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The Last Encounter: Chapter Two: The Battle of Endoria Fields
Posted By: Jessica and romac1991<flirtychickenjessica11@hotmail.com>
Date: 16 July 2004, 7:20 AM
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1356 Hours November 9, 2552 (Military Calendar)/
6 Clicks outside of HighCom, Sydney, Australia
Earth
The Battle of Endoria Fields
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile. -"Henry V"-William Shakespeare-
A purple veil was pulled over Earth, as thousands upon thousands of purple crafts descended menacingly upon the Blue Planet. A worldwide darkness spread like a plague, as a faint purple tint now replaced Earth's magical blue skies. Thousands of flashes lit up the purple Earth, as Stationary MAC cannons sprayed their white hot slugs at the purple mass bearing down on them. The sky was now a mixture of purple specks, and white-hot streaks. Yet even as hundreds of Dropships fell and crashed into the ground, thousands more slipped through the web of fire being laid out. Dropships reached ground level, and the Invasion began.
In the darkness, six hundred figures stood side by side, on a dusty field in Australia. Everyone nervously eyed the dozens of Dropships that touched down three clicks from there. Two Spartans looked over their men; they had to do something.
Each and every single man in the army that stood there, on Endoria Fields, was to be judged on the very spot they stood. Some of the men stood shaking, afraid of the fate now approaching them. Although not a single man said a word, the Spartans could feel it, these men were afraid. Antoine spotted a lone quivering man, and approached him.
"Soldier! What is your name?!" Antoine yelled.
"Pr...Prrivate Wiilkins, Sir." The Private barely managed to spit it out.
"Are you afraid soldier?" Antoine said, as he looked him in the eyes.
He looked away.
Spartan 324 Antoine grasped Spartan 376-Melissa's hand. They stood in front of the army, looking into each man's eyes. Antoine thought of something to say, something, anything to inspire these men to fight for their planet. He then remembered reading something by a famous playwright. Antoine stepped forward, and looked up and down the ranks and rows of the men. He raised a hand, and the men grumbled. He then spoke.
"Men. Although I am not good with words, I do remember a speech, a speech someone wrote before to inspire troops. In almost the same situation, outnumbered and out of spirits. He wrote:
This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."
Men thought and contemplated those words, and finally understood. The men grew louder, then someone yelled,
"We fight for Earth!" A cheer erupted from the lines and men raised their weapons and yelled.
Antoine smiled; he had inspired his men.
"Will you let them have Earth!?" Antoine yelled with vigor.
"NO!" The men yelled with a renewed spirit.
"And any Covenant, who shall survive this battle, will shudder at the thought of it. How we fought to the very bloody end, how we shed our blood as well as theirs, upon this lonely field, and how we made them pay with their lives, if they wanted Earth." Antoine yelled.
A cheer of approval erupted and all through the land, miles away, townsfolk quivering in fear heard the joyous uprising booming through the country, and were filled with a new hope. As the cheering boomed, a faint roaring sound grew in the distance, not heard by the Marines.
A kilometer away, a Covenant army of a few hundred charged. A few marines perked their heads up, and fell silent. The marines stared down the Covenant army. The two Spartans then turned around to face the oncoming Covenant.
"Men! We are between them and HighCom. We cannot fail!" Antoine said with his back to his men.
The large army cleared into view, and Elites could be spotted. The army reached the edge of Endoria Fields, and the Marines raised their weapons. Dust kicked up as the gap between the armies closed.
And through the chaos of the purple tinted sky, and the flashes infecting the Earth, a proud army stood strong.
Melissa stepped towards Antoine, and wrapped her arms around him gently. He put his arm on her armored back and rubbed it lovingly. Melissa then broke away, and raised her battle rifle.
"Men! Open Fire!" Antoine aimed his own gun, and jammed the trigger down.
Yellow flashes erupted from the human side, and empty cases littered the ground. Bullets hammered the charging Covenant and shields flared. Roars sounded and boomed through the dark valley. Plasma exploded out of the Covenant side and impacted on the human side. Marines fell to the ground in agonizing pain.
The Covenant got within meters of the army.
"Keep firing!" Antoine yelled. The men still laid out a wall of fire.
