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Subject: Battle Diary Entry: Niles, Micheal G. Jan. 2552 [] OFFICIAL THREAD ...

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Jan. 12, 2552, 0800 hrs
Today we flew out of Mars. We're headed for Europa now. Commander won't tell us why but I don't think Marines move unless they have people (or Covenant) to kill. We are accelerating now, I canfeel it in my chest and stomach.
I might as well tell you about our ship, the Innocence . A cruiser, I think that this ship has been in four different conflicts with the Covenant. I can't say much for the captain, he's a swabbie to boot, but he's kept us safe so far. Anyway, I'm glad to be in this ship instead of another like the Horus . At least this ship still has Archer pods, MAC cannons and tacnukes. For god sakes, the Horus had its MAC cannon taken out to refit the Iroquis when it came back to Reach. That's not a problem now though. Because Reach is gone. I don't even want to talk about it.
We're decellerating for some reason, and turning. I'm going to page the bridge to see what's going-
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The Covenant have found Earth. I can't believe it. All those people...
Can't think about that now. The Covenant have just attacked the Orbital MACs. A ship has descended over New Mombasa. It's only a matter of time before the Invasion starts.
There's the Commander. Calling us to duty. More later.
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-Later-
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We're dropping in. New Mombasa bridge-tunnel entrance. It's going to have to be wicked precise. Okay, we're going.
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Jan. 13, 2552, 2200 hrs
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We hit at 1000 hrs yesterday. We were too late for approximately two and a half million people. I can smell plasma charred skin. It smells like steak. I've already pucked too much to care.
We hit a convoy as soon as we dropped. Ghosts, specteres and Wraiths. We could see them as we plummeted, but we couldn't avoid them because of how precise we had to be on our jump. Micheals, Phelps and Miller died on impact. Their chutes didn't deploy. Micheals smashed into a Spectre, Phelps and Miller into the Wraith. At least they didn't die in vain. We're moving out now. We have to regroup with other Marines on the other side of this tunnel. Rumor is that a Spartan might drop in. Hell, I'd love to fight with a cyborg. That be sweet. More later.

Jan 15, 2552, 0800
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The Horus is gone. We watched her burn. We had just cleared the tunnel, just regrouped with the battalion when this roar pealed across New Mombasa. The roar grew louder and louder until Marines were writing on the ground from the noise. Then, there she was, beautiful in death. She was so close to us. So close. Close enough to feel the heat from her burning hull, close enough to see her name stenciled on her side -- close enough to see bodies billow from her holes. We had seen space explosions from the very beginning of the Raid, and there we saw the result of one. She had been cut in half by her reactor exploding. A point laser had burned her though -- you could see the fine line where the laser hit. Right next to that fine line was the harsh, jagged line where the reactor had ripped her in two. The crewmembers of that ship flew every which way, most falling out of sight. But one, oh God, one landed right in front of me. It bounced once, twice, then lay still, face toward me. She was charred from face to belly, the rest of her no where to be seen. Oh Jesus, the Raid isn't a week old and I want it to be over, over, OVER!
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It's been raining since the impact. The Horus , when it hit the water, sent up a plume like an erupting volcano. The cloud hung there for a moment, blocking out the sun, then fell, warm and slightly salty. The Commander is calling. I'm going to go see what she wants from-
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-Later-
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We were just attacked. I've never seen larger amounts of Covenant. Wraiths, Phantoms, Ghosts, Spectres, everything. I thought we were gone. But then, about ten minutes into the fight, we heard another roar. The second half of the Horus careened into the attacking mass, destroying most and stunning the rest. Some of our guys are in shock from the noise of the impact. I'm not. I'm just bleeding from the ears.

The impact actually helped us out. Though it incapasitated a third of our men and I cannot stop this bleeding, it flattened the buildings we were supposed to clear, supposedly crawling with Elites and this new species -- Brunts, is it? -- and carved a path straight to our pick-up zone. All we have left to do is get to this building and wait for reinforcements. Shouldn't be a big deal.
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More tomorrow.

