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The Battle for Gamdon VI Part II: Capital Offense
Posted By: Mech
Date: 25 August 2006, 3:17 am
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"Jesus Christ...you're sure half the city's already hit?" Corporal Tanner ran a bloddy hand back through his hair as he asked his Captain the question he already knew the anwser to. The nod he got in reply only pushed his hopes into an express elevator to the basement. Grimly, he surveyed what was left of what had once been the glittering capital of Gamdon VI. Small rays of sunlight still coming from the rapidly ending dusk dimly lit the scene.
Smoke hung over it so thickly you could've sworn the city was on the cloud line of a mountain in a thunderstorm. Fires raged over and destroyed the city's most prized buildings. The town hall. The brand-new school. The towering church, along with it's priceless organ that had been specially impoted from Earth itself. Worst of all, a Covenant ship hovered omniously right on the horizon, with a carrier right next to it, both ships spewing countless dropships and Seraph fighters like maggots from a corpse.Small, pitched battles still broke out every once in awhile in various locations.
"The only question I have," the Captain said, interrupting Tanner's hellish vision of the city, "is why the hell we haven't been glassed yet. They're just send in dropships and fighters. I've been gettin' reports from all over the continent sayin' that they're glassing everything thats still got dirt. It's like they're looking for something." Tanner nodded absently.
"At least they didn't get the barracks and armory...This way, we might have a chance of holding out 'till the UNSC gets here. I dunno how long that might take, but we gotta try. Otherwise, we're all dead for sure. Better dead fighting that dead waiting for them." Tanner smilled grimly, and the Captain smiled back, without any mirth. He gave Tanner a pat on the back.
"That's the idea son," he said. "That's the idea."
Jim dived behind his uptuned couch just as a plasma bolt sizzled past his ear, almost lighting his hair on fire. He hit the ground hard, but the tatic worked. For a few seconds, he wasn't being shot at.
Crap Crap Crap Crap...Jim's mind wouldn't let him stop worrying about his imininet death. Gotta think of something. Anything that'll keep me alive for a bit longer so I can think of something else to keep me alive longer...Then he looked over to what was lying right next to him, and thought of something. It was stupid, and it only worked in the vids, but it was the only thing he could think of that might work. Jim got on his knees, and grabbed his TV remote.
The Elite 'Nosolee grinned in his victory. Any moment now, the human would foolishly peek up from his cover, like all other humans did, and he would see 'Nosolee's plasma rifle right in his face, about to vaporize his face. If he didn't 'Nosolee would simply lob a plasma grenade to vaporize him anyway. Victory was assured. He had just decided to throw the grenade, just to be careful, when a voice called out from the room beside him.
"I'll give you to the count of ten to get your dirty, stinking posterier out my office." The voice was laced with venom and contempt. 'Nosolee wheeled toward the sound and opened fire. The human architecture in front of him disintegrated. When he was satisfied he had eliminated the threat, he stopped, and turned back to the human. Incredibly, he heard the voice once more.
"One! Two! TEN!" Bullets exploded from the source of the voice as it laughed maniacly. 'Nosolee panicked and dived behind a table, his rifle clattering to ground. When the gunfire was over, 'Nosolee peeked up over the table. Right into the barrel of his plasma rifle, with Jim at the handle. Jim dropped the remote, and pulled the trigger.
"Here they come again!" Someone screamed out of the smoke, and two-hundred and thirty-nine Battle Rifles opened up. Corporal Tanner's Rifle remained silent. He scanned the dark smoke, looking for potential survivors attempting to flee from the current wave of Covenant.
None got even close to the hastily-made camp of the remains of Gamdon VI's Royal Army. All that were left of it were two-hundred fourty soldiers, pathetic compared to the once mighty force of two thousand, along with a half dozen Longsword fighters, Pelicans, and Scorpian tanks. And the 'camp defences', if you could call it that, were barely adequate. A small row of tenches, lined with outside-facing sandbags, along with a few rows of barbed wire, turrets, and the occasinal small hill for snipers, were the only defences of a rapidly expanding refugee camp.
Then Tanner saw something. Something humanoid. An Elite? Or maybe-Tanner griped his rifle tighter- a Brute. But no, out came someone stumbling out of the smoke, a plasma rifle griped in his hand. He looked like the text book example of a civilian. Hair golden blond, short, slightly stocky build. This guy probably hadn't seen a day of real hardship until today, and he showed it. The guy turned around and fired back into the smoke, running backwards. Tanner looked over and saw, that in their desperation, the soldiers next to him were going to shoot at the human as if he was Covenant.
"Don't shoot! DON'T SHOOT!" Tanner yelled and climbed over the sandbags and vaulted over the barbed wire. He grabbed hold of the guy, who was still firing. The man jumped visibly and turned to fire, then he saw Tanner was human. He seemed to realize that Tanner meant to help, and followed his hand gestures toward the opening in the defenses, and they both ran like hell well the soldiers in front covered their less than dignified retreat.
When they finally reached the safe line with the rest of the refugees, Tanner turned to the man.
"Who are you? And how the hell did you get that rifle without becoming part of the Covenant?!" Tanner demanded.
"The name's Jim." Jim said. "The rest...well, it's a long story."
"It sure as hell must be. Go get yourself pathced up and come help us with the defense when you're ready. If a single man could remove an Elite of it's weapon, lets see what you can do with a gun."
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