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Read this and tell me what you think. This is the first chapter in my book, The New Conflict. It IS based on Halo and takes place during Halo 2. There is a prolouge, but I didn't want to post it yet, so if your interested tell me. (its really indented but when I copy/pasted it, it didnt indent, so dont say anything about that.)
Chapter One
1500 hours, September 17, 2553 (Military Calendar)/
Earth, United States, New Los Angeles
DePascale radioed his wingman. “Dwire! Fisher’s pinned down due east. Let’s deliver some air support.”
“Roger that!” Dwire replied. They both banked left in their C290 Ravens.
Fisher fired his last few rounds in the magazine and reloaded. “Lance Corporal Stewart, this is a good time to earn your blood stripes, man that gun!”
“Which one,” Stewart asked.
“The LAAG, on the Warthog next to you, go for it!”
Stewart manned it and plowed through 15 charging Grunts. A Phantom drop ship screamed overhead. It landed about 50 yards in front of Fisher’s platoon, or at least what was left of it. His platoon was positioned up against a building, so they couldn’t be flanked, but they were a perfect target for a fuel rod gun. The Phantom unloaded five Elites and five Brutes, followed by a mix of 10 Grunts and Jackals.
“Dammit!” Fisher said as the aliens unloaded. “Sgt. Staten, hand me that Jackhammer!”
Fisher heaved the rocket launcher and fired the 102 mm round strait toward the Jackals and Grunts. The explosion sent the bastards flying. All except two Grunts, who immediately yelped, “Flee!” and continued to do so until Stewart gunned them down.
Fisher looked over to Staten and said, “I… hate… Jackals.”
He then fired the second rocket and took out three Brutes and four Elites. Then he took out the rest with his SMG. But then, two more Phantoms landed and dropped off 15 Brutes and 15 Elites, then laid down covering fire for them. Fisher cursed at them.
“Oh crap.” Fisher turned to his Marines. “We can’t hold out much longer. Give em’ hell, Marines!”
Then, like two bats out of hell, a pair of HE Anvil II missiles screamed over them and detonated amongst the first 11 Brutes, sending blood and chunks of Brute flying everywhere. Another pair of missiles struck the group of Elites, killing 10 and wounding the other 5. Fisher looked up in time to see the two C290s roar overhead and recognized their insignias. The Phantoms turned to escape but the two fighters didn’t let them get far. A missile streaked from each plane and impacted on the first ships left and right engines, sending it into the ground. They fired two more missiles, which flew into the second Phantoms troop compartment. The alien craft was engulfed in a blue-white flash. Fisher radioed DePascale. “Thanks, we needed that.”
“Anytime,” DePascale replied.
Dwire radioed DePascale. “Halifax One, I just got a transmission from Corporal Perez, he has Covenant artillery problem.”
“Roger that Halifax Two.” DePascale switched back to Fisher. “See you back at base, Fisher.”
“Thanks to you guys, you will,” he replied.
The two Ravens continued toward Perez’s position.
[Edited on 7/16/2004 12:58:04 AM]