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Subject: [Story] New Mombasa (Part 8 available now!) [Story]

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Part 1 - The Drop

Corporal Patrick Gilbert Ryan took one last glimpse at the mission objective, donned his helmet, and equipped himself with his SRS Sniper Rifle. He got into his drop pod, closed the door behind him, and strapped himself in. He was about to take the ride of his life. A Covenant Carrier ship had invaded a human city known as New Mombasa. It was him and his teams job to drop into the Ship, and neautralize it. His HUD winked green, letting the rest of his squad know he was ready. The ODSTs (Orbital Drop Shock Trooper) were the UNSC's finest. (United Nations Space Command) They were the battle-hardened, Covenant-ass-kicking, space marines that got the job done. If the marines couldn't do it, they could. And if the ODST couldn't do it... it was time to call in a Spartan. Or, rather, The Master Chief. But they didn't get the Chief for this battle, he was onboard In Amber Clad .
"Latest intel reports Covenant troops are massing beneath the carrier," a female voice broke over the COM Channel, "not 'gunna find out up here."
"Jumpers, we are green, and very, very mean!" The ODST Captain boomed. The drop pods took off, and within seconds, the ODST could see the wreckage of the UNSC Navy that had been wiped out defending Earth.
"I take it back, Navy got it's butt kicked," An ODST commented on the COM channel.
"Hey, Romeo, remember when I told you to shut your mouth?" ODST Captain Buck asked.
"Yeah?" Romeo replied.
"Consider that a standing order," Buck finished. Romeo kept quiet.
"Captain, we view clear atop the deck, over." an ODST confirmed over COM.
"Stand by to adjust trajectory on my mark," the female voice said.
"What did she just say?" Romeo asked, ignoring his previous order.
"Mark!" she commanded.
"We're way off course!" a new voice said. They were off course, Patrick had noticed. There was no way they could make it.
"I'm heading exactly where I need to go," the female voice assured him.
"Radiation!" cried another voice.
"Did the Covenant just set off a nuke?" the ODST asked.
"No! The carrier is going to jump! It's the slipspace rupture, i-"
Static covered the rest. Patrick never got to hear her finish. The Carrier jumped, leaving behind a huge explosion, which covered most of New Mombasa. Patrick quickly grabbed his fingerhold, preparing for impact. The drop pod was hit by the blast, blew off course, slammed into another drop pod, and then, blackness.


[Edited on 07.13.2009 4:53 PM PDT]

  • 07.09.2009 6:28 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] New Mombasa: Part 1. The Drop.

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Replies come slow,

  • 07.09.2009 8:09 PM PDT

Does anyone even read these?

Couldn't you post these all in one thread?

  • 07.09.2009 8:10 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Yeah, I guess. I will. I'm still new, I didn't think of that.

  • 07.09.2009 8:37 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Part 2. After The Blast

Patrick awoke with a pain in his leg, and an aching in his head. He struggled to unstrap his
restraints, and opened the door. He had crashed in the middle of a street. He climbed out, and tried to regain his balance as he tumbled face first onto the concrete. "Damn..." He muttered. He reclaimed his footing, and gazed around. He dug in his drop pod for his SRS, and then moved for the nearest cover.
He tried using the COM channels to contact any survivors. "This is corporal Patrick Ryan, any UNSC personel, respond. I repeat an-" He was cut off by the distant howling of a Brute. He quickly inspected the area, trying to find where the Brute's howling was coming from. He spotted a Covenant patrol down the street. It consisted of three Brutes, and a couple of Grunts. He didn't stand a chance, atleast not from a vantage point. He hit the dirt behind an overturned car, and waited for the patrol to pass. The Brutes were halfway past him, when one stopped and sniffed the air. The Brutes comrades looked at their squadmate in confusion. Then they understood.
Patrick could feel his heart racing, when the Brutes turned to face him. One of the Brutes slowly approached the overturned car, and stared. He was about to look behind it, when his companions cut him off.
"Let's go, no human filth here," Patrick picked up through his helmets translators. He held his breath until the Covenant patrol turned the street corner. He let out a sigh of relief. He got back onto his feet, and continued down the street, sticking to the shadows. He was alerted when he heard gunfire. At first, he thought the bastards were shooting at him, but when he peeked around the building, he caught sight of a few Brutes firing on a building. He guessed they were shooting at some ODSTs who had escaped.
He wasn't going to just stand there, he had to do something. He spotted a good place to pick off the Patrol from a three-story building. He quickly climbed the stairs, aimed down his sights, and prepared to fire.

