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Old Memories, Forgotten Weaknesses, New Strengths
Posted By: AlphaBravo343<e.moeller3@verizon.com>
Date: 30 March 2003, 4:15 AM
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Platoon A stood in front of the triangular door, now unlocked and silently began to move into the large, spacious, chamber. Seargent first-class Michael Goddard swept his MA5B assult rifle swiftly to the left and right, then motioned for the rest of the squad to move in. The marines had been on installion 02 for roughly three weeks, once again fighting a covenant onslaught, and somehow, 'they' had been released on this installation also. Except this time, they didnt have the Master Chief with them, it was the UNSC's finest, against its worst fears. Sweat beaded down his face as he nervously, yet calmly, kept his eye on the door to his left.....then it started to burst outward. "Marines!, lock and load, here they come!" And they did come, like a flood, the deep rumbling of his squad's rifles rang in his ears, his own rifle growing hot in his hands as he held down the trigger......and cooling as it ran dry. "NNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" screamed watkins as he was overwhelmed and his voice became muffled. The small creatures were winning. One by one, the members of his squad fell, and he slowly retreated, screaming as he unloaded a hail of burning lead into the small creatures. The door opened behind him, an escape from this nightmare. "SARGE!!!!!, DONT LEAVE ME!!!!!!", yelled his corporal, who happened to be his brother, "MIKE, PLEASE!!!!" He turned and sprinted out of the installation into the night, shadowed by the foreign planet looming in the heavens above the ring. Tears ran down his face as he called for evac, and he contemplated killing himself in the pelican. He raised the pistol in his shaking hands......no
no....
"no", He said, nodding out of his dark memories. Here he was again, in front of the same door, that led to the same chamber. But this time it was on a different installation, and his men were well suited for the genocide that would ensue. Three years ago, the UNSC funded a project to develop combat armor for the Marines. Black, with the same basic design as the MJOLNIR battle artmor, with the exception of the helmet. The helmet retained the same basic shape as it had on the old marine armor. All this, and the armor was sheilded. The door silently slid open, and his team swept into the room again, and he eyed the door on his left again, and it began to burst outward.
"Thats right, straigt into hell you bastards" he said, grinning beneath his Black helmet. And they came forth from the abyss from which they derived, and straight into the abyss they were sent again. They silently and efficiently destroyed wave after wave of the small beasts. Twenty-two minutes later, they stopped flowing from the seemingly bottomless holes in the small rooms.
"Clear", he spoke over the comm channel
"Roger that Seargent, the demolitions crew is on its way" said the Commander with a tone of wonder in his voice
"Copy that, Goddard out" he said. Surveying the carnage he couldn't help but feel remorse, and pain for his brother lost to these demons, but his squad, appropriatley named the 'Archangels'avenged his death and the death of many a hundred times over. And as the demolitions crew began sealing the spawning pits, he couldn't help but be amazed at how the tables had turned.
In the battles that ensued after the UNSC effectivley repelled the invasion attempted on earth, the marines with their enhanced battle armor had gained a reputation that was almost as noteworthy as the SPARTAN-IIs. They had single handedly repelled invasion forces on colonies and fought the Covenant with fierce, uninhibitted tenacity. And the Covenant now feared them like they feared the SPARTANS.
"Marines, saddle up and prepare for dustoff, we're headed for the control room" said captain Washington
"Copy that sir, Goddard out" He turned to his squad, lifted his visor and instructed them to do so also.
"Alright listen up, this is it, our fight for the control room. We're heading to the command center for some rest. Then we move out at 0600 and we retake the control room by 0900 and no later"
"Sir, yes sir!" the said in unison
"Good, now double time iout of the installation and into the pelican at the rv point"
"Sir, yes sir!" they said again as they stormed out of the chamber, weaving through the technicians and demolitions experts. But private Alderman stayed behind, seeing the haunted look on the sarge's face.
"Something wrong sarge?", he asked
He looked at Alderman, saw the caring look in his eyes. He hadn't changed in this war. He hadn't seen the death and despair the sarge had. "Do you have family Alderman?"
"A wife and son.....why?" He looked confused
"Have you lost any family in this war?", he queried.
"Yes, my parents and grandparents were on earth in Seattle when the Covenant nuked the city" He looked at the ground
"Then you know what we are fighting for", he said placing his hand on Aldermans shoulder, "I lost my wife and three kids on Liberty VIII, and my brother on installation 02"
Alderman looked at him, feeling an almost parental symathy coming from the sarge.
"Alright, enough of the gushy stuff, get your ass topside"
"Sir, yes sir!" he said turning and jogging out of the chamber
to be continued...
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