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Death Dealers
Posted By: Havok<snayperskaya@hotmail.com>
Date: 6 October 2002, 6:16 pm
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The year is 2556, four years after the fall of Reach. In the wave of the Covenant attacks, a brave few banded together to form a resistance to combat the Covenant scourge. They fought, some died, but the survivors learned from their mistakes. They taught the newcomers everything they knew, and so they began to win more and more battles. Throughout the remaining human colonies, this band of warriors became known as the Death Dealers. The green plasma blast blazed past Arkady, blackening the skin on his face. He screamed in agony and rage, emptying the clip of his assault rifle into the elite that had popped up in front of him. The bullets took down the elite's shields and blasted through its chest armor, wounding it mortally. I screamed in agony ad Arkady slammed his rifle downward with all his strength. He heard a scream over the din of the battle. He searched for the sound. Over behind a packing crate, he saw his friend Wolfegang scream in agony, his hands clutching his leg, which was charred and blackened. Arkady raced over, emptying another clip in the general direction of the enemy. He could make out sounds of suppressing fire coming from his other brothers in arms, struggling to hold back the advancing Covenant. Before he got there, a shadow blurred toward Wolfe, brandishing a plasma sword. Arkady shouted to Wolfe to warn him, but there was no time. He pulled out his pistol and emptied ten well placed shots into the cloaked elite's head. It fell, the plasma sword deactivating as it died. As Arkady approached, he saw the wound was not as severe as it appeared to be. Yes, there was white bone showing, but modern medicine would patch that up in a matter of hours. Arkady knelt by his comrade and withdrew some Second Skin. He unwrapped it and placed strips of it on the wound. The strips helped healed the burned skin, as well as quelled the agonizing pain. Arkady patted his buddy on the back, and returned to the battle.
He reloaded his rifle and drew up next to the only female in the group, Eve. She was lightning quick, and very deadly with a sniper rifle, which she now clutched with a death grip as she picked off commanders and hunters.
"What's the situation Eve?" Arkady asked. A lot could change on the battle field in just a few minutes.
"Patrick and Villanueva are farther up, behind that wall over there," she gestured over to a crumbled wall, the remains of a school. "and Mikhail and Hodges are up by those energy shields to the left."
"Wolfe is down back behind us with a charred leg. How many covenant left?" Arkady asked
"About thirty grunts, ten jackals, and fifteen assorted elites and hunters." She squeezed the trigger again. "Make that fourteen."
Arkady acknowledged and rushed up to a clump of fallen trees. Arkady swept his assault rifle around, searching for targets. A heavy machine gun barked fire to his left, and he almost jumped out of his skin. A line of tracers floated to an elite, and ripped him in half, blood spewing from its torn body. Arkady fired a three round burst and caught a grunt in the side, wounding it. It limped away, screaming, before the tracer's fingers of death reached out and slammed it to the ground. A hunter charged at the machine gun, lowering its shield to protect itself from the hail of fire directed at it. Arkady could see its orange side from his position and opened fire. The bullets found their mark and ripped through the alien, sending it crashing to the ground.
Mikhail and Hodges rushed up to another covenant cargo crate, Hodges peeked around the corner and hastily retracted his head as a fuel rod blast flashed past. Sweat running into his eyes, he cursed and wiped the sweat away from his singed eyebrows. He hoped to his feet and spun around the edge of the crate, emptying his rifle's clip into the two hunters lurking by a pile of weapons. Most of the clip bounced off the thick armor harmlessly, but a few got though and wreaked havoc on the internal organs of the huge beasts. Three hunters fell, bleeding from multiple wounds. One of the dying hunters got a shot off. It streaked across the ground and impacted on the crate behind Hodges. The green blast knocked him to the ground. He smashed his head brutally into the ground. His vision dimmed, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
Mikhail saw his squadmate go down and smash his head. He withdrew a grenade with green tape wrapped around the pin. He yanked the pin out and hurled it at the hunters. A misty fog hissed out of the grenade. Mikhail hit the dust and covered his head with his arms. Five seconds later, a huge explosion rocked the ground. The shockwave lifted Mikhail off of the ground and tossed him ten meters. The fuel-air explosive grenade had badly injured the remaining hunters, and completely wiped out the rest of the grunts.
Arkady hopped up from his position and walked over to the injured hunters. He finished them off with bursts from his assault rifle into their exposed flesh. The bullets churned vital organs to a pulp.
"Vampire One, this is Bandit Four. Do you copy?" arkady hissed into his mike.
"Roger Bandit Four. ETA is fifteen minutes." The radio crackled.
Arkady called his men to meet him in the clearing. He surveyed the destruction around him. Another covenant base destroyed. They were drawing closer to their goal.
UNSC forces had made several important victories against the covenant, but there were not enough planets left under human control to draw substantial resources from. Bands of warriors like the Death Dealers were causing havoc behind the covenant lines, trying to buy the UNSC time to reorganize and regroup.
A pelican dropship dropped out of the darkness and settled to a landing next to a stack of covenant crates. Arkady and his men watched as several men appeared out of the ship and began shoving the crates into the dropship. A second and then a third dropped from the sky to pick up the covenant weaponry.
Presently a different object appeared in the night sky. Their ride. It was a heavily armed T-98 heavy troop transport. It glided to a halt in front of Arkady. The ramp opened and Arkady and his team tromped up the ramp and buckled into their seats. The transport lifted off and jetted off into the darkness.
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