  • 07.09.2009 8:40 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Part 3 - Regroup.

Patrick pulled the trigger, and popped off a round. It flew directly through the skull of a Brutes head, and took him out. Surprised, the other Brutes scrambled for cover. Patrick cursed under his breath, relocated, and reloaded his weapon. The movement came as natural as breathing to him. He steadied his sniper, held his breath, and got another Brute between the eyes, as it peered around the edge of a building. He could hear the high pitched, gutteral barks of Grunts, as they cried for their fallen leader. One Brute remained. But this Brute was no fool, he ordered the Grunts to run into the building Patrick was sniping out of. Using SRS bullets on the easily killed Grunts was just a waste of ammo.
He flung his Sniper over his shoulder, withdrew his sidearm, and aimed towards the door where the Grunts were expected to come from. Within minutes, the Grunts came rushing in. He dropped the first Grunt with a couple of rounds, but the next one got a good, direct hit with its plasma pistol. Patrick screamed in pain, as the plasma exploded on his forearm. He ignored the hit, and disposed the next Grunt. He focused back on the last Brute, who was already dead, having been dealt with by his fellow ODST,
He flipped over to VISR mode and the ODSTs service records appeared instantly on his HUD. He knew both of the ODST he had just helped.
The first one was Private Jason Hewing. The second was a female, Sergeant Amy Smith.
He linked his HUD up to theirs, and winked his light three times, to signal he was coming down. They winked their lights in response. He climbed down the stairs, and met up with his newly found squad.
"Glad you could make it to the party," Jason said, nodding at Patrick.
"You're just lucky I saved your ass back there," Patrick replied.
"Corporal Ryan, glad you could make it. Do you have any idea what the hell is going on?"
"No, ma'am, I don't. All I know is: I don't think the mission objective is the same anymore."
"Agreed, corporal," Sergeant Smith said.
"I say we get the hell out of here, before we discuss anything." Jason interuppted. "Wouldn't want anymore of these guys showing up."

  • 07.09.2009 8:41 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Part 4 - Speed Chase.

Patrick studied the aftermath of the slipspace rupture. It was like looking into hell itself. There were collappsed buildings, ruined streets, and corpses of innocent citizens as far as the eye could see. Jason broke Patricks thoughts by pointing out a few dead Marines up ahead. They also spotted a Warthog. The three of them double-timed it to the fallen soldiers.
"Oh, hell..." Jason said.
"Corporal, collect those tags," Amy ordered Patrick. He nodded, and retrieved the tags. He inspected the names: Fernando Lopez and Daniel Bryant. He put the tags in his rucksack, and turned to the Warthog. The LRV looked like it was in perfect condition. Jason quickly opened the hood, and gave a thumbs-up sign as he closed it.
"She'll do. Pat, get on that 50cal, I'll drive." Jason told him. Patrick listened. Amy scavenged ammo from the corpses before climbing into the sideseat.
"Great, we got some wheels and nowhere to go. Atleast it beats walkin-" She was cut off by the roaring of an engine. But not the Warthog's. Jason looked behind the Warthog, and spotted two Brute Choppers rolling towards them.
"Damn it, hold on!" Jason warned them, climbing into the drivers seat. He put the pedal to the metal. Patrick turned the 50cal around and let rounds fly from it.
"Go, go, go, damn it!" Patrick yelled. The Choppers fired their cannons at the LRV, but Jason avoided them. Barely.
"Hold on, I'm driving into this traffic tunnel!" He told them, then things suddenly got dark. The only light source came from the Warthog's headlights. The ODSTs switched over to Low-Light mode, and they could see again. The Choppers were still riding their asses. Patrick continued to fire. Rounds tore through the wheel of one Chopper, sending it crashing into the wall, then exploding in an orange fireball.
One down, one to go. Patrick thought.
He was about to take out the other, when the 50cal clicked. "Damn it! I'm out," He warned his fellow ODST. Amy instantly turned around, frag grenade in hand.
"Fire in the hole!" She shouted, pulling the pin. She counted to three, then dropped the grenade. It rolled right under the second Chopper. The frag blew into an orange blossom, consuming the Chopper with it.
"Woo-hoo!" Jason shouted, freeing his hands from the wheel so he could cheer.
"Close one," Patrick commented. Suddenly, the lights inside the traffic tunnel snapped on. Jason came to a stop.
"What the hell?" He asked. Amy shrugged. They all exited the Warthog, and looked around in awe. Suddenly, the speakers inside the traffic tunnel came to life.
"Greetings. I am the Super Intendent." It said

  • 07.09.2009 8:42 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] New Mombasa (Part 5 available now!)

