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Marines are fighting this war, not Spartans-Prologue
Posted By: Spartan117<mercinary2727@yahoo.com>
Date: 12 August 2003, 7:02 AM
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PROLOGUE
2552 October 23, Pelican Dropship "Amigo" Earth Time 0430 hours. Life forms: Human
"Alright Recruits, i know Mars training has been hard for you, especially the fact that it takes a few weeks for the light to go away. but today, you become officers" Chife Donarino announced to the soldiers now ready for graduation.
This was all Second Lieutenant Michael Gillespie remembered after the destruction of reach. the Covenant have taken the outer planets, and were moving in to kill Earth. Sad really if you think about it. but Marines weren't allowed to cry. So he didn't. Instead he cocked his MA5B Assault Rifle's charging hand back, and was ready to touch down, the Covenant infected planet, "Togiro VI".
Seven hundred Pelicans, almost 90 thousand Marines, a singal Spartan. Here to wipe out the Covenant invasion. Or at least cause the most possible damaged before getting wiped out.
Right there Michael heard a huge explosion. he looked out a small viewpoint, and saw the pelican next to them exploded, he sure hoped the Spartan wasn't in that one. he had a feeling that they would need him.
"pull your charging hand back, were touching down!" the Lieutenant said.
Second Lieutenant Harold Hoy, pilot of the "Amigo" cried, "get out of my fucken ship!" and the doors opened.
a raging battle took place outside, was he the last to land? it didn't matter, all he knew was that we were going to win. With a Spartan, or without one.
He jumped out of the Pelican, and waved his men outside, he shot a barrage of thirty bullets, and rushed into the front line, and caught a glimpse of the green armored man. he looked invincible from this angle. Instead of fighting, he watched as the first battle this Marine had ever been on raged on. He watched as medics patched up the dead or wounded. He watched as people killed hundreds of Convenant a minute. He watched as the Covenant began to retreat. But what he concentrated on, was the Spartan. Did one man decide the fate of war? a feeling of fear and anger swept over him. Why do we need him? hes just one man. is he really all that important? Just as he was answering himself, just as he was going to fire, just as he was going to kill, we was shot.
There was no burning sensation, there was no black charring skin... just a bullet hole. Friendly fire. a hole two centimeters wide inside of his right shoulder. It didn't stop him from firing his weapon, he emptied his clip into a few grunts, and ran up to the Master Chife with his men.
He fired another sixty bullets into an Elite, a big starkly creature, it fell. Small explosion from the sky rang his attention, several banshees began firing apon them, but just as quickly as they came, they were shot down by the Spartan. He then realized why the Spartan was here. To win this war. Others didn't realize it, but he did, and that's all that mattered to him.
he tossed a grenade to the enemy front, and took out two black armored Elite's, and several grunts and Jackals allowing the Marine invasion force to move in and take out whatever was left.
So many dead. The Force was walking over dead bodies. Elite, grunts, Jackals, Hunters, Banshee shrapnel, Marines, Warthog humps. Every enemy or friend you had in this battle was probably dead. Yet he loved the stench of battle, the smoke of grenades, the feeling of the rumbling Assault Rifle in his hands. War was his thing. Just like the Spartan.
The more he thought about it, the more his right shoulder hurt.
"Medic!" he cried out. Five seconds later a medic appeared to the right of him, and decided to put BioFoam in the bullet wound, and put a bandage on it "good to go" he told Michael
"thanks" he replied
he and his squad had seen ten minutes of action, and they wanted more, much more. They wanted revenge on a cold platter handed out to the Covenant. And he had just the Assult Rifle to serve it to them. He rammed a magazine home, and grinned.
The Marines humped on, they had taken half of the planet with about ten thousand casualties on our side, and thirty thousand on there's. The Covenant were afraid of him. He liked that and he intended to keep it that way
Episode One Coming Soon!
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