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Mombassa: After the Jump (Academy)
Posted By: System Failure<haloknight2003@aol.com>
Date: 15 January 2005, 10:07 PM
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September 29, 2252 (military calendar)
13:56 hours/ New Mombassa; Cole Military Academy
Cafeteria / Top Level
Standing there I watched, a blinding light illuminated the filthy Elite before me, uttering its death cry. The flash faded quickly, but gave me a quick glimpse of the damage that it had endured. While my eyes were blinded, the image of the battered Elite brought a smile to my face. The bloodstained barrel of a shotgun smoked in my hands. Looking down at it, I tightened my grip, as now it was my only companion.
The Elite fell to its knees; smoke wafting from the mangled mass of flesh and bone, which used to be its chest. Pieces of blackened flesh fell to ground plopping on landing. It cocked its head at me, as if darin' me to come closer. This was one time an Elite cockiness would be its undoing. I leveled my gun at its head, and pumped a new round into the chamber. It looked up at me, as if waiting to see if I was man enough to pull the trigger. Even though I was only sixteen, I wadint no bicth, so I pulled the trigger.
The shot erupted from the gun, and ripped the head of the Elite. Purple blood poured out of the fresh wound, the still beating heart squirting blood into the air. The head, or what was left of the head, landed several meter behind the body, clanking on the floor. The Elites body collapsed to the floor, blood pooling underneath it.
I let my shotgun fall to the ground. It clacked on the ground; and fired, blowing a hole in the wall scant millimeters from my head. The wall section was blown away, leaving a gaping, half-meter hole. The shot didn't even faze me, despite the fact that it had almost claimed my life. Since this morning I had been getting lucky breaks.
But some lucky shits they were. My friends dying from a grenade, but by luck, a falling light panel stopped the blast. Then my girl died, killed by a fucking sword Elite, but before he could kill me, the sword malfunctioned, sparing me death, but giving me grief.
Now it lay there dead, one swipe from killing me. Then another lucky break came, a Marine's lifeless body landed next to me. With came a shotgun. My luck was others misfortune. I should fell happy bout the good shit, but all my losses are too much for me to handle.
The Elite had some grenades on it, so I took them. There were three plasmas; them "angels" as I call them weird things. Called them that cause usually that was the last thing many Marines saw before being blown to the pearly gates. I picked them up, and put them in my pocket on my vest. I only learned how to use them the week before, in spec weapons training. Never thought I would ever use one of these.
They're a helluva lot more personal than the UNSC frag, which instead of killin' one poor son ova bicth, could blow a whole squad of them to hell. Ours don't stick however, so we can bounce it and lead targets, making for a lot more fun during the simulations. Then I looked to the Elite's waist and spied the Elite plasma rifle; It was a bit big for me, a beefed up Spec Ops version but it still controlled like normal. I took a few potshots at the lunch menu, and looked back at the body.
In its hand was the fateful sword. I picked it up in my hand. It was warm, and blood dripped steadily off of it. This was a treat for me and lifted my spirits some. Me, Marcus Bunn, the owner of a new plasma sword. I looked it over and saw the cause of the malfunction; a piece of metal had lodged its self near the battery, and caused a short circuit. I removed it and the sword came to life, humming in my hand. I looked at it then retracted the sword, as to save the battery charge.
Rising to my feet, I stretched my neck, and decided to move on. I momentarily paused to stoop down and close my girl friend's eyes, and then I walked on. Before I left the rubble, death and blood that was now the cafeteria, I blew a final kiss to her. She was with god now, and I had to accept that fact.
As the door closed behind me I saw the Main hallway. It was littered with bodies, some marines, but the majority were them filthy, bicth ass Covenant bastards. Little pussies attacking a military school, hell most of use weren't even old enough to enlist. Flicking on the sword, I scanned the area. The walls were covered in pockmarks and plasma scoring. Since the war started, the close quarters fighting always looked the same. All the similar battle vids were a testament to that.
Like a dozen frags went of, floors and walls crumbling, and with pieces of the latter hitting the ground silently. A small tribute to those who died in a battle that probably only lasted two minutes, tops. The hallway was starting to creep me out, like I was in a vid, being shown to young soldiers in the making. I double-timed it through the hallway, then stopped.
A blue Elite stood in front of me. It was a minor Elite probably with only a few kills under its belt. We drew our weapons at the same time, he a Covie carbine and me the Plasma sword. The Elite pulled the trigger and blue blot of plasma flew at me. I dove out of the way and slid up behind a partition. The Elite continued to fire, and the marble wall came off in huge melted chunks. The bolts came constantly for several seconds then stopped.
I attacked, covering the distance between us in seconds. It jumped to the left to doge my attack, but I regained composure and caught him in the side. The blade overloaded and killed the shields in a single swipw. I look of fear was on the Elites face. A look that had good reason. I brung the blade back around and cut the Elite in half, blood gushing out of its body. The two pieces landed side-by-side smoking gently, with a faint hissing sound. Then a rumble caught my attention.
I looked above me at the skylight in the ceiling. The covenant cruiser, the root of my greif was jumping from in side the city, inside the goddamn city! Motes of blue tinged light appeared around its hull, and it slowly moved into slip space. Barley visible against the blinding light was the Amber Clad, the base ship for most of the Marines in the Bassa' region
A second later it was gone, and it pulled the Academy with it.
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