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Part 5 - The SI.

Super Intendent?" Jason questioned.
"Yes, I am New Mombasa's Super Intendent, or Caretaker of the city. I supply it with electricity, and do everyday functions. I have been watching you three for sometime now, and have considered every one of you a friend. The Covenant have invaded my city, which is why you are here, I'm assuming, seeing as you are UNSC." Amy, Pat, and Jason both shared a confusing glance.
"Uhm, yes, have you seen any other UNSC around? We got seperated," Patrick asked.
"Indeed I have. Here, allow me to upload a map of the city via your open COM channels. I will help you any way I can." The SI took a second to upload the Maps. But the change was obvious whenever he did. A holographic map appeared on Patrick's HUD. He inspected the city, then used his helmets neural interface to close it.
"You have cameras spread all throughout the city, right? You can take us to our team?" Amy questioned.
"Indeed I can," the SI replied. Within seconds, a nav point was placed on every one of their maps. "You should get going, my sensors indicate that more of our enemies are closing in on this location. Have a nice day." the SI cut the speakers off.
The squad looked at eachother.
"What the hell does he mean 'have a nice day?'" Jason asked. Patrick shrugged. Amy climbed back in the passenger seat, and Patrick in the Gunner. Instead of manning the turret, he sat on the ledge, SRS in hand. Jason burned rubber, and hauled out of the traffic tunnel.
When he passed the exit, he noticed Choppers about to exit, too. Until the doors closed. No doubt the work had been done by the SI.
"I like our new friend," Amy commented. Jason nodded.

In about half an hour, they arrived where the map marker had taken them. Jason was the first to exit the LRV, followed by Patrick and Amy.
"Where the hell are they?" Jason asked. Patrick brushed his shoulder and inspected some of the nearby buildings. He peered into the entrance of a run-down Gas Station. He heard ruffling inside.
"Guys," he said through a secure COM channel. His team-mates came to his side. "I got movement in here," Patrick explained. They all switched to Low-Light mode. Still, that didn't help much. There was a hell of a lot of dust in the air. Suddenly, over an open COM channel, the ODSTs heard:
"Flash?"
"Thunder." Patrick replied to the ever so famous annalogy used in WWII by the Allies.
Two ODSTs exited the gas station, and linked their Vitals up to Amy, Jason, and Pat. Their service records appeared on his HUD. He knew one of the ODST, but was unclear on who the other was.
"Man, are we glad to see you," an ODST said. The one Patrick was unfamiliar with. "Private Jones at your command, ma'am." He reported. The other spoke up.
"Amy, am I happy to see you," he said. This ODSTs name was Tanner Mayson. He had been in the same company as Patrick during his training. He noticed Patrick, then focused his attention on him. "Patrick, you old bastard! You made it!" He said, knocking Patrick on the head.
"Tanner, long time no see. I didn't even know you were on this damn Op." Patrick replied. Amy cut the conversation short.
"So, there's five of us now. But Forty of us dropped. I intend on finding the rest, and getting the hell out of here." She said. The rest of the squad agreed.
"Well, we did meet up with a few other marines. Damn Brutes got them though. We got away." Tanner said.
"We also have intel that a Base of Opperations is being set up in town square. That's where we were headin'.The SI informed us you were coming, guess he told you the same,"
"Sure did," Jason confirmed.
Patrick turned around, and faced the LRV.
"We should get moving," he said, "think this Warthog can carry five?"

[Edited on 07.09.2009 9:00 PM PDT]

  • 07.09.2009 8:43 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Okay, there. Ignore the other threads.

  • 07.09.2009 8:50 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

I posted "Ignore this" On the other threads. Sorry if you thought I was spamming.

  • 07.09.2009 9:09 PM PDT

If you dislike what I post, please just tell me the problem's instead of being rude. Thank-you.
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Good job CousiN!!!!!!!!

  • 07.09.2009 9:15 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

WOOT :P

  • 07.09.2009 10:44 PM PDT

Interesting, albeit a little short.

  • 07.10.2009 4:13 AM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Awesome.

  • 07.10.2009 11:16 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] New Mombasa (Part 6 available now!)

