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IRON SIDE
Posted By: gregory camden<fieldy_man@hotmail.com>
Date: 15 July 2007, 2:50 pm
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Writers note.
In the book ghosts of onyx, gamma company has been deployed, but where? In my mind it was earth, after all where else would they go if earth was being invaded by the covenant. But I don't know. Hope you like it.
Elite ODST's scurried over the grounds between the UNSC's Eastern European fortress known as White Eye and a massive Covenant assault force moved in on it.
Amon was one of these brave men trying to hold off a Covenant army, while what was left of the UNSC Special Warfare Center tried to flee along with a handful of UNSC top brass.
Amon rolled over on his back as the Covenant shot thousands of their deep blue illuminating balloons into the sky as the sun set to the backs of the Covenant.
"Take cover!" a man yelled as a pinpoint plasma shell detonated 30 meters above, instantly incinerating the man who yelled and two dozen men and women around him; two Sparrow Hawks took the remaining plasma discharge as the surviving Sparrow Hawks fired their autocannons at the Covenant line before retreating.
Amon jumped in time to see a small detachment of grunts moving at him. The large gorilla-sized aliens moved as one, firing their plasma weapons wildly as two men opened up on them from behind. Blue blood splashed across the ground as the group was put down. A pack of brutes charged down a debris-covered hill toward their position, some of the men turned on the brutes with SMG's and assault rifles. The oversized, overpowered beasts fired on the Helljumpers with their horrifying spikers. Red spikes cut into the first few men, slicing through their armor and searing into flesh and bone. Amon jumped as one of the brutes threw a spike grenade at him. The large arm sized explosive was thrown with such force by the brute it was nothing but a light brown blur as it past next to Amon, and hit a man squar in the chest knocking him to the ground.
the man had time to yell" fuck!" before the grenade detonated in a hail of fire and large molten spikes. The man was nothing more then a heap of smoking flesh and bone. Gunfire played all around Amon as he opened up on them himself, round after round cut in to them but still they kept coming their bodies covered in blood, some had massive flesh wounds, large bands of gore dangling from their chest's and sides, but still they came on at full speed. One man heaved a frag trying to take some of them out, only to have it grabbed in mid air by one of the beast's and crushed with one hand killing the fuse. Amon turned left to see a warthog rush past at full speed at the brutes. The suicidal run was cut down before it even got started as one brutes jumped in front of the hog and met it head-on as another hit on from the side flipping it over , sending the driver into the blade of a brute shot, removing the mans arm and most of his shoulder blade. The brutes grunted and beat their chest's as two of the brutes picked up the beaten up warthog and heaved it back at the ODST's, rolling over two of the men as it shattered and broke apart and flipped end over end over the scorched ground.
Amon, along with the dozen or so other Helljumpers began to throw frag after frag into the oncoming mass of brutes, ending all but one, the lead brute chieftain. The crimson armored beast charged with rage, its body and armor gleamed with dark blood and gore. Bullets peppered the chieftain as it closed in on the Helljumpers. With its last moments of life, it singled out the densest group of soldiers and rushed at them with two armed spike grenades. The sheer speed of the chieftain gave the soldiers little time to react to the chieftain's suicidal run, but the grenades detonated before he could reach his prey, sending white-hot shards into the area around him and himself. Men fell dead left and right of Amon, white hot spikes dug into Amon's legs. Burring pain ripped into his mind as he fell in a heap onto the ground and rolled over and over clawing at his legs. Five small finger sized piceae of molten metal glowed white from his armor covered legs. Tendrils of smoke twisted up from gloved hands as he reached down and slowly pulled out the burning fragments. Blood streamed from the wounds as he leaned back on a rock.
Tearing his gaze away from the carnage that surrounded him, Amon looked at the men that stood around him. None of them were from his team. Before he could begin to reflect on the events that took his team away from him, UNSC shortswords screamed overhead as they began to make bombing runs on the advancing Covenant force; fire and hell cooled into a soft red glow over the hill as the shells burned the covenant line.
The ground trembled under Amon as small rocks bounced and rolled down the hill in front of him. Blue spotlights filled the sky as the sound of Covenant machinery fired up. The foreign, horrifying sounds were all the other ODST's needed to hear to turn and run. On the other hand, Amon had made peace with the fact that he would die, but his body froze as he reached the crest of the hill. Less than half a mile away, five Scarabs slowly rose to their feet, their bodies lit with the glow of plasma weapons held in the hands of hundreds of covenant elites. Pulling out a discarded sniper scope he found earlier that day, he spotted grunt teams in black armor massed at the front of the scarabs; behind them, teams of jackals began to fall in rank. Under the scarabs were six hunter pairs, all roaring with rage and hate.
Increasing the zoom on the scope, he noticed a gathering of black and white armored elites all staring at a group of brutes in ornate blue armor, as three gold armored elites talked with one gray skinned brute chieftain holding a massive multi-headed hammer.
"God damn." Amon whispered to himself as an older soldier ran up next to him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" the older man yelled as he pulled at Amon's shoulder.
