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Shell Shock
-Chapter 2
By: Myth
Tyrell saw his squad up ahead and sprinted there. Davidson blew a Jackal off its feet. The lieutenant spun and fired the shotgun from his shoulder, then alternating to his hip. Borne and Scott worked together and mowed down a few stragglers. Jones lay on the freeway, which was now covered in wrecked vehicles and bodies. A wing of Banshees with a brace of Ghosts to match, hovered and flew through the borders of the city, Phantoms, Wraiths and troopships made an unfortunate arrival. Ryan, Stocks and Schneider ran into the perimeter. "WE HAVE TO LEAVE NOW!" Jones screamed, running down a staircase. Fitzgerald's motion tracer went wild, red contacts appeared and the yellow ones began to be eliminated. "All right boys lets get the heck outta here!" Davidson ordered. The marines sprinted through the edge of the city, and then were confronted by a Ghost. The concentrated fire of the marines, the Elite fell from the Ghost helplessly. Several Grunts crouched into a gully. Tyrell let his assault rifle eat them up with the armor piercing rounds. Fitzgerald pushed exhaustion out of his mind while they approached the battle plain, still littered with corpses. A Banshee got the zero on their location and fired the plasma upon them. The trees lay ahead, but they weren't close enough. Two rocket launcher-wielding leathernecks from another squad knelt and took aim. The first was killed by a lance of plasma and the second fired his tube. The alien craft then ceased to exist. The clearing ahead held three pelican troopships. Two were full and Tyrell and his men filed into the last one. Delta 246 elevated and sprang ahead. Tyrell saw the city's combatants, humans and covenant alike run from the city as a mini cruiser fired upon the area, completely glassing it.
Dante 'Fasamee walked throughout the interior of his ship. The Ship Master and the Field Master were arguing about the death of friendly troops in the glassing of the city. 'Fasamee continued through the bridge to a pair of Brutes, who were talking in a tongue Dante never bothered to learn. He made his way to the scientific department, which harbored two Flood infection forms, and one ex-Elite and an infected human. All of which were supposedly dead. They were suspended on anti grav canisters and the room was guarded by two Brutes, their machetes at ready. 'Fasamee prodded the infection form and made the short trip to the lift. The lift descended to the armory and the depots. The Elite cycled through a security arch, which removed his dress golden armor and his black combat armor fit into place. His fellow lower classes Elites were clad in the new grey-green battle suits. All of the aliens saluted, a closed fist directed towards him. "Remoecadoc de tion sgera Gera saoe zaa jock." 'Fasamee said in their own tongue. The Elites cheered at the sound that they were chosen for a holy mission. The warrior class of 20 highly trained Elites, selected various weapons from the armory racks. 'Tomazee and three other Elites chose fuel rod guns, four others took needlers, two possessed the extended range plasma sniper rifle, and the others donned plasma rifles and energy lances.
Delta 246 flew past Alpha Base and through the atmosphere towards T-418 combat outpost, which was mostly made up of space docks, but the interiors were that of a standard UNSC cruiser except much, much larger. The station was in orbit and was now very close to the moon. Tyrell secured his helmet and adjusted his vacuum suit. 246 touched down on a platform near the Samurai, which was surprising in good shape. Fitzgerald ambled across the catwalk, his MA5B resting over his shoulder. A Warthog skidded across a docking bay far below. Tyrell walked to the rest of his team and then continued inside.
Two hours later a covenant cruiser staged an assault. Attack pods slammed onto the docking bays, Jackals and Grunts in environmental suits fired upon marines. After the marines worked together, killing every covenant in sight, the battle appeared to be over. Then came the Elites. Tyrell knelt down and fired a sustained burst into the lead alien. The armor piecing rounds punched holes in the shields, which flared and atmosphere vented. The Elite sunk to the ground, his hand clenching his throat.
'Fasamee pasted by the suffocating figure of 'Tomazee and fired at the vacuum sealed marines. Dante took careful aim at the fusion packs on the suits. Fasamee fired his weapon, a direct hit! The human fell to the ground a mere two seconds later. Its friends helped him up but the Elite killed them both. The man with the damaged tank was forced to stay still until his oxygen drained. 'Fasamee was aiming for the next human when a series of assault weapon bursts pounded against his side. His HUD screamed, showing the various breaches in his armor. Dante winced as his blood began to leak from his suit. "Assistance! I need help now!" Fasamee ordered to two of his comrades.
Barnes lay on the deck plates, feeling suffocation nearing. His fusion pack was breached by a lucky shot and Schneider with someone else died trying to save him. His vision blurred, but he felt being picked up and slung over a shoulder. Fitzgerald carried Barnes into a vacuum sealed M.A.S.H. unit. Tyrell tossed off Barnes' helmet and the marine gasped for air. "Thanks Sarge..." he said breathing deeply. "No problem marine, now seal a temporary pack and get inside." Fitzgerald commanded. Tyrell ran outside, assault rifle raging. The Elites had been collecting Jackal shields and using them to protect their suits. But Tyrell would use their own trick against him. "Jones! Jones!" He screamed, "Aim for the backs of the Elites!" Jones nodded and fired.
Marines on the west side were catching up on the tactics, but the assault on the East side left the troopers very near a complete massacre. One Longsword fighter flew over head, seeing the flashes of assault rifles and the blue streaks of plasma. Figures appearing to be marines sent a volley of Jackhammer rockets smashing into a covenant drop craft, which killed every alien inside it. The pilot sent several controlled blasts from the MAG minis and took out a dropship with a G41 tactical rocket. Jeremy Ryan fired again and again with his captured Plasma Rifle, but more and more covenant kept materializing into the battle. O'Hannison primed a frag, but was cut down by a dropship Shade turret. Two leathernecks died in the frag's explosion. "Martin, gimme covering fire!" Jeremy ordered to one soldier. Ryan fired a successful plasma blast into a Hunter's support tank behind the shield. The massive creature fell in a few more seconds. His rifle overheated and he grabbed a MA5B and fired burst, spun and sprinted. Stocks and Borne cut down seven Grunts with their ARs. Shifty made his move and tore the helmet off a Jackal. Patterson fired and cut down an Elite. Ryan grabbed Shifty from behind, towing him into a bunker. One Warthog followed by a buddy, sped in, their 50mm guns blazing.
'Fasamee had ripped a replacement tank off a dead commando, and his seven remaining Elites concentrated their fire, mimicking the humans. Two more of the vermin fell. Dante pried a plasma rifle out of dead fingers and fired. More of the sniper rounds penetrated the lower class blue and red armored Elites. 'Fasamee sighted a human battle cruiser begin taking off. 'Fasamee called in the infiltration squadrons.
Captain Jacob Ellis stood over the control board and HUD displays. "Lieutenant Goshen, arm all heavy MAG guns, begin charging MAC cannons." Ellis ordered. "Aye sir!" Goshen replied. "Ensign Franks, give me 45% on bow thrusters, 25% on port." Jacob barked. "Aye, aye sir!" He said. The Samurai broke from the dock.
Little did Jacob Ellis know...covenant infiltration teams were already inside. Twenty-seven cloaked Elites were plotting the humans' downfall. Unfortunately, the human ship had departed without notice, and its cotangent of marines was a mere 65, 17 in engineering and the rest scattered throughout the ship.
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