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Part 6 - You Win Some, You Lose Some.

The five ODSTs had been hiding out in a three story building for about an hour now. They fed themselves with Rations, and rested awhile. Patrick was on look-out. While the rest of his friends were inside the building, he was on top of the roof with his trusty SRS. The sun was starting to set, and the darker it got, the more Covenant came into the streets. He could see easily dozens of Covenant from his vantage point, but trying to pick them off was a foolish idea. They'd be on his ass faster than a drill sergeant if he messed up. He looked around, keeping his eye out for anything suspicious. Then he found something.
"Guys," he said over the COM channel.
Amy replied a few seconds late. "Yeah?" she asked.
"I got something up here, come take a look." Patrick informed her.
"Alright. Hold on," she said. Within a minute, the ODSTs had come out of the trapdoor which lead to the roof.
"What is it?" Jason asked. Patrick handed him the sniper rifle.
"You see that collappsed bridge, over there," he pointed, "use the scope on it." Jason did.
"Holy hell..." he said breathlessly.
"What is it?" Tanner asked eagerly, trying to use the magnification his helmet supplies. It wasn't enough. "Is it our boys?" Tanner asked.
"No," Patrick replied. "It has four legs, a huge ass laser, and a helluvalot of baddies on it."
"Wait, I hope you don't mean a sc-" Tanner started.
"Scarab." Jason finished. Tanner sunk back against the ledge of the roof.
Patrick reclaimed his sniper, and studied the Scarab. It was doing nothing but sitting there. The entire squad stayed on the roof for about five minutes, until the Scarab let plasma fly from it's cannon. It wasn't aimed towards them.
"What the hell are they shooting at?" Jones asked.
"There's only one reason I can think of that the Covenant would send a Scarab. They're trying to take down a base camp." Amy hypothesised. "Alright, solders, let's move out. I want that Scarab down yesterday, you understand me?" She looked to Tanner. "Get your ass up, soldier! We have some Covenant ass to kick."

They arrived at the Scarab in about an hour. The siege was still going on. Patrick had a clear line of view now. They were only a hundred yards away fromt he damn thing. The Scarab was stationed on about half a click away from the Base Camp. It tore down buildings with its Plasma Cannon. If Pat and his squad didn't do something fast, that Base Camp would be done for.
"So, what's the plan?" Jason asked Amy. She was still thinking about how to take it down.
"Jones, are you a fast runner?" Amy asked. Jones looked at her in surprise.
"Uhm... yes, I mean, yes ma'am," He stuttered.
"Good, I want you to listen to me. On my mark, I want you to haul your ass to that Base, do you understand me, soldier? I need you to find out what the hell is going on, how many men are in there, and what supplies we have. Understood?"
Jones nodded. "Yes ma'am."
"Good, leave your equipment here, you'll need to be able to run fast." Amy said. Jones laid down his SMG and rucksack. Amy waited until the Scarabs Plasma cannon had to recharge.
"Mark!" she exclamed. Jones broke into a sprint. He wasn't lying when he said he could run fast, Patrick noticed. Jones was hauling ass. The squad watched while Jones made it to the Base Camp, gained access, and went inside.
"Alright - I'm in." Jones said over the COM channel.
"Confirmed," Amy replied. All of a sudden, plasma struck the wall next to her. She quickly turned around. As did the rest of the squad. There were three Grunts and a single Brute, Patrick saw. The squad ran for cover.
"Where the hell did they come from?" Tanner yelled. Everyone ignored the question. Rounds flew from MA5B assault rifles, SMG's, and Patricks SRS. Jason managed to get rid of one of the Gruns, until he was hit in the chest by the Brute's spiker. He screamed in pain, and fell to the ground. Amy went to his side, and gave some covering fire. Patrick got a clean hit on the Brute in the torso, but that only made him go berserk.
"Oohh, you're ganna get it now, aliens!" Patrick heard one of the Grunts say through his translators. Patrick was about to finish the Brute with a round to the skull, when his Rifle clicked. No ammo in the magazine. Tanner brought up his SMG to fire, but the Brute was already on him. He grabbed Tanner's SMG, discarded it, and sent Tanner flying into the wall.
Amy tried shooting, too, but a grunt got her in the back with his plasma pistol. Patrick was the only one left in the fight, it seemed. He threw his SRS to the floor, and struggled for his sidearm. The Brute was about six feet away from him. He unloaded into the Brute, but it's hide, and thick armor, blocked most of the bullets. Patrick ran out of ammo fast. He switched to his combat knife, and was ready for close combat. If he lived through this, he's probably be the first ever human to survive a close encounter with a Brute. Amy rolled over on her side, and shot the remaining grunts with her MA5B. They both dropped. Tanner was unconscious. And Jason was too badly wounded to even move. Thing's didn't look good.
The Brute charged Patrick, but he rolled out of the way. The Brute went in for a second attack, and slammed Patrick on the ground. He was pinned down by the Brutes foot. He quickly jabbed at it with his knife, and the Brute released him, crying in rage. Patrick rushed the Brute, dug the knife in his chest, and jumped back. The Brute remained staning for a few seconds before dropping to his knees. Then to the ground.
Patrick gasped for breath, and went to check on his squad mates. He helped Amy up, and lean against a wall. Then focused on Jason. He was struggling to breathe.
"Jason... Jason, are you alright? It's me. Patrick." Patrick said. Jason slid the visor back on his helmet, revealing his face. Blood was squirting from his mouth.
"Pat-" He coughed. "Patrick.... I... I don't think I'll make it through this one." He said, blinking away tears.
"Just don't talk, okay? We'll get you to a medic, just hold on." He was about to help Jason up, when he grabbed ahold of his hand. Patrick stopped.
"Patrick... I won't be able to make it... I can't even-" He was running out of breath. "I can't even wa- walk..." He finished.
"When you can't run, you crawl." Patrick said. Jason's eyes widened.
"And when you can't crawl..." Jason added.
"You find someone to carry you." Amy finished, leaning on Patricks side. It had been an old saying of the ODST.
The conversation was cut short by a distant explosion. Patrick looked up and saw that the explosion came from the Scarab. "What the hell?" he said. The Scarab collappsed, and exploded. Overhead, through the smoke, Patrick saw Hornets fly by. Marines came rushing out of the Base Camp. Jones caught up with his squad.
"What the hell happened...?" Jones asked, inspecting his damaged squad. No one answered. Patrick looked back down towards Jason, and noticed he wasn't breathing. Jason was dead. Patrick felt a tear run down his face. He had known Jason for years. And now he was gone. He knelt down, closed Jason's eyes, collected his tags, and saluted.

