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The Corporal: Part 2
Posted By: The Scribe<nero@cinci.rr.com>
Date: 17 January 2004, 4:10 AM
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I'd suggest reading part 1 b4 reading this one.
Captain Edgar Patton signaled his squad to go prone. The SF Marines hit the sand. Only a few meters away, the ocean's tide licked the shore. The three moons of the planet Turx shone brightly in the night sky. It was a regular night, the climate was warm, and humidity tainted the air.
Patton motioned to the squad's sniper, Private Wells.
"Wells," he whispered, and pointed to the silhouettes of two Elites standing guard about one hundred and fifty yards ahead. Wells nodded and brought his right eye to the scope. The silencer prevented two loud cracks from being heard and instead coughed up two quiet pips!.
The two Elites fell to the ground like thousands of pounds of weight had been placed upon their shoulders. Patton stood up and looked at the twelve SF Marines in his command. The black and 100% tinted eye visors made them look like heartless killing machines. He liked it.
"Do you know why Stalin's armies were able to push the forces of Adolf Hitler from Soviet Russia?" he asked them looking off into the distance. "Because the Germans weren't properly prepared and didn't know anything about the land they were fighting on. The Soviets knew about the coming Big Winter. The Germans were clueless. So, the Soviets used this to their advantage. Most of the Germans ended up freezing to death, the rest were killed in bloody and treacherous Nazi-Soviet battles.
"The Covenant know nothing about this planet, and they know nothing about the annual 'Titanic Storm' that is to start at this location tomorrow."
One of the Marines cocked his head.
"What's the 'Titanic Storm'?" he asked.
The Captain pointed out to the ocean. Off on the horizon, hundreds of lightning bolts pounded the water.
"The 'Titanic Storm' hits this location every year, raising the oceans water levels by 30% for a few days and causing waves sometimes one hundred feet high to pound the shore. That's why there's not a human structure around here for eight miles. But, leave it up to our Covenant friends to build something."
The Captain pointed to a dome-shaped metal building.
"The Covenant built five of these along this beach, each a mile apart. They're elevator shafts leading two hundred feet under the ground. Contained under this beach is a base. Underneath us, an entire Covenant strike force is prepping and getting fired up for an assault on the nearest base, Fort Beachhead. What we need to do is to set a charge, ready to go off in twenty four hours on each of these. The explosions should be big enough to blow up these dome structures, leaving open holes in the ground. By then, the Titanic Storm will have raised the ocean, causing millions of gallons of water to pour down the elevator shafts and into the base, wiping out the strike force."
"Hell yeah..." Wells muttered.
"Let's go," Patton said.
An explosive was easily planted on the first dome, because of Wells's nice marksmanship. The second dome was guarded by an idol Wraith tank and two Elite-mounted Ghosts.
Private Wells stayed behind while Captain Patton, and two other privates, Beltzer and Melish moved up towards the Wraith. When Patton and his two men were close, Wells cracked the closest Elite from his Ghost. His partner immediately took off forward towards the water. Right as the Covenant warrior was about to go into the ocean, he wheeled back around and darted straight for Patton and his two troops. Patton quickly pulled the pin on four frag grenades and rolled them next to the Wraith. The three Marines then dashed around the other side of the dome.
The Ghost flew after the three Marines and was able to squeeze off four bolts of plasma right before they were able to totally round the dome, out of sight. The bolts struck Melish in the back. He bent forward, stomach out, but kept running. Only when the plasma ate a hole through his torso did he begin screaming and fell on his face into the sand. The plasma had burned a hole completely through one side and out the other.
Beltzer stepped forward and quickly let off a burst into the back of Melish's head, to ensure a quick death in case the Marine hadn't died. Captain Patton nodded.
"You did the right thing," he said right before the Ghost flew right around the dome and came face to face with Patton and Beltzer.
"Vaporize the fuck!" the Captain shouted and opened up along with the private.
The front end of the Ghost filled with bullet holes. The Elite on board howled a cry of anger and lurched the vehicle forward. Patton and Beltzer hit the ground as the hovering vehicle passed right over them. Patton busted two bursts into the bottom of the Ghost and it did two flips five feet off the ground before exploding into a cloud of blue flame and organic parts of a very dead Elite warrior.
Private Beltzer stepped over to the dead Melish and ripped off his dog tag as Captain Patton planted the explosive. The team of SF Marines moved on to the third dome where they found no resistance. The fourth dome was guarded by three crimson-armored Elites with two Hunters and a very ape-like creature, much taller than a Hunter.
"What in the name of God is that?" Wells asked, looking at the beast through his scope.
"I don't know," the Captain replied. "I had heard something about a newly discovered Covenant race that are known as the Temple Guards. They're called Brutes, and maybe that's one of them. All I know is is that when we charge them, I want that to be the first thing capped, Wells."
"Yes, sir."
"Alright then! Let's go!"
The team charged the dome, shouting as they went. The three Elites split into different directions as the two Hunters, side by side, charged up their fuel rod guns. The Brute stood, its chest jutted out and looked to the sky. It bellowed a low roar and raised its blade-equipped weapon. Wells sighted the beast's head in and fired. The Brute's head split down the middle and it fell onto the sand, flopping like a fish out of water.
"Fire on the one farthest left!" the Captain shouted. The team of Marines opened fire on the Elite farthest to the left. Its shields quickly disappeared and large spouts purple blood erupted all over its body as the MAB5 rounds sliced through it mercilessly.
The two Hunters and two other Elites opened up simultaneously, releasing a salvo of plasma into the middle of the team of Marines. The Elite's shots splashed across three of the Marines and the Hunters' fuel rod bolts exploded between three troops as well. The upper half of private Beltzer slammed into the back of Captain Patton, knocking him down.
From afar, Wells sighted in the thin slit of orange that was one of the Hunters' face. He fired, and the face produced a large hole. The behemoth fell in a heap of its own blood and brains. Wells then made short work of the two Elites. The last Hunter was blown into fleshy chunks of meat by a well-tossed frag grenade by Captain Patton.
The explosive was placed on the fourth dome shortly after. The fifth dome was surprisingly guarded by a sword-equipped Elite and two Grunts. Wells made sure the three aliens were dead. Captain Patton finally planted the last explosive and called a Pelican for extraction to Fort Beachhead.
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