Jan. 16, 2552, 0012 hrs
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I’m writing this to stay awake. I can’t really see right now, it’s pitch black out. My battalion sleeps around me, and because of a damned game of tic-tac-toe I’m stuck with watch. There’s a reason no one has played that game in three hundred years! Kaminske, always bringing up some stupid twenty first century bull. What the hell? Seriously. Nursery rhymes? Songs? Like earlier today, right after the Horus impacted, he starts singing this song. I wrote down the lyrics because they are so ridiculous. “Picture yourself in a boat on a river/ With tangerine trees/ And marmalade skies.” Seriously. That guy is nuts. I-
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-Later-
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I can’t believe it. The rumors were true. There is a Spartan here! “Master Chief” the Lieutenant called him. He’s a freaking beast. He took an Elite an bashed its skull with his hand, then took its sword and its grenades, and took out a Wraith. Holy crap! We can’t do that with missiles!
I fell asleep during my last entry. When I woke up we were under intense fire from all sides. The battle lasted all day until out of no where this Armored behemoth in a Warthog comes careening around the corned, turret blazing. The Marine driving the Hog sucked bad though. Anyway, he saved our asses major time. Then when everything looked good, a Scarab – ya, screw that if Chief wasn’t here – came out of no where, and he killed that too! So awesome!
We’re getting back to the Innocence now though. Apparently the Prophet is stirring up trouble and the Commander doesn’t like it.
More Later.

Jan. 16, 2552 0900

New Mombasa just got wrecked. I watched it. As soon as we were off the ground the damned Prophet jumps right in the city. What the hell happened to Slipspace courtesy. Now we lost the city we've been defending for a week. I'm gonna put my boot in that guy's ass pretty soon. God, I wish i was with the Cheif. He jumped with the Prophet. Lord knows where they are now.

Anyway, w're back on the Innocence now. Our next mission is Rome, Old Italy. Drop point is somewhere in the Colliseum area. Can't wait.

-Later-

The Covenant burned Rome. It's gone. Just a slate of glass now. All these other cities too. London, Brussels, Cologne, Munich, all major cities. Lord Hood had just enough ships to kill the glassers, but still. Millions of people. Millions! I can't even fathom it.
Our new mission in New York, residential zone. We're hitting in the center park area. I'm not sure of the exact name. Our mission is to clear from Morningside Heights to 2nd. Apparently about ten kilometers or so. Should be cake.

Drop in five. Hoo-rah!


Jan. 16, 1500.

In the last four hours since the hit and initial clear and regroup, we've cleared ten buildings. Ten! We've moved about half a kilometer. Bull, man. Only nine and a half to go. I wish the Cheif were here. We'd be done by now. Chief does ten clicks in his sleep.

-Later-

We just fought two Scarabs. Apparently, these old buildings are made out of non-molecular concrete and an iron based metal. Iron. Man, our forks aren't made out of this steel crap any more. What the hell are these people doing building skyscrapers with it?
Anyway, these Scarabs just walk through buildings. Our first indication of these things was quite surprising to say the least. My Squad and I, B company and the Lieutenant were walking down a hall in the -- Whatt is it? Ironflat building? I don't know--, with B company up front, the Lieutenant in the middle, and us in the ass. Then, with a crash that once again made my ears bleed, B company just disappears. Just gone, with the entire half of the building gone. And, replacing B comapny and the whole freakin' building, was the purple body of a Scarab. We were so shocked we didn't move until the thing walked on through. Then we just ran. It took a space bombardment from the Innocence to kill it and the other Scarab, pretty much wiping out Times Square. God. All that history. And those European cities! Can't even think of it. All that history. A those people . I hate this war. I HATE IT!

More later.

Jan. 19, 2552, 0900

Well, today was great. New York is clear. Our camp in Central Park was attacked at seven last night, but we threw them off and chased them out of New York. I've never see such numbers of Covenant, especially when they are turning tail and running. I guess we were lucky or they just couldn't take humanity's best! Ooh rah! Go Helljumpers!

