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CPL. JOSEPH CLEMENS, UNSC MARINES. OCTOBER 20th 2552
I was sweating buckets. My heart was about to beat out of my -blam!- ribcage. But I kept working, kept stacking -blam!- in front of the doors. I had no capacity to process what was going on. Me, and I'm sure, the rest of my squad were acting out of animal instinct. To survive. I was hyperventilating, My hands were moving separately from my brain, and me and my fellow Marines managed to place the last bulkhead in front of the barricade. I slumped to the floor. Everything came back to me. I took the deepest inhale of my life and shut out the chaos around me.
I was alive. And I intended to keep it that way. I wiped the sweat from my brow and put my Helmet back on. I laid my BR55 carbine by the snack stand before we barricaded the entrance, and I got on my feet and grabbed it.
"Jesus Christ," said Private Binetti. "The Army boys out there are goddamn heroes."
Sergeant Hayes finished taking a sip from his canteen. "I hope they survive. We're all in here because of them. All right Marines, everyone on your feet. The Covenant are still out there and they're gonna be on our heels after they're done with the Army. And we don't know what's in here, either."
Binetti replied, "Where the hell are we anyway? It looks like a theatre."
I added, "We are in a theatre. The Mombasa Megaplex. It's one of the few places they still show those old plays and stuff along with films."
Hayes chimed in, sarcastically, "Yeah, we're watching the Marines Get Killed by Genocidal Aliens."
Everyone shut up at that point. All twelve marines in my fire team were in here. We were an advance battalion sent by the 405th Marine Division to help sustain resistance until the fleet got their sorry asses down here. As far as we know, a Carrier broke through the Navy and plopped itself right above Mombassa. And we have to deal with whatever it brings out to kill us with.
I unlatched the bolt on my BR55 and inserted a fresh magazine and slammed down on the bolt. It made a satisfying click as it chambered a round. I was combat effective and I intended to drop some aliens.
"Alright, I'll take point. We're going to sweep this building and find a position to fortify. The Covenant is going to want us dead. Hopefully we'll get reinforcements. I'll send out a signal once we bunker down. We're going to try to link up with whoever gets down here in large quantities. There are simply not enough of us to stop an offensive like this. Let's sweep the building for any survivors. Human or otherwise."
Hayes led us through the main hallway. Flickering lights and knocked aside furniture were a tell-tale sign of the pandemonium that a fleeing civilian populace creates. I swept the area with my rifle. We eventually found our way to the Grand Theatre. Golden ornamental arches overlooked the Mahagony wooden floor and red carpet with leather seating.
It was beautiful. It was unfortunate that the place was going to be burned to the ground. As we swept the seats, we came across two Military Police clad in blue berets. They were both armed with Army-issue DMR rifles.
Before Hayes could ask them for a sitrep, the building shook and a metallic shriek nearly shattered my eardrums. We had no idea what just hit us, but it sure as hell wasn't pleasant.
Hayes shouted an order, "Everyone, move your ass to the pavilion on the second floor!" A crack in the ceiling expanded and dusty rays of light punctured the dimly lit theater. We all turned and hustled up the stairs. Private Franco, our marksman, propped his SR99 rifle against the railing and pointed at the entrance of the theater.
"Weapons free. Cook any inhuman bastard that comes through."
We waited thirty seconds. And that felt like an hour. Our first contact was a group of grunts that clumsily waddled through the hallway. Quick headshots dispatched them before they could get their shots off. The five-foot little ankle-biters carried plasma pistols in their stocky hands. We're told to blow up the methane tanks they carry on their back. They made for spectacular fireworks sometimes if they ignite.
"Is that it?" asked a nervous private. I believed his name was Richards.
"Nope. Likely just an advance team. I'm pretty sure we're going to meet some substantially more competent aliens. I'm betting Elites." Hayes replied. His eyes were fixed downrange as he pointed his MA5C rifle.
A guttural roar of an Elite shattered the air and the fight began. Large, saurian aliens in polished armor rushed into the room, firing their plasma rifles. Within seconds. We had a man down. A Marine was struck in the chest by a plasma bolt, killing him instantly and burning through his armor.
"Get the fire on those Elites. Use your grenades!"
I loaded a shell into my M319 launcher and fired on at a pair of Elites hiding behind two leather seats. The grenade detonated behind them and they disappeared in a cloud of shrapnel and fire. I turned and adjusted my aim on a red-clad major and put a three round burst into it. Its shields sparked and flickered as it turned its attention towards me. It fired a hail of plasma that few over my head and smashed into the wall behind me, kicking up glass particles and flames. I could feel the heat on my back. I gritted my teeth and put another pair of burst on the Major. Its shield's popped and its brains splattered out of the back of the Elite's head. It shrieked and fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
I looked around at the rest of the Marines. The two Military Police moved further up and were laying down fire with their DMRs. We had minimal casualties, and a superior position to the Covenant. But that's the thing with the Covies. They keep -blam!- coming. They will gladly pile their bodies up in the name of their damn heathen gods or whatever the hell they worship. Especially the Elites, they would gladly kill themselves then surrender. The other races would gladly pack up and flee.
The first wave of Covenant now depleted, a dozen grunts and six more elites came to reinforce their comrades. They were going to keep coming too.
"We can't hold them off forever! I've planted a distress beacon. We need to hold this position for two more minutes," shouted Hayes frantically as he reloaded.
Nobody said anything. We just continued to put pressure on the Covenant. The Grunts were little trouble, their corpses hit the ground moments after entering. The Elites proved to be more resilient with their recharging energy shields. As what I estimate was a minute progressed, the building shook again and debris began to fall from the ceiling. Wraiths had a fix on our position and began to lob mortars at us. Through the large holes in the ceiling we could see their position on a highway overpass.
We all knew we were boned. It was just a matter of time. Those Wraiths has the capability to kill us. But they ceased fire They simply hovered on the bridge. Two Phantom dropships swooped above the holes punched by the Wraiths, and two teams of Elites dropped. They were lead by an Elite clad in white armor. Probably the equivalent of a Major or Brigadier. He ignited