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Branded for Life Part 1
Posted By: PaYnE<sea_bass62@hotmail.com>
Date: 13 October 2003, 7:49 PM
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Floor it!"
Yelled a marine as the warthog squelched in the mud. Covenant plasma fire sizzled past them and around them.
"Drive, Dax drive!"
"I'm going of as fast as it can go Sarge"
"Sarge! Hunters to your left!" The world spun in green fire as the fuel rods plasma hit the tire slagging it and killing the guy in the passenger seat.
"Fuck, Fuck" yelled Sgt. Vance.
"Dax that way, killed those bastards" Chain gun shells splattered inn the mud all around Pvt. Dax. He winced as a burning shell slipped under his armor and, branded the shape of a shell on his neck. Something ran out in front of the warthog and fired plasma at the front of the hog it melted the front of the hog.
"Shit" yelled Dax as the plasma melted its way into the engines and blew up. The world around Sgt. Vance spun crazily, there was a loud thump and he knew no more.
Earth, October 3, 2557
"Hit the dirt Marine!"
Yelled a sgt. as plasma sizzled and exploded overhead. "What are we doing in Canada Sarge?"
"We are here to retrieve a lost warthog scout unit...if there's anything to retrieve"
"Why the hell did we get pulled from California then?"
"I mean cant Canada send in their soldiers?"
"What soldiers?" growled Sarge a few marines managed a laugh, but the laugh was cut short by the sound of metal slicing through air. "Banshees on your left"
Yelled a marine part of Sgt. Iverson's 10-man squad.
A marine grabbed the jackhammer launcher and let the 102 mm missile fly towards its target, with a loud bang and a rain of molten debris the banshee blew up, the marines cheered and rushed forward into the, muddy forest. 10 minutes later a burning husk of a warthog was found the drivers face was slagged. They sat and examined the neck with interest there was a branding of a bullet there...he looked for the guy in the passenger seat but all he found was a bloody rain soaked chair. A marine called out
"Sarge come look at this"
Sgt. Vance groaned and opened his eyes... and saw a miracle 10 UNSC marines stood over him...no, this cant be were in Canada for gods sakes this is deep in Covenant infested area, never the less 2 privates carrying a stretcher came up and Vance was loaded onto it.
"Dax"
Muttered Vance,
"Dax"
"Sarge he's talking to himself"
"He's he saying private something about Dax"
"Check the drivers Id"
Sure enough the private saw Private L.L Dax on the tags, the private took the tags and stuffed them in his pocket.
"This is Sgt. Rodo, we have what remains of the Warthog scout unit and are requesting pick up at grid number 5678, over"
"Roger Sgt. Rodo this is pelican Gamma 619, I am on my way to your position now Sgt" "Roger Gamma 619, can you bring a field medic, we are not sure if the man we have is wounded or not, over"
"Roger"
They waited for half an hour fought of 2 Covenant assault squads before the drop ship arrived, escorted by two long sword fighter planes.
The piled on board on the field medic started checking out Sgt. Vance who was slowly coming back to reality.
" Nope" said the field medic "nothing wrong with him, just a little bit shocked"
"Ya" said a private
"We checked out the hog, it was banged up pretty bad, driver and passenger dead, and the plasma melted right through the front and into the engine"
" Were back at base, and docking in the hanger I suggest you get your team to the debriefing room as fast you can, them brass hate people who are late"
"roger, Gamma 619, thanks for the ride"
"no problem" The engines died as she tuned of the pelican.
Sgt. Vance came back to reality in a haze of speed and colors, the world spun in till he focused on where he was. He was in a dingy hospital bed, he was tired, he licked his lips and tasted dried blood, he looked around him the surroundings were familiar it was a standard issue UNSC field hospital room, he was alive he had survived. He tried to remember what had happened to him, then it all came back, he was driving in the warthog with Dax, and Melso and then the fuel rod gun slagged the tire and killed melso, then something ran out in front of the warthog and sprayed it with plasma fire, suddenly he was very scared because he could remember what blew up his warthog they weren't ordinary covenant the blew up his warthog, in fact they weren't even Covenant they were well... they were, Spartans. How, Why, he didn't know but he was going to find out, and with a vengeance.
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