[Edited on 07.10.2009 4:36 PM PDT]

  • 07.10.2009 4:28 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] New Mombasa (Part 6 available now!) [Story]

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Part 7 - No Rest For The Weary

Patrick couldn't get over the fact that Jason was gone. It had only been a few hours. He sat on a bench in the locker room of Base Camp. He had showered and freshened up. The others went to the mess hall for a well deserved meal, but he stayed behind contimplating.
"Pat..?" A voice called his name. Patrick looked up.
"Hey, Amy." He replied plainly. Amy took a few steps closer.
"You okay?" She asked. Patrick took a second, then shook his head.
"No," He answered. She took a seat on the bench next to him. A few seconds of awkwardness went by, then Patrick put his face in his hands. He started to cry. Amy put her arms around him and cradled him.
"Shh..." She comforted.

In the mess hall Tanner and Jones were finishing up their meal. They didn't know Jason personally, but the loss of any soldier wasn't an easy thing to cope with. Everyone in the hall was laughing, and yelling. Until the Colonel walked in.
"Listen up!" He yelled. The soldiers grew silent. "We're moving out! All of us! We're getting the hell out of this hole, and getting back into space. We depart in 0200 hours. Understood?"
"Ooh-rah!" The mixture of Marines and ODST yelled. The Colonel nodded, and stepped out.
"Guess we better go get Amy and Pat?" Jones suggested. Tanner nodded, pushed his trey away, and got up. Jones followed.
When Jones and Tanner got to the Locker room, they saw Patrick and Amy holding eachother. Tanner was about to break them up, when Jones pulled him back.
"What the hell are you doing?" he whispered. "Let them be," He walked out of the Locker rooms. Tanner hesitated, then followed. The two of them walked to the armory, put their ODST suits back on, and equipped themselves with weapons. All of a sudden, the Base shook.
"Damn it! What the hell was that?" Jones asked. Tanner shook his head.
"Are we under attack?" A nearby marine asked.
"Dunno, man. I hope not." Another answered.
To answere their questions, a marine ran into the armory and announced it. "Covenant!" he said.
Tanner and Jones looked at eachother. "Alright, let's move out." Tanner said. Jones nodded.

