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Planet- New Athens, located within the Atlan system, status- under heavy siege, Year- 2545.

"AHHHHHHHHHH" screamed the Marine. Blood gushed from the gaping hole in his chest. Sid worked frantically to stop the bleeding while Jen attempted to remove any dead flesh from the wound. The Marine had taken a plasma bolt to the side where he had no armor to protect himself. The squad he was with had radioed for help. They were lucky, the Seventy Sixth medical division had just flown into the battle. Sid looked up into the cockpit of the medical pelican, the two spartans in front carefully flew the craft through the battlefield.

"Keep her steady!" yelled Jen.

"We're doin the best we can", screamed back Shep from the cockpit.

Sid punched the floor "He's going into cardiac arrest, dammit we're losing him!"

Jen keyed in the commands on her wrist and began to rub her hands together, "Clear", she put her hands on the Marine's chest. His body convulsed as one thousand volts surged through his chest. Nothing happened, Jen tried again, "Clear", still the Marine lay still. A third attempt failed, the soldier was declared dead.

"Chock an other one up to the Vulture." Remarked Ben.

Theo, the other pilot, and captain of the group turned back and replied "Maybe if you hadn't been siting on your as$ watching that Marine die we'd be delivering a live one Benedict ."

"Never call me that," Ben hissed, "You know I hate it."

"Well buttercup, you know I hate it when good men die on my watch." retorted Theo.

The Pelican turned around, back towards the major fighting, waiting for the next distress signal. The Seventy Sixth was a special division of the spartan two program, a group that had been picked out and trained in the art of saving lives as well as taking them. Their suits were special designed for the task of medical support. Each suit contained a miniature plasma reactor like the ones in elite plasma rifles, only bigger and less stable. This reactor powered not only life support, but defibrillators located in the palms of each suit, UV ray slots within their belts and legs (to clean the various surgical instruments), a boosted shield system, and a more powerful radar system. All of these tools were activated via a touch screen on the wrist of each suit. The Mark V.5 armor they used also contained compartments for syringes filled with anything the spartans deemed necessary.

All of this fell under the command of one unsettlingly uptight colonel, Lucius Vern. The man was so concerned with rules, regulations, and budget, that he rarely even considered the actual factors surrounding their missions.

On a previous patrol within New Athens's war zone The Vulture, the name the Seventy Sixth had given to the medical pelican because they always circled the dying, had been hit with a plasma mortar and sustained thousands of dollars in damage. Lucius had gone mad when he received news of the costs and ordered Theo and Shep to spend a solid ten hours in the flight simulator at the highest level of difficulty, every time they took a hit or crashed Lucius added fifty push ups to their exercise for the next day. By the end of the ten hours the two had racked up two hundred and fifty push ups. Then Lucius made them do it again the next day, and again for the rest of the week. Their grand total of punishment was four thousand two hundred push ups. The only upside to it all was that the constant training had turned them into the best pilots on the planet.

The radio crackled and a ragged voice filtered through it. "This is petty officer Charles Kemp, requesting medical evac for six injured soldiers." Several explosions and gunfire filtered through as well.

Theo hit the com button on his display "This is the Seventy Sixth medical squad, hang in their Marine, we're coming. Now I need you to give me some info, I want the number injured, how badly their injured, how many dead, and how many still fighting."

The line was silent for a moment, then it came back to life, Kemp's voice could be heard yelling orders, "Sanchez, do as the nice man in the pelican asked, get me a body count." An other pause, then "Alright, we have four wounded, two have spikes in their legs, bleeding bad, one took a plasma rifle to the neck, and the other had his arm blown off by a plasma grenade. Total dead is six, Sanchez and I are the only ones still able to fight, over."

Theo thought for a couple moments then spoke into the com again, "Listen up, I want you to gather your wounded, leave the dead, we are going to evac all of you."

"Will do!" replied Kemp "Do yo have any weapons though?"

"Ben the man wants to know if we have any weapons," Theo said, "Get the pods online."

The Vulture was a special pelican in that it was armed with only one fifty caliber machine gun on it's nose, but it was also armed with a triple sized array of missiles and a double layer of armor. Ben walked over to the missile control console, Sid and Jen prepared to get the wounded, Shep walked down from the co-pilot's seat and began to ready medical equipment.

The Vulture screamed over a clearing, on one side a large rock formation provided cover for the group of Marines, across from it about ten elites were moving in, followed by nearly thirty grunts.

"Light e'm up" Theo called out.

"On it." replied Ben, he fired two missiles down into the group, killed half of them. The rest broke apart and ran for cover.

The Vulture landed in front of the rock formation, Jen and Sid ran out to get the wounded, the covenant regrouped and began to fire on the Vulture, but their small arms couldn't harm it. Jen and Sid took two soldiers on their shoulders and walked back to the Vulture. Kemp and Sanchez followed behind, the Vulture warmed back up and lifted off.

Inside the spartans worked frantically, Jen worked on the leg of one of the soldiers, the spikes in his leg were live plasma needles, if she wasn't careful they could burst and cause more damage. Jen worked fast, she looked up and called over to Shep, "He's exsanguinating, get me some coagulants to stop it."

Shep went over to cabinet and pulled out a vile of platelets mixed with hemoglobin and plasma. "You know," he said, "You could have just said he's bleeding to death get me something to clot it."

Sid had a slightly easier time with his patient, a soldier missing an arm. It was an easy procedure, apply medical foam to seal the arm, inject a lot of morphine, move on. Next he went to the marine with the other injured leg, the case was the same, four live plasma needles. Sid pulled out a pair of tweezers and set to work. He carefully grasped the needle and began to remove it, the needle detonated, setting of the rest. Blood splashed across Sid's visor, the Marine howled in pain. Everyone jumped at the sound of the detention, but quickly resumed work once they realized that it was safe again. Sid wiped the blood off and looked at the injured man, his thigh was nearly split in half, Sid needed to amputate. The bone had shattered in the explosion, allowing Sid to use a large blade rather than a medical saw to cut the Marine's leg off.

He quickly dispensed more medical foam and a dangerous amount of morphine. The mans eyes began to dilate, then rolled back into his head. Sid turned to Shep, "Get me some type B negative blood and a transfusion pump know!". Shep ran to a storage case and pulled out a machine, then to a refrigerator for the blood. Sid took two tubes with syringes attached to them and placed them on opposite arms. He hooked up the blood bag and began the transfusion, it was all he could do.

While all this happened Jen completed the removal of the plasma needles and stitched up the other Marines leg. She and Sid both moved to help the one with the injured neck. Jen began to attach a heart monitor to the Marine's body, Sid pulled out a scalpel and used his helmet light to look into the injury. He looked for a few seconds, then put his arm in front of Jen.

"What time did he get hit?" Sid asked Kemp.

"About 14:00 hours sir." he replied.

"Time of death 14:00 hours." Sid said with a sigh.

"What!" exclaimed Kemp and Sanchez in astonishment.

Jen looked into the wound and nodded in agreement.

"What do you mean he's dead." railed Kemp.

  • 02.22.2009 12:10 PM PDT

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FanFicFactor
Forged in the Flames of Passion, go forth and represent!

'Tis a very exciting fanfic and a new twist from the usualm 'rush into battle and shoot stuff' stories we get around here. This is a unique idea that I can see going far.

  • 02.22.2009 5:41 PM PDT