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Episode 3- Who Said Being Human Was Easy?
Posted By: Spartan117
Date: 15 August 2003, 5:46 AM
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The Battle of Celzar Colony - Ice Planet Date: December Three (3) UNSC time: 1431 Celzar Colony Time: 1231
Sargent Major Dick Casen was a bad ass. He had a defensive line to hold and he was going to hold it. But he was surprised to see fifty Marines charging at his line with pale faces.
"Corporal Howie, how much weapons do we have available?"
"Enough for one hundred thirty-seven Marines sir." he replied lazily. Howie sighed slowly and started fiddling with his radio
Casen watched the Marines reached the line, and told them to halt " Get a weapon, your part of my platoon now!"
Howie had already set them up into neat rows. First the Assault Rifles, Shotguns next, M6D's, Sniper Rifles, Rocket Launcher, then last but definitely not least the famous MRE's.
They quickly gathered up weapons and ammo they were trained to use, made sure their gun was loaded, then picked up an MRE and began chowing down. Dick watched his loyal men and smiled
* * * *
Tamamee watched from the ice-cold ridge as the Humans reinforced their lines. He pivoted his body to Radamamee "Take your men up the middle and crush them" he said, chewing a Human substance labeled, "Winter Fresh, Double Mint" he liked the sound of that "I'll have my men in reserves"
"Yes Excellency" and ran off to complete his task. Eight Elite's came behind Tamamee "I am Iamamee, I have seen your files and am not impressed, I came here because you will need my support" Iamamee said as if he was King.
This royally pissed Tamamee of. He pulled out his Plasma pistol, shot him in the face with a charged blast, and Shoved the stubborn Elite off the cliff.
"Nobody talks to me that way" the Elite said angrily. Seven Elite's bowed.
* * * *
Cased watched as more then one hundred Covenant Soldiers rushed his defensive line. Hey keyed his old radio and Barked "all Snipers fire at will, Rocket Jockeys, wait units they're closer" He heard a few Yes Sir's then finally saw it. A Black/Sage armored Elite only knows to Covenant prisoners as "Radamamee" a human mass murder "all units, concentrate your fire on Radamamee! Repeat, hit the Black/Sage Elite!"
* * * *
Three Rounds of Sniper ammo slammed into his shield putting Radamamee on his ass. And not much could put him on his ass. He knew this was Suicide. Tamamee always said Humans were dumb, primitive, and unworthy at combat. But he was wrong.
He stood up and Continued to Charge "Fire at will!" he commanded. A barrage of plasma hit the front line. Radamamee knew humans were the better close combat fighters and usually never gave up. They may be dumb and primitive but they were the gods of the ground. They were caring, loving creatures that cared about their men. They would even die trying to save a dead man. He admired that.
Truth be told. Radamamee was honored to combat such a race
* * * *
The Covenant were feet away from the front line. Seconds away from him. He didn't have to give the fire order. Everyone was already shooting.
Casen pulled out a bayonet and shoved it though a charging Elite's armor killing him and splattering purplish-bluish slime on his face. He put the bayonet onto his Assault Rifle and began emptying his magazine into a group of Jackals. Their leader fell, but the other three held their deflective shields up, denying him the right of passage.
He didn't enjoy being denied, so he lobbed a fragmentation grenade and slaughtered the stubborn aliens. Suddenly, twelve sneaky little Grunts quickly fell in front of Casen as he reloaded.
The Grunts barked laughs. One even said "He's a dead man!" in their childish voice. A red armored Grunt barked a command when Howie ran up behind the Grunts, and hurled a barrage of sixty bullets into their childlike body.
Howie winked and gave a thumbs up when three plasma bolts slammed him in the back spreading Howies blood on the death cold snow, as if you were spreading butter on bread. Howie fell to his knees, and fell over sideways, revealing Radamamee with a smoking Plasma Rifle.
Eight Marines and a medic finished off a few Grunts and ran to help the Sargent Major. Casen stared into the eyes of Radamamee. A few Jackals came to support Radamamee. Hundreds of Marines and Covenant alike, dead, never to be heard of again, their blood spread over the ice, this part of the planet probably looked like a giant snow cone to god. And Sargent Major Dick Casen was stared death in the face.
The two hard ass's pulled their weapons up at the same time.
Casen pulled the trigger. -Click-
Radamamee fired. His weapon sputtered and died.
The Marines and Jackals fired. Nothing.
They were all out of ammo.
The Marines instinctively ripped off their bayonets from their weapons to use as knives. The Jackals charged swinging their shields as they went, trying to hit something. A Corporal Adrian Shepp ran forward to challenge the bird looking creature, pushed his shield away, and jammed his knife into the creature's eye. Purple liquid oozed out.
