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Attack on Central Command
Posted By: The Scribe<nero@cinci.rr.com>
Date: 28 June 2003, 7:36 PM
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Pelican pilot Rita Froman made a hard right into the city area. The carnage below was unbelievable. Twisted human and Covenant corpses alike lie on top of each other. Red, blue, and purple blood mixed together to make large puddles of blackish liquid. Collapsed buildings had smashed tanks and people. It was damn mess. Red, blue, and purple blood mixed together to make large puddles of blackish liquid. Collapsed buildings had smashed tanks and people. It was damn mess.
On top of a skyscraper, Rita spotted four marines flagging her down with a shiny mirror, that when the sun hit, set off a bright reflection of light. Their features became more distinctive as the Pelican neared their position more and more.
Finally, the drop ship made a nice hovering land and the troops hopped in.
"Welcome aboard, gentlemen," Froman greeted over the ship's intercom. "We're going to see if we can't find anymore survivors. So far, the battle seems to be a stalemate."
The Pelican went into a hover right over where Sergeant Cancuri said he would be. Rita lowered the ship until it was inches off of the ground.
One of the marines in the back of the Pelican shouted, "Sergeant Cancuri? Are you there, sir? Froman, we're going to hop out and see if we can't find him."
"Be careful, marines," Froman warned.
The four soldiers hopped from the Pelican and began to walk on top of the corpses. The small group of four consisted of Ryan, MacDonald, Gray, and Wilson. The four of them had been in the same platoon, but were the only survivors. S
"Look at 'em," Ryan said. "They're four perfect rows of bodies."
"Probably defensive lines," Gray said. "Well, hell! That means that the Sergeant must be nearby."
"Or dead," MacDonald interrupted.
The dead body of radioman Davis was found not long after buried under two Jackals. Wilson, who had wondered quite a ways off, proclaimed that he had found a recon sniper's body and that it was splattered which meant that it fell.
Ryan began to make his way towards a building's skeleton and rubble. On his way, he found human remains. It looked like the person had been shot by a large amount of plasma from all directions. It was then that Ryan found a nametag that said, CANCURI.
"I found him!" he shouted right before a plasma grenade stuck itself onto his back.
The doomed marine began to scream and run towards MacDonald.
"Get away from me!" MacDonald shouted, firing twenty assault rifle rounds into Ryan.
Ryan fell back and exploded into a blue cloud of neon light before he hit the ground.
Another grenade came sailing from out of nowhere and hooked itself onto MacDonald's helmet. He quickly took the helmet off and threw it in the air. It exploded like a firework.
"Thank God," MacDonald sighed.
Suddenly, MacDonald's head exploded like a watermelon as a plasma bolt slammed into his face. The dead marine's body fell to the ground, arms and legs twitching wildly.
"Get down!" screamed Wilson right before a blue bolt hit him in the neck.
He fell to the ground choking on his own blood.
Gray didn't last to much longer. A Jackal's plasma charge took off his head shortly after.
The four were now just a part of the battle scenery.
The Covenant troops emerged from their hiding spots.
"We will now have the pilot take us to central command," Hanamee said to the forty six Covenant troops in his command. "This is for the gods!"
Hanamee hopped aboard the ship and snuck towards the cockpit. He barged through the door and activated his simple word translator.
"You will take me and my squad to central command," he barked in the strange language, his right fist behind the pilot's head.
"Like hell I will!" the pilot shouted, moving her hands to withdraw her pistol.
Hanamee activated his light sword and a blue blade of light shot from his fist and into the head of the pilot.
Blood and chunks of brain spattered the windshield.
Hanamee gathered his troops onto the ship. It was extremely crowded and Hanamee had put up with Covenant troops even sitting in the cockpit for the ride. The veteran Elite warrior had only used a Pelican one other time, so his memory was a bit faded. It was difficult to get a hold on the controls but Hanamee learned to take off easy. It was steering that was the problem. During the process of making a hard left, twelve Jackals and six Elites tumbled out and fell to their deaths.
