely able to make out the Elite's body be riddled with rounds. The ODST knelt beside him and removed his helmet. Gary was conscious just long enough to notice that he was a she.
Gary woke up in the sick bay of the Alaska. He had bandage on wrapped around his head. It felt wet. On his left were a few more Marines, some missing limbs, some still unconscious, some covered with a sheet. On his right was a chair with a blanket. Someone had been there while he was sleeping. Just then a woman walked in. It was the ODST that saved him. It was also his older sister.
She had two cups of hot coffee and a huge smile. Gary smiled right back and struggled to get out of bed. They hugged each other and drank coffee.
"How's your head?" His sister asked.
"Feels kinda wet. Am I still bleeding?"
His sister smiled and shook her head, "No, I poured some water on you earlier because you were snoring." They laughed.
"I didn't know you were an ODST."
"Yup. It's the best. It's all volunteer and only the strong make it in."
"So, where do I sign up?"
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