"Now CHARGE!" Antoine and Melissa, guns blazing ran forward leading the charge with plasma whizzing by them. The Marines stampeded forward with a fire in their eyes and determination in their hearts. Countless marines fell down holding gaping holes in their chests.
The Covenant and the Human sides were set to a collision course as both armies bravely charged forward. The two armies did not slow speed as they slammed into each other. Still firing, some Elites flew back, after having a clip of Assault Rifle hammered in their chest.
A melee broke out as the armies were mixed in a huge clump. Hundreds of Elite and Marine fights broke out.
Antoine slammed the butt of his Battle Rifle into an Elites temple and knocked it out. It fell to he ground as Antoine sent a three round burst into it's skull. Antoine jammed down his trigger, and bullets were spit out at an oncoming Elite. It was clotheslined by the hammering of the bullets.
Marines were no match for Elites in hand to hand, but the odds were dropped to negative after many Elites activated Plasma Swords. Antoine had to act quickly.
"Men! Regroup." Antoine ran to a spot thirty meters from the Elites. The marines broke out of combat and dashed to Antoine. Some were shot in the back as they ran in vain. Melissa did a quick count of men, about seventy-five left.
The Golden Sword Elites ran after their pray and charged at the human cluster.
"FIRE!" The seventy-five Marines opened fire upon the Elites. Bullets bounced off the angry Elites as they charged on. Dozens fell, but it still wasn't enough. The Elites reached the humans, and swung their mighty swords. Plasma ripped through Marines as they were sent flying. The Marines broke ranks as they fired at the golden giants that bore down in front of them.
Antoine set his sights on a charging Elite, and blew its brain out through the back of its head with a well placed burst from his Battle Rifles. A light clicking sound was heard as a round object rolled by Antoine and Melissa. Antoine looked up and saw the dead Marine that had dropped it. Antoine grabbed Melissa and dived away. THUMP! The grenade detonated and caught the Spartans in mid air, they were sent flying into the air and landed on the ground in a heap.
With the Spartans gone, the Marines started to fall, but not easily. The Marines fought to the very end, and took many Elites with them.
Antoine and Melissa got up and saw before them what remained of the army. Twelve Elites remained, and advanced on the Marines. Three Marines stood, firing into the Elites until they were cut into pieces. But what the Elites didn't see, was a human crawling on the ground picking something off the ground. When they did spot him however, a little quivering ball on the ground, he showed his true spirit. As they advanced, this man stood with a grenade in his hand, and dozens more at his feet. The Elites ganged up on him and raised their swords.
As the man stood, and primed his grenade, Antoine saw that it was Private Wilkins, the scared marine. With hands shaking, and eyes burning, Wilkins shouted out a cry, a cry which was heard throughout the land, and rang through the ears of the Covenant.
"For EARTH!" Wilkins screamed. There was a THUMP! Followed by a dozen more, as a fireball rose up twenty meters and engulfed the area around the Marine.
All was quiet on that dusty field, as the smoke cleared, and the dust settled. Not a single Elite nor Marine remained on Endoria Fields. All that remained of the brave Marine was a crater in the ground, filled to the top with pieces of flesh and blood.
Antoine and Melissa got up, and looked at the scene. Marines lay dead with as many as ten Elites surrounding them. Flesh still sizzled all up and down Endoria Fields. The field was stained with blue and red blood, and bodies were littered everywhere.
So much bravery in these young hearts, so much love for their planet, so much love for their race. Antoine knew, that these men would be, now and forever, eternal heroes forever remembered.
Antoine stood up, and removed his helmet. Melissa stood up, took off her helmet, and leaned against Antoine. Antoine kissed her beautiful head, and quietly mourned for these soldiers.
Melissa looked up at her man, and stared tenderly in his eyes. She inched forward, and kissed the man she loved so dearly.
"Melissa, we should head back to HQ, there's really nothing we can do."
Melissa nodded tenderly, and hugged him. They both turned around, and walked away. Endoria Fields stood silent, stained with blood and anguish, no one would forget The Battle of Endoria Fields.
Antoine looked back one last time at that field, and quietly said to himself:
"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother..."
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