As the CO pulled on Amon's arm yelling at him to "move his ass", Amon looked at the three gold elites and the gray brute. One of the elites was throwing his arms around in front of the brute; the brute stood rock solid, his arms crossed with his hammer under his arm.
Are they fighting? Amon said to himself as he completely ignored the CO; after all, they would all die here one way or another, so what was the point of obeying now.
" Your fuckin crazy!" the CO yelled as he ran with the other men.
Amon knelt down on one knee as one of the blue armored brutes ran up to the gray-skinned brute chieftain and pounded its chest as it said something in the chieftain's ear. The chieftain turned and said something back, and then, raising its' hammer and turning with great speed, he crushed the closest gold armored elite with its' hammer. Amon's mouth dropped open as he shot back to his feet.
The two other gold armored elites drew their energy swords. The first and faster of the two dropped low and removed the chieftain's right leg. Continuing past the chieftain, the gold armored zealot set its sights on the blue armored brute. The brute threw its weapon to the wayside as the opportunity to go hand-to-hand with the highest combat ranking elite presented itself to him. The elite rushed high, as the brute, low to the ground, side-stepped the elite 's blistering hot weapon passed inches away from its face. The elite head snapped right with the blade, but the brute was to fast. The brute danced around the gold zealot as though it were playing with the elite. The elite seemed to grow frustrated with the brute and it threw its weapon down and closed line the brute as it jumped left. The gold zealot grasped the dazed brute's head, and, crushed it with both of its long slender hands. The gold zealots hands and arms were stained with the brutes blood . The blood-stained gold zealot rose and gave a thunderous roar that Amon heard from on top the hill.
The second gold elite finished off the chieftain with a surgical slice of its hot energy blade. Both sides rushed at one another. The gold elites were the first to hit the brute pack, they carved into there ranks, limbs and blood splashed as they swung their energy blades in large arcing slashes.
Hell was set lose in the covenant ranks as everything opened fire, some of the grunts fire on the brutes, the grunts allied with the brutes fired upon the grunts on the elites side. Jackals cowered behind there shields firing at everything. Hundreds of the covenants elite warriors clashed with the barbarian brutes, both sides fired their weapons at point blank range, swords and hammers slammed and cut down both sides. Brutes turned and fired at the towering Hunters as they attacked form their flank. The brute's spikers did little against the hunters broad, thick armor. The hunters inched into the battle their shields crushing brutes left and right, brutes swarmed one hunter and ripped its body limb from limb, sending it's mate into a blind rage. Firing its fuel rod cannon at point blank range the hunter killed its bond mates slavers and ended it's own life as well. Amon turned and ran as fast as he could as some of the brutes began to clime the legs of the scarabs, trying to get the ultra elite strike teams who were firing down on the brutes with plasma cannons. Amon knew this was bad, just as he rounded three dead elite bodies a faint voice played through his ear piece.
" Reenforcements inbound, repeat elite strike team inbound!" Just as the man finished saying that, the sky was ripped apart by fire and hell, as what looked like a meteors shower rained down. Hundreds of fire balls slammed down all around Amon, hitting and burning the ground around him. Amon was blown across the ground as one of these meteors hit the ground less then five meters away. Amon slowly rolled over, the assault rifle in his hand leveled at the impact site. Crawling over to the edge of the small crater he peered over. Steam hissed and spewed from what looked like a large black stealth ODST drop pod, but these had wider sides and were much taller. The auto eject door had failed to blow off on impact.
Amon stood in front of the drop pod, his heads-up display showed there was some one in there and alive. Amon jumped back stunned as large mounds of steel and stealth coating began to compress out as massive hits pounded the inside of the pod door. Amon could see big green armor plated hand pulling and prying on the steel as it gave under the pressure of the hits. soon hands and feet kicked and pushed as someone tried to get free. Amon dropped on one knee and turned as gun fire began to crack around him. Amon knelt as low as he could go and began to inch his way to a broken tree as he could see the muzzle fire of the guns being fired, but there was no one there to fire it, no gun, no human, no nothing. Plasma fire hissed back with the gun fire.
He snapping his head back around as he heard the sound of a gun being loaded. Amon's eyes fell on a green armor clad warrior. His mind instantly jumped to Spartan. But this was not what they looked like, the Spartans he knew of were massive and their armor wider, thick and more like a tank. This armor was smooth and had curved edges.
The green armor plates shifted colors and blended in and out with the world around it. White energy surged around this new fighter as his armor reset back to a deep green. He reached back into the pod and removed a large crate marked Spartan III.
The worrier spoke. " come here."in a young male voice called to Amon standing staring at the new warrior. Amon walked over to the green clad worrier as he spoke again in the same young voice.
" Im Iron One, CO of strike force Iron Side , third generation Spartan, class Gamma. Under UNSC Act 254 Fading Light, all UNSC forces are under the command of the UNSC flotilla Gray Haze. Now get on the spoke and get all your men to this rally point. This fight is not over."
To be continued. . . . .
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