  • 07.13.2009 12:11 PM PDT
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

Ossim first part, havent read the others but i will. Good stuff.

  • 07.13.2009 3:32 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Thanks, I appreciate it.

  • 07.13.2009 4:20 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] New Mombasa (Part 8 available now!) [Story]

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Part 8 - "Just What We Needed,"

"Great," Jones commented. "We get out of combat a couple of hours and look what the hell happens? The Covenant are back to riding our asses." Tanner looked at him.
"Since when are you one to complain, private? Nothing beats the thrill of combat," Tanner said. Jones shrugged. The Colonel's voice came to life via the Base's speakers.
"Attention, all UNSC personel, we are under attack. This is NOT a drill, I repeat: This is NOT a drill," He said. Marines were running around left to right, looking for their equipment, getting suited up, and even panicking. Amy and Patrick caught up with the two ODST.
"Bout time," Jones said.
"Sorry, we were uhm... a little busy." Patrick said. Tanner tried not to laugh.
"Alright, boys, let's do this. On me. Let's show these Covenant bastards why NOT to pick a fight with an ODST." Amy ordered. Her ODSTs replied by the nods of their heads.

War Chieften Durmas inspected his soldiers; a whole company of Brutes. He had a fleet of Banshees and Ghosts at his command as well.
"Jurhan," He called for his sub commander.
"Yes, your Excellency?" He answered.
"You lead our troops inside that Human base. I want you to capture as many prisoners as possible, kill the rest."
"Yes, Excellency." He replied, then held his Gravity Hammer in the air. The order to infiltrate. The Brutes roared in approval. Durmas watched, and waited for the annhilation of the base.

Patrick popped a round of his SRS into a Brutes skull. He retreated down a hall way, and lobbed a grenade behind him. Two more Brutes were caught in the blast. He pulled up beside Amy. She had her helmet off, the Brutes attacked too quick for her to put her appropriate gear on, so she had to cope with it. Patrick felt naked without his ODST jumpsuit, either. "That's three more down," he commented. Amy gasped in pain, as she walked down the hallway a bit more. Tanner and Jones spoke through an open COM channel. Amy had managed to get a headset, but she prefered her helmet.
"Er, guys? There's a crap load of Brutes out here. Way too many, we don't stand a chance."
"What do you suggest then, private?" Amy asked Jones.
"I suggest getting the hell out of her. You know, live to fight another day?" Jones replied.
"We don't leave until the Colonel gives the order, understood?" Amy said. Ironicly, right after she finished, the Colonel made an announcment.
"All UNCS personel, be advised, we are pulling out. I repeat, we are RETREATING," He issued.
"Now can we run like hell?" Jones asked.
"Affirmitave, wait for me at the hangar, let's grab some wheels." Amy answered.
"Rodger, out." Jones replied.
Patrick looked at Amy, then asked her: "To the Hangar?"
She nodded.

Jones and Tanner fought their way to the hangar, with the help of marines. They were only a few meters away when the hangar door opened. There were a helluva lot of Marines holding up in there. "Guys, in here!" a marine told them. They double timed it. Jones oppened up the COM channel.
"Guys we're here? Where the hell are you two? We don't have much time." he said.
"Almost there, just hold on." Amy answered. Withing a few minutes, Patrick and Amy showed up.
"Bout time," Tanner said. The Colonel walked up to the ODST. "You guys set? It won't be long until the Brutes make their way inside the hangar, we should go now." Patrick nodded. The ODSTs had their eyes set on a couple of Warthogs, until Brutes busted in, guns blazing. The UNSC soldiers all took cover, some manned Warthog turrets, and others got into a few Scorpions.
"We have to go! Now! Get into whatever's closest!" Amy ordered. The closest things were a couple of Mongooses. Patrick really didn't want to ride in one of those, but this was no time to be picky. Patrick climbed into the Drivers seat, and Amy hopped onto the back. Tanner and Jones both got into their own Mongoose. The duo floored it to the hangars exit, until Tanner's mongoose was blown off its wheels by an explosion. Amy looked back and saw a few Brutes grab the two ODST and drag them off. Patrick had no choice but to keep going.
He drove on until he thought he'd lost them. Amy stepped off. So did Patrick.
"Great..." Amy said. "Just what we needed,"

[Edited on 07.13.2009 4:56 PM PDT]

  • 07.13.2009 4:51 PM PDT