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The Adventures of Lt. Jake, Part One
Posted By: Hunter_Killer<jlp8118@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 24 July 2003, 4:22 PM
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0900 Hours, 28 November, 2559
Planet Alpha Centauri 3
Pelican Dropship, en route to Dante City
1st Class Lieutenant Jake Williams frantically struggled with the flight stick, trying to keep the damaged Pelican Echo 725 under control, as two banshees trailed it.
Sparks shot out of a nearby console, hitting his Co-Pilot, Rick McDouglas. He screamed in pain, as he was burned.
A bolt of Plasma smashed into the Pelican, rocking it.
Jake grunted. This was too much to take in at once. "Medic!" Yelled the Pilot, and a Marine Medic entered the Pilots' Compartment, and began to treat Rick.
"Hey," Came a Marine in the Passenger's Compartment's Voice, "What's going on, Lieutenant?"
"We're under attack," Said Jake to the Marine.
An alarm went off, and lights flooded the Pilot's Compartment with red light. They were about to crash!
Jake desperately fought with the controls as he remembered he had to bring it in soft, not just for him, but also for the Pelican load of Marines flying with him. Suddenly, his screen said:
Time Until Impact:
00:05
"Brace for impact!" He yelled.
"Shit..." Said a Marine, and a second later, the Craft hit the ground, and Jake blacked out.
When Jake regained his vision, he was not in the Pelican. He was on a grassy hillside, with the Pelican on top.
It was wrecked, and on fire.
Jake looked around, to find his answer. He had been hurled out of the cockpit, into the hillside. In the process, he had lost his emergency radio. But, he still had his Med-Kit, Rations(Why couldn't I lose those instead? Thought Jake.), and his trusty MD6 Pistol Sidearm.
He also had two clips of Un-damaged Ammo for it, and shoved one into the Pistol. On his helmet Visor, he saw crosshairs, and ammo counters. On the other side of it, the HUD showed his Vital Signs.
He waved the Pistol around, and caused the crosshairs to move.
Excellent. Works perfectly.
The first time the full visor helmet was used, was for the SPARTAN Program. Then, SPARTAN IIs inherited it. Now, the UNSC was giving out helmets to the Pilots of the Support Craft, like Longswords, or Scorpion IIs(Lighter, faster flying versions of the Ground Vehicle ), or even Pelicans.
Suddenly, he heard movement.
One... whatever it was, was gona round the Pelican soon.
Jake pointed his pistol at the side where whatever was there was going to emerge, and his finger wrapped over the trigger...
Sergeant Kelso, a British Marine on the Pelican, readied his M33 Automatic Rifle to fire, and slowly advanced...
Kelso rounded the bend, and was looking strait down the barrel of an MD6.
"Wait!" He said, "UNSC! Don't Shoot! Don't Shoot!"
Jake lowered his Pistol. "Ah... glad to see you made it."
"Yah, and your driving didn't exactly help," Said the Sergeant.
They both smiled. Although technically, Navy Officers outranked Army, they were also sort of the same class, in each other's book.
"Were there any other Marines that survived?" Jake's face became serious.
"Me," Said a voice, and a Marine limped around the bend. He had lost his helmet, and had several burns on his face. He carried an Assault Rifle, also with it's share of burns. "1st Class Private Aaron Mace, reporting!"
"Well," Said the British Marine, "We'd best get moving to Dante City, and find an Evac Dropship."
"Sir," Said Aaron, "That City's a combat zone, real hot one too!"
"Well, Marine," Said Sergeant Kelso, "Didja join to fight aliens, or didja join to stay in the nice, comfy Barracks?"
"Sir!" Aaron replied, "I signed up to kick Covenant ass, sir!"
"That's the spirit, now let's go!" And the three started off, and shortly coming to an abandoned UNSC Base.
"Whoa," Commented Jack, "you Marines don't clean house very well after ya leave. Look!"
He pointed, and there were a line of Warthogs, all nice and neat.
"We can use one of those to get to Dante!" Commented Aaron, and they approached.
Newa, a Red Veteran Grunt, smelled something... Human.
He ran over to a Blue Elite, the quad commander, and several Jackals.
"Excellency!" The Elite turned around.
"What do you want, Grunt?"
"Humans draw near!"
One of the Jackals said, "Ha! And what would a gas-sucker know?"
"Silence, Fuam. Even if he is a Grunt, Grunts have exceptionally good noses."
He made ready to throw a Plasma Grenade around the bend, and three Humans came from it.
Jake rounded a corner, and saw a squad of Covenant warriors!
Before he could do anything, a Plasma Grenade stuck to his chest, and started to begin the three second countdown...
The Two Marines dived out of the way, and the third second was up...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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