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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.
Strike Team Razor: Part 1
Lieutenant Tailor opened his eyes. His visor was cracked, and the inside was spattered with blood. He tried to get up, but cried out in pain. He looked at his leg. A bolt from a brute spiker was lodged in his thigh. His vision blured. Tailor had lost alot of blood.
He took a can of biofoam from his pack, tore the spike out of his thigh, and filled the wound. He grunted and clenched his jaws as he felt a sensation like shoving a hot stokeing iron into a deep gash in ones flesh. Tailor gasped, grunted, then relaxed. He got on his feet, leening against the wall of the massive generator building. The mission, a total failure.
He removed his helmet and looked around the room, each and every one of his men....dead. They all lay in a pool of blood. The walls, spattered red. " Why am i alive, i should be dead. I should be dead like the others." He thought. The Lieutenant couldn't remember what happened. The brute threw him into the metal wall so hard he could barely see straight. He became dizzy, dropped to his the ground, and blacked out.
HQ: Debreafing after the assault on generator complex 5.
Lieutenant, can you tell me HOW YOU MANADGED TO FAIL THE SIMPLEST MISSION AND GET YOUR WHOLE TEAM SLUAGHTERED?, Screamed Graff. He was ONI brass, the kind of guy you don't want to -blam!- with. He was known for his tendancy to throw punches when in an intense enough argument. As much as the officers above him wanted to get his ass out of the ONI, he was a millitary genious. This was the first time tailor had met the guy, and he was off to a bad start.
"IT WAS A FIVE MINUTE OPERATION. THAT COMPLEX IS NOT A BIG BUILDING, AND THERE WERE SEVEN BRUTES IN THERE BUT SOMEHOW YOU STILL MANAGED TO -blam!- IT UP!" Graff yelled as he continued to verbally beat the hell out of Lieutenant Tailor. " Thats enough Graff, let the man answer your question before you make us all deff." Commander Hanery said in strong voice. It wasn't a yell, but it was powerful. Tailor saw that he had total dominance in this room.
"The brutes...their armor....the shields were impenatrable. The covenant is making advancements in their technology. Every one of our men were fireing at one brute coming through the hall, but the bullets just pinged off. It was like we were throwing pebbles." The room went silent. All around the rectangular table were ONI officers with faces of stone. Dead quiet.
" Are you sure you werent missing?" Asked Commander Hanery. " Sir, it's pretty much impossible to miss one of those freaks. Admral Fairholm stood up. " This debreafing is over. Lieutenant, im sorry about your men. Graff, Hanery, meet me in my office in ten. Good evening gentlemen.
Tailor walked down the hallway towards his teams quarters. The heels of his black dress uniform's shoes clicked on the cold metal floor. He passed through an airlock and took a left down the next hallway. The large majority of the crew on this level were in the dining hall at this hour, but the lieutenant wasn't hungry.
He opened the door to the empty bunk room. He looked around. His teams belongings at the foot of their beds, and familly pictures pinned on the walls that they looked at as they lay in bed every night. Most of them had been married with children. The Lieutenant lay down on his bunk in the back of the room, staring at the bottom of the bead above him, replaying the mission in his mind.
" Boys, its time to cook!" Tailor shouted over the team com channel. Everyone laughed. As they entered the atmosphere, the friction caused by the entry of their pods heated up the inside of the capsules until it felt like they were roasting. Thats how they got the name hell jumpers.
"WHOOOO!", private Bradely screamed over the radio. " Alright ya little bastards get ready for impact" Tailor shouted over the com. Their airbreaks unfolded, and in a matter of seconds they smashed into the earth, sending debris rocketing through the air.
They had landed where they had planned. The ODSTs kicked the drop pod's doors open and stepped out. They sweeped the area with their battle riffles. They landed within the gates of the generator complex. A building with high titanium walls standing around it. A portion of wich had been incinerated by plasma.
" Dax, get over here, i need you and Faylin to move around the left side of the building, stay behind the crates. Lets try to keep everyones heads on their shoulders alright?" The luitenant said in a confident voice. " On it", Faylin replied. Not a word came from Dax.
" Dax get your lazy ass over here." Faylin remarked. Still, not a word was heard from Dax. Taylor saw that one pod's door was not yet opened. He walked up to the front of the capsulte and tore the door off. Dax's limp body was still strapped in, his neck bent at an impossible angle.
To be continued.
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[Edited on 06.17.2009 12:10 PM PDT]