Although this pissed off Hanamee, he continued to drive.
It was two hours into the flight that a problem arose.
Two hunters, Diraku and Ziraku both nodded in agreement on the issue of shooting down the human Pelican passing them above. The Covenant had won the battle of the Berlin colony, so why should any human think itself good enough to enter Covenant territory?
Four Jackals, Sic, Pic, Jic, and Wic were having a normal conversation. They were exchanging battle stories like many Covenant warriors did to pass the time. Suddenly, their conversation was interrupted, when a fuel rod projectile slammed into the back of the Pelican, tossing the four Jackals out, screaming.
Hanamee spat and cursed realizing why the hunters were firing at them. They were driving a human ship. Another projectile arched itself right into the troop-carrying compartment. Two Elites were blown to small chunks in the blast and nothing was left of the Jackal who had been standing there.
It was when Diraku saw four Jackals come tumbling down, followed by two Elites, that he suggested maybe Covenant had hijacked the ship and that they should stop shooting. Ziraku agreed and the two stopped killing their fellow troops.
It had been twelve hours since 1st Class Private Pete McHundler had heard of the human's defeat at the colony of Berlin. The colony wasn't very far from where Pete was stationed, Central Command. He knew that a drop ship that was supposed to be carrying a sergeant and some of his surviving men was on the way.
Colonel Drexler stepped up behind McHundler and put his hand on the private's shoulder.
"Why don't you go out there and help bring in any injured troops when they arrive?" Drexler suggested.
"Yes, sir," McHundler responded, turning around and walking from the observation tower.
Pete had always been assigned to lookout duty on the observation tower, but now he could actually get a taste of blood.
Suddenly, the roar of a Pelican's engines sounded from overhead. The bird came to a halt, just above a landing pad and slowly dropped altitude. Pete noticed though, that every once in awhile, the ship would wobble side to side, like the pilot was either injured or was new. Pete began to run over to the landing area, but came to a total stop.
The Pelican was about three feet from the ground when suddenly; Covenant troops came pouring from the troop-carrying compartment. Elites and Jackals were the only race that the frightened private could notice.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Hanamee shouted as his soldiers came from the ship like a deadly waterfall. "Kill for the gods! Make them proud!"
An Elite named Duka Nanomee jumped from the ship and fired his plasma gun at the humans standing around. A few of the so called "medics", wearing their red crosses, fell to the ground writhing in pain.
Colonel Drexler's face became twisted with horror when he saw the brilliant covenant plan of espionage take action. He immediately ran as fast he could to the communications room down the hall.
One of the soldiers working the communications radio jumped up and saluted.
"Get that damn Master Chief here now!" he shouted.
"Yes, sir!" the radioman responded, sitting down.
The Master Chief had received the message two hours ago. There was no telling what central command would look like when he arrived. Suddenly a huge bump rattled the Spartan and his AI, Cortana.
"Damn turbulence," the Chief murmured.
"According to the message received from the central command post," she said sounding very smart, "a well known elite that the marines call 'Scar', captured a Pelican and used it as a disguise to get close enough to the post to unload troops. I hate to a pessimist, but there may not be any survivors by the time we arrive."
The pilot broke in on the armor's com-link, "ETA twenty minutes, Master Chief. Hang tight."
Pete McHundler began his daring sneak towards the legendary Scar. The deadly elite was standing on the landing pad, watching his troops overrun the post, not even paying a drop of attention to what was behind him.
McHundler was about three feet from the beast. Nervous sweat made the assault rifle smooth against the palm of his hands. The private was now right on top of him. He raised rifle up to the back of Scar's head and was about to pull the trigger when...
Hanamee heard the small click of the gun's safety overwhelm every plasma rifle and machine gun burst on the post. He shot around with lightning speed and grabbed the marine's neck. The disgusting human dropped his weapon in surprise.
Hanamee continued to squeeze.
Harder.
Harder.
HARDER.
The top of the human's head exploded into a small cloud of skull fragments and brain chunks. Hanamee dropped the crownless corpse and ran into the base to join the fight.
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