Radamamee began beating a Marine to death. Punch after punch. The Marine defiantly spat red blood and teeth in the Elite's face. He angrily roared as he crushed the Humans skull.
Casen jumped on the Elite's back and jammed his knife into the creature's neck. Radamamee cried in shock and pain and shook the hard ass off and retreated.
Two Jackals were left for dead. Howie, still hanging on bring his M6D pistol up, shot five rounds into the Jackals, and dropped the weapons, the weight was to great.
"How am i doing Sarge?" Howie asked in pain.
"You're doing fine boy," The Sargent said with tears in his eyes and a lump in his throat. "You're going to be ok." he continued. He wondered if he believed himself. The medic pored BioFoam onto the bleeding hole onto his back.
The medic took the Sargent to the side. "i stopped the bleeding, but he's a goner unless we can get him to Central Command post 01"
"Shepp! We got dead and wounded. Call Central Command and tell the Brass we need more men and evacuation for dead and wounded."
"Yes sir!" he shouted enthusiastically and got to work.
Casen walked back to Howie
"I'm... so cold" he whispered. Casen took off his Jacket and placed it on Howie.
"Sargent..."
"Don't talk" Casen's tears rolled down his face.
"You've always been... sort of like a father to me... "You've always been there for me..."
Casen sniffled and more tears dwelled out of his eyes "don't talk" he repeated.
"Sir!" Shepp hollered "Dropships will be here ETA 5 minutes!"
Casen looked at Howies burnt and blistered back "good" he shouted.
He looked at his raged men thirty-four left... sixty coming... not good odds "lets get our men to the LZ double time it!"
* * * *
Tamamee had watched it all. But it was mainly his fault they lost. He forgot to send his men he was too interested in the battled. He picked up a small radio and spoke "Bring down the Carrier ship"
He turned his vision towards Radamamee he had collapsed on the snow. Once again he turned. "I need two volunteers," Tamamee asked hurriedly.
One Elite in blue armor immediately stepped forward to prove his loyalty, and bowed respectfully. Another Indigo armored Elite stood forward and disrespectfully grunted.
Tamame walked at the Indigo, snapped his small neck, and tossed him off the cliff, useless, and lifelessly. "Anybody else?"
Nobody moved.
"You get up here" he continued, pointing another novice blue Elite.
He bowed respectfully. Novices always did make more loyal and more trusted soldiers. "Get down there and get him to a medical Center" he barked pointing at Radamamee
"Yes your Excellency" they said in unison, then sprinted off to their objective
* * * *
Within ten minutes reinforcements had arrived and the dropships took dead, wounded, and Covenant technology back to Central Command.
All ninety-three men had hid themselves underneath the snow, and used radio communication to communicate. To the Covenant, they were gone.
* * * *
The Carrier ship finally arrived after half an hour, leaving 6,572 Warriors, under Tamamee's Control. "I have a question that i want one of you to answer. Answer correctly, your life depends on it. Who can tell me why don't we just class the planet from above? You tell me why." He pointed to Zak the Jackal.
"Uh..." Zak said "because we don't have the necessary tools?"
Tamamee sliced the Jackal in two and kicked his dead caucus off the mountainside. "That was a question, you" he told an Elite "tell me why"
"Cause we don't have the necessary tools your Excellency!" the red armored Elite said
The Field Master laughed "Correct, great answer. You will leaded the attack to crush the Humans, what is your name Warrior?"
"my name is Uandua, your Excellency" Uandua.
"Unusual name, I like it" The Ripper said "Take Two-Thousand men."
"Right away your Excellency"
* * * *
Cason saw it. Hundred of covenants headed their way. He looked around for Shepp.
Nowhere...
"Shepp!" he cried
"Yes sir?" he replied over the radio
"Get Central Command on the line for me"
"Gotcha... Done Sir"
He heard a woman "This is Central Command, what is it Outpost 13?" she said
"We need five pelican's here in one minute unless you want a good ninety-five Marines dead." Cason informed
"I'm sorry but we cannot comply. The best we can have for you is four Pelicans."
Cason did the math eight-teen Marines was the maximum limmet to a Pelican. Each dropship would have to carry an extra five.
"We'll take four," he said quickly
"ETA three minutes" Cason set his watch. These odds were not good. He looked at the Convenient again. The aliens were extremely close now, only a kilometer away.
The Sargent Major extended his pale cold finger, dripping sweat. "Fire!" he orders "Get to the LZ!"
93 Marines emerged from the ground. Feared by enemies, and fearless. They walked backwards slowly and used clip after clip, trying to hold off the endless Covenant armada. They were true patriots that would rather die honorably, then to submit to their will. They would fight this war till they came out victorious, or fight to the bitter end of existence. But no matter what, they would fight. They would never stop fighting. They were the best.
