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Shell Shock-chapter 3
Captain Ellis'
Mission clock:
0430 T-418 combat outpost
Jacob Ellis had no idea every last marine in Engineering was dead. The commando Elites were already there, their A.I. construct disabling commands. "Ensign, why aren't we moving?" Ellis barked. "Sir, communications to Engineering is down!" Lieutenant Wolfgang called. The Elites had already killed the crew that had attempted to check the engine room.
'Mornazee, the commando Elite leading the assault, fired a quick blast from the plasma rifle into the wounded marine's head. The Elite chuckled to himself and handed one more charge to the Elite near him. "Field Master 'Fasamee to 'Mornazee, hurry up in there, the humans are advancing, my assault squad is all but dead. Detonate that ship, now!" Mornazee knew Fasamee would sacrifice himself for the sake of the mission, he knew that when bullets echoed in the transmission. Then the unexpected happened. A large squad of marines burst into the room firing assault weapons. Two of his kin were hit and fell from the overhang 50 plus feet above the floor. Mornazee held up his rifle and fired, only wounding one trooper. "Nooooo!" he screamed. Unfortunately for him that drew attention to himself. One of the humans grinned smugly and fired a burst to his stomach. The Elite felt the wind being pushed out of him. He was still standing though, his silver armor revealing three pocks from the 7.62mm rounds. The human fired again and yet another of his brethren fell. 'Mornazee's claws gripped the detonator tightly, holding it high in the air; his plasma rifle flared killing two humans. The Elite clenched the device harder, threatening death to all aboard the Samurai. Four humans focused their fire on the alien, 'Mornazee felt the slugs tear through him, and death followed. Una 'Kamazee saw his leader fall under a sheet of human projectiles. One of his Elites took a blast to the chest which forced him off the drop. The alien screamed as his body shattered hitting the floor. 'Kamazee fired against a door control panel and forced it open. A narrow corridor laid ahead, three marines popped through the opposite door. 'Kamazee's rifle read 13% and it was overloading violently, just as death was centimeters away, a plasma grenade slaughtered the fire team. 'Kamazee sighed and ran past their bodies, picking up his master's detonator. Bullets sprayed across the deck as the Elite and three of his kin blew through a door, killed two crewmen and entered a direct lift to the launch bays.
Staff Sergeant Danny Heath fired upon the covenant en masse; these fools weren't advancing but clearly waiting for something. Two dropships full of marines had landed minutes ago, now a full fledged battle lay underway. Four Elites emerged from a service corridor far below. Danny called in, "Kill them, kill them! They're the ones that the dropships are waiting for, FIRE!"
Two Elites to the right of Una dropped headless, the last one; 'Tobasee, was cut down by a combined effort from two marine Sergeants. 'Kamazee felt a few rounds punch him in the back, his shields died and he fell to the ground. Una saw the dropships rising up, he tried to scream but his communications links were dead. His right arm was blown off from the elbow down, with the detonator just out of reach. "All fire team sergeants, spare as many men as you can and get to the ground battle." The ship's A.I. said. Four pelican crafts swooped down and Danny led his squad in. The ship elevated and jetted down towards T-418.
'Kamazee felt a growing sense of victory as his left hand reached the detonator. He had completed his mission and would be welcomed into paradise. His claw clamped the arming trigger and felt a large rumble as he and everyone else aboard was engulfed in a gigantic explosion.
Danny felt a strong jolt as the Samurai close behind threw the troopship down forcefully. Tyrell fired another burst from his assault rifle and looked up in horror to see the human ship explode. Unfortunately the ship was still intact and crashed into the south dock. Again Ty looked up; his eyes widened and leapt out of the way. The UNSC dropship plummeted into an entire assault team of covenant. Three marines followed by seven more bailed out firing. Danny adjusted his HUD to his liking and followed close behind Sergeant Fitzgerald. "Sir, west side is secure!" a marine called. A strange twist felled all of the marines to their feet. "What the heck was that?" Borne called. "Don't know, let's get in side, move it!" Davidson ordered. Inside the station was complete chaos, covenant assault teams were scattered thin and the marines had no trouble with them. The problem was three quarters of the south bay was gone. Danny Heath led his squad into a corridor after passing a locked door.
The Sergeant walked cautiously along the way. A strange blue blinking was etched into the dark corridor. Private O'Neil headed towards it as the flickering grew faster... closer he came until a long beep echoed. The marine took one more step and trigger the proximity. Danny watched in terror as O'Neil and the four marines in front of him were engulfed and the blue-white explosion, the blast sucked him in and the men behind him.
"Holy Crap!!!" Scott yelled as the charred remains of Sergeant Heath's squad lay stationary. "All crew and soldiers, evacuate immediately. The station won't hold." Someone said over the comm. "Come on we gotta move now!" Fitzgerald ordered.
The marines were forced to fight the long battles outside as well. Assault rifles barked and chattered while marines attempted to push the menace back. Fitzgerald clenched the trigger, Elites and a few Grunts falling before his hail of bullets. A heavy gun opened up behind him. Scott had his SAW gun out and was mowing the covenant down like bad weeds. Pelican troopships swooped in, their 70mm guns transforming the aliens into paste. "Move it marines!" a company Sergeant barked. The leathernecks began filling the pelicans to the brim...marines and crewmen alike. Plasma whirred through the air and hit a marine in the throat. Pelicans roared away from the station. Marines began dying in larger numbers. Barnes was back in action and firing his shotgun. "There's our dropship, hustle marines!" Davidson yelled over the team freq. The marines slid in next to the remainder of Jeremy Ryan's squad: Shifty and Stocks. Finally Tyrell took his seat, "Floor it!" Shifty yelled to the cockpit.
Dante 'Fasamee found a promising target in a navy crewman. He pushed on the studs and the man dropped. Kayup, a cowardly Grunt clung to his leg. 'Fasamee pried him off and was tempted to stick a grenade to his head and let him run for the humans... so he did. "No-o-o, nooooo! He yelled but Dante had already pitched him into a collection of marines. 'Fasamee smiled victoriously when he heard the explosion. Two scarlet armored Elites set the survivors to the grave. A Banshee lay with its pilot standing guard, 'Fasamee adjusted his camouflage setting and climbed aboard. Minutes later the station was engulfed in licking flames.
Tyrell and the other marines aboard were jolted and rattled severely and all lost sight of what was ahead of them...
To be continued?
By: Myth
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