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Death (part 3)
Posted By: Duckfoot<120832000@turton-high.bolton.sch.uk>
Date: 26 November 2003, 3:55 PM
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The bright white light entered my eye. There was a shadow over me. The scorching sand made my back scream out in agony. There was a blurred image of a face in front of my eye. It all flooded back to me. The mission. The ship. The crash. I sat up with a jump, then, unable to support the sudden weight, my body collapsed onto the desert floor again.
A cool liquid splashed over my sunburnt face, and I opened my eyes.
" Sir, the crash..."
There was no need to finish that sentence. I raised my right hand weakly, signalling for him to stop. The limp body of Louise Fright was in a terrible state. She was obviously dead. Even from this distance, you could see the terrible injuries she had sustained in the crash. There was a large spike of metal protruding from the now destroyed pelican. It went right through the body of Louise. Blood still dripped from the fresh corpse. From what I heard from my crew, Frank Jones had also been killed in the crash.
"Is the warthog good?"
"Yeah."
The mood was sober and quiet. The entire crew buried the bodies, and then went to work excavating the warthog from the wreckage. When it was done, we all managed to fit on, all in complete silence.
The only noise was the steady roar of the engine. The wheels gripped on the loose sand and sent it flying from the rear of the vehicle. The sun was setting on the horizon, and the entire crew stared at the red orb, silently paying a tribute to the person who had guided us to this planet.
We reached the base at midnight, the spotlights easily picking us out from the bland desert floor. The twin doors swung open as we reached the entrance, and the marines inside broke away from a path. Warthog escorts then led us to the vehicle hangar, which was filled with more warthogs and a few Scorpions. We stopped at the large doors at the end and piled out.
We entered the command room to unwelcoming stares from the command crew there. The curious eyes of some of the younger crew scanned our party. The only stare that did not have a suspicious expression was the commander.
"Lieutenant!"
"Colonel!"
The stony expression of Colonel Johns broke into a smile as my eyes met his. We had been at marine college together, and we were best friends ever after. That was until about three years ago, when he just kept getting promoted, and it was harder and harder to keep contact.
"Where's Louise and Frank?" He asked, his sharp eyes scanning the group that had just entered.
Silence was all he received in return, and he got the message.
"Well...we've sorted out plans of the covenant ship, and there's a Pelican waiting for you in the aircraft hangar. Armoury is on the second floor, and vehicle hangar is on fourth." He said, with a glazed over look in his eyes.
" Where do we get food?" I enquired
"Seventh floor," he answered. Just then a man ran up behind him and whispered something into his ear. He stiffened and his eyes widened.
"Lieutenant. We need you to get down to third floor. A man has been found dead..."
He did not have time to finish, as a marine by the door suddenly flew through the air, landing in two pieces on the floor in front of us. From the position where the man was a few seconds ago came an unmistakable roar and a flare of plasma. A camouflaged covenant elite.
The elite's path was easy to see. The glowing sword of plasma flew through the bodies of crewmen left and right. Several lifeless corpses hit the floor before anyone could react, but when they did, such a lethal volley of bullets hit its unshielded body that there was not much left to examine when it was dead.
"Thermal" I said to my crew. We all reached behind our heads and brought forward our goggles. The room seemed clear, the crew who were left alive in a bright red, and the remaining parts of the elite a rapidly fading green.
"To the armoury!" I shouted, and my men sprinted out of the room and down the corridor. I heard gunshots, and followed them, stopping to lock the door to the command room, so that nobody could get in.
It was all a mess. Elite blood was splattered all over the walls, and there were human bodies scattered around the floor, blood dripping from their lifeless corpses. My team were stood still, watching the motionless elite bodies carefully through their thermal vision.
"Move out!" I shouted, and instantaneously all of my team stood up and sprinted forward. We ran to the door that showed the symbol for an armoury, and I typed in my personal code, and the door swished open.
There was movement inside. There was nothing there, yet I saw movement. I flipped down my thermal goggles, and I saw the source. The covenant elites were crowded around a body. A human body. We opened fire on them before they even had a chance to react. Their limp bodies sprawled on the floor. I headed towards the body that the elites were crowded around. It was bloated and misshapen. There were lumps running up and down its body. The now lifeless face still held an image of extreme pain. I turned away.
We took as much ammo as we could carry, and then went to the hangar. The hangar was deserted.
"This isn't good..." John Smith murmured.
"Sir...I know this isn't the time but...I have a really bad stomach ache." Alexander moaned
"You're damn right." I said.
"I choose that one." Christopher said. I followed his gaze, and I saw the one of the new Puffin dropships. It had two chainguns, and a missile rack underneath its stubby wings. The streamlined shape and special engine allowed it to travel for short distances underwater. It had room for up to fourteen passengers.
"We'll have that one." I muttered quietly.
A few minutes later, we blasted off from the deserted hangar into the blackness outside.
~#Authors note#~
Hi. I was just wondering if anybody wanted me to make cliffhangers at the end of the parts. Oh, If anybody asks about how tall I am ONE MORE TIME I will personally shoot them. Or something like that.
~#End of note#~
P.S. don't put P.S.'s on your comments. It pisses me off.
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