Finally over 1,000 Covenant Warriors crossed the line.
"Lay down a base of fire!" Casen shouted fearlessly walking behind the line of crouching men. Sixteen rockets flew from unknown places. Casen watched as the Sixteen saviors destroyed parts of the enemy's lines, but those lines just filled in with more stubborn hostels. Cason looked at his watch. Thirty seconds. Suddenly from behind the icy mountains four pelican dropships touched down.
"Get inside! Now!" Casen yelled. He stood near the pelicans covering his men with the last two clips of Assault Rifle ammunition. His men entered the pelicans. Then got into one himself, no casualties yet. Three pelicans lifted off.
"Hurry up and get this piece of junk in the air goddamnit!" one soldier yelled
Another banged on the wall of the pilot "Start this fucker up you piece of shit! Get us in the goddamned air already!"
The pilot shouted angrily "I cant you pieces of shit! i have an engion failure, you fat pieces of shit are to heavy!"
The Sargent Major stepped off.
"if you step off, i step off" Adrian Shepp yelled, "get on this ship now!"
"Just tell my wife, i love her" then, as if he never excised slapped the Pelicans side, and the ship lifted off.
Sargent Major Dick Mitchell Cason was fucked. But he didn't care, he pulled out his M6D pistol, and fired wildly into the crowed accurately killing grunts. Then, he depleted his last clip. He droped his weapon on the ground. And finally, for the first time in his life. He gave up.
* * * *
Uandua was about to fire plasma into the Humans brain when Tamamee came in over the Com Link "keep him. we will find out where his friends are hiding"
"Yes excellency"
The Human looked at Uandua. He had piercing blue eyes. And looked young. But what scared him the most was that he was not afraid. And then realized these Humans would never give up. He grabbed the Human by the collier. And started dragging him back to camp.
* * * *
Sargent Major Dick Mitchell Cason was brought to a nice warm room, and was seated in a nice leather chair, in front of nice hot soup. The room was red with expensive looking artifacts and paintings that littered the wall. The atmosphere was wonderful. Was he dreaming?
No.
A huge Elite walked in and sat in front of him.
Casen tensed up.
"Relax" the Elite, said. He was not wearing armor. "I am Field Master First Class Zag Tamamee of the Covenant army. Your name is?" Tamamee was using a Translator, and Tamamee was feared, but Cason didn't show his fear. But could he sense it?
"Uh.." Cason almost forgot his own name "Sargent Major Dick Mitchell Cason." he said.
"That sounds like a high rank" Tamamee told him
"It's in the middle, not a bad pay ether." Cason said. Tamamee laughed a long disgruntled laugh that Cason didn't enjoy listening to.
"Well, I brought you here because your spirit in battle is superb" he said warmly "please, eat" Cason looked at the soup in front of him. It was Chicken and Rice, his favorite soup, how did he know? But it was steaming. Cason couldn't resist any longer. -The only way to get rid of temptation is to give in- he thought. Cason took a tiny sip with the metal spoon. Even the spoon had pretty engravings on it.
The Soup was great! They made Human food better then Human's do! And it was homemade like mom used to make. He guzzled the whole bowl down in seconds. His hungry belly couldn't handle it so fast, and he burped loudly. "Fascinating" Tamamee said impressed.
"What's the catch?" Cason asked. Any Human would know
"No catch"
"None?"
"Just enjoy yourself, we will get you past the mountains tomorrow, your the most admirable Human I have ever seen. I admire you."
Tamamee striped Cason of his cloth "take a shower we will wash these" Cason suddenly realized Tamamee was staring at his penis. "Hey!" he said covering it. Tamamee looked puzzled "What... is that.. Thing?" he asked unamused.
"Lets just say it separates me from you" Cason said rudely and went to take a shower "sicko" he murmured to himself
He slept well that night. Better then he ever slept in the last five years. He actually dreamed about something.
By the next day he was in a first call ship over the mountains "Good Bye" The Black/Cyan Armored Elite said in true admiration. Tamamee had liked the connection he had made with the Human... and his dangling separation device. He was a bad ass like him and Radamamee. To bad he would have to be killed.
"Uh... bye." He said feeling his nicely pressed clothe -how the fuck do they do it? - He asked himself.
The ship finally lifted off and shot away.
Cason finally knew the catch. The hospitality, the so-called "Washing Clothe", the Shower, and the sleep. the Covenant had plenty of time to Bug his clothe as they washed it. He took off every ounce of his cloth. And started the long Eight-Mile hike.
-Then- he'd thought -He'd be home... Finally home- he looked off the distance and he could vaguely view home.
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