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Blue Squad London; Part One
Posted By: Tin Can Man<david@tbex.com>
Date: 19 July 2005, 10:33 am
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The Warthogs sped along the streets. Everyone was silent, constantly keeping an eye out for Covenant. Suddenly, the sound of gun fire met Maine's ears.
"What's that?" whispered Pvt John Nebett.
"Sounds like a fight," Maine whispered back. Then the sound of multiple rocket explosions filled the air. "A pretty big one by the sound of it."
"All right Marines!" Shouted Mckenzie over the sound of the battle, "Listen up! We're going to check out this battle and provide assistance as is needed! Maps show there are numerous vehicle blockades set up in a last ditch effort, so we won't be able to take the 'Hogs with us! Let's go!"
Blue Squad crept through the rubble of fallen buildings, lurking in shadows and keeping behind cover at all times. They entered a small building, through a hole that had been caused by grenades or perhaps a rocket.
"Split up into pairs and check the building!" bellowed Mckenzie (some what unnecessarily) into the comm unit. Suddenly the floor shook.
"What the hell was that!" spat Garland.
"An earthquake?" enquired Nebett.
"Can't be! Britain isn't near any fault lines!" Said Vance
"Then what- Oh My God!"
"SCARAB! GET TO COVE-"
But Mckenzie's words were cut off by a plasma bolt in the chest. The superheated plasma melted through his armour killing him almost instantly. "SERGEANT!" screamed Garland "OPEN FIRE!" he screamed, through the comm system, "TAKE THEM OUT! KILL 'EM ALL!" he screamed hysterically. The sergeant had been his friend, and all reason had left his mind. He wanted revenge. Even if it cost him his life.
A barrage of plasma fire forced Maine to roll behind a piece of wall. Dust and plaster coated his armour, causing him to cough and splutter as it entered his airways.
"Nebett? Vance? Do you guys copy?"
"Loud and clear, Alex."
"All right. David, can you provide covering fire for us?"
"Yeah… But you're not seriously think of taking that thing on, are you?"
"I know it's crazy, but it's our only chance. They've got a radio blocker set up near to us, meaning we can't contact anyone further than twenty metres away."
"God man, this is messed up. But you're right about one thing. It's our only chance, unless you want to try running out there and being taken down by snipers."
Maine took a deep breath.
"As the ranking officer here, I'm taking command!" He checked his gun, then touched a piece of splintered wood for luck.
"All right. Nebett, Vance! Get upstairs with me! We'll try and get the jump on them! David, provide cover! Go Go Go! The trio of marines ran up the metal stairs. Dust fell from the ceiling as the huge Scarab moved closer to their position. Vance took out his grenade launcher and loaded it up as soon as they had reached the flat roof of the building.
"Vance!" shouted Maine, "Take careful aim and fire right into the middle of that Scarab! Take as many of them out as you can!"
Vance took aim with the launcher, his eyes squinting in concentration, and his hands slippery with sweat.
"Wait for it, wait for it…" whispered Maine into the mike,
"wait for it… Now!" he shouted.
His voice was cut out by the sudden roar of the launcher. The grenade arced gracefully through the air, then impacted with the Scarab. Bodies of Jackal's and Elite's were hurled through the air and onto the ground below.
"Everyone! Get on board!" Vance and Nebett ran to the edge of the building and jumped onto the Scarab. Maine took a step back and sprinted to the edge, performing a running jump from the edge of the building onto the Scarab's back. Pain seared through his legs, and he fell onto his stomach, his battle rifle falling out of his hands. Just then an Elite, strode onto the upper deck of the Scarab, it's head held high. It's body was clad in a elaborate set of golden armour, and in it's hand was a bright blue plasma sword. The Elite turned it's head, grinning evilly ( or as close to grinning as is possible for Elites ) as it noticed the fallen Maine.
Nebett and Vance were having troubles of their own, and didn't notice. The Elite roared, a horrible sound that chilled Maine's blood. It raised it's sword high above it's ugly, evil head. And sliced down, a powerful killing blow. Maine rolled away from the Elite just in time, rolling onto his stomach. It's sword had become embedded into the ground, missing him by mere millimetres. It gave a roar of frustration and annoyance.
Maine pushed himself onto his knees, and fumbled at the flap of his pistol's holster. The Elite pulled the sword out, and laughed at him, a laugh that said I have already won . Maine took out the pistol and aimed it at the Elite's head. The Elite began to charge. He squeezed off four shots. The Elite lunged. The sword sped forward. And into Maine's stomach. The pain was excruciating, as though some one had plunged a red hot sword into his stomach. Which was exactly what had just happened. The Elite growled, twisting the sword ninety degrees, causing more pain. His knees buckled, and he slid of the sword. Black spots were appearing in his vision, and his hands were covered in blood. His. Then it went totally, terrifyingly black.
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