Covenant ships have been hanging out in high orbit over New York since yesterday. They seem to be dropping in. Can't imagine why, except to pick up their pansy-ass troo-

  • 01.29.2009 6:55 PM PDT

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Jan. 19, 2552, 0900

Well, today was great. New York is clear. Our camp in Central Park was attacked at seven last night, but we threw them off and chased them out of New York. I've never see such numbers of Covenant, especially when they are turning tail and running. I guess we were lucky or they just couldn't take humanity's best! Ooh rah! Go Helljumpers!

Covenant ships have been hanging out in high orbit over New York since yesterday. They seem to be dropping in. Can't imagine why, except to pick up their pansy-ass troo-

Jan. 21, 2552, 0100

New York was glassed. I had to stop writing because the Covenant ships began burning it. They started at about the UTC (Universal Trade Center) and headed outward. They overheated the water mains, and apparently sent the boiling water straight into the subway tunnels. Manhole covers were bursting up all over the city, and the two battalions that were stuck in the subways were god-damn boiled to death. I can still smell the chicken noodle soup smell now. It smelled freaking delicious until you realized it was your buddies making up the meaty chunks. I haven't eaten anything since that, but I started puking again anyway. Horrible. I'll be waking up screaming to that for years.

We are in Amsterdam, New York, now. It is just off the urban sprawl of New York. Myself and three hundred other Marines escaped because we were already in vehicles. Commander Sherman set this beacon, and we followed it here. Thank God for the SUperintendant of New York. Even while his data center was burned, he covered our escape with the destruction of buildings in our wake. Apparently every building in New York was set with explosives in case something like this happened. We were speeding down the road in a 'Hog, with me gunning. All I saw were buildings falling on top of pursuing Ghosts and Prowlers. Its quite a sight to see a one hundred story building fall twenty meters behind you, and even ,more so when a thousand story anchor collapses. The dust cloud from New York kept up with us until the outskirts of Amsterdam.

More later.

P.S. As a sick side note, check out the contents of my MRE today:
-One burger
-Two candy bars
-A spoon
-Napkins
-And a nice, ready to eat, steaming hot liter of Chunky Chicken Soupy.

I need to vomit, STAT.


Jan. 23, 2552, 1000

Our new orders read:

<FRM//CMNDR.STODDARD/[{CHAOS}]
<RE:NEW_YORK_DISPLACEMENT_TROOPS
<to all troops...you are to move from your current location (amsterdam, new york sprawl zone) to <the former u.s. edwards air force base in california urban area. That base is a ghost town now, <but we have a large refit station there under the sand. Be there no later than march 2nd. good <luck.
<
<END_ORDERS:::CARRY_ON>


Can you believe this? We have to cross a damn continent crawling with covenant troops. How the hell are we going to get:

20 Warthogs
8 Pelicans
47 Mongooses (Mongeese, whatever)
300 men, plus the 200 reinforcements we got today
and 4 damn ELEPHANTS

to this air force base without being blown to balls? Oh Jesus, what a trip this will be.

We start our deployment in three hours. hope to god the Covies don't know about it.



1700 hrs, same day:

They did. We just got attacked. When we crossed this ancient bridge over the Mohawk River six Banshees flew low enough to miss the gunfire and bombarded the bridge. No body died but the bridge went down with an elephant. Everybody got out in time to be rescued. Now half of the force and all of the Warthogs are on the north side of the river. If they get attacked we can't touch them and if we get attacked we're done for. Five hours in and it looks to be a wild ride already.



1900 hrs. same day:

We came across another bridge. The Northern force crossed the bridge and we collected our selves here. We made it about one hundred miles today; thankfully everyone is in a vehicle. Once we get into Pennsylvania it's rumored we get a contingent of Hornets, with side riders. That would be a huge bonus for us because half of our turrets don't have men manning them. I really hope this isn't fanciful talk by the more wishy-washy of our group, just thinking they can wish these Hornets into actuality.


2100 hrs, same day:

I've been thinking about the name Commander Stoddard gave our little band of misfits... The Displacement Battalion. Obviously it was to mean we were displaced, but now it seems we are the displacers. Baller. I'm going to paint that on the side of my Elephant.
Did I mention I'm driving an Elephant? No? Well I am.

Pretty sweet, not going to lie.
To tell you the truth, this trip might not be too bad after all.

More later.



  • 01.29.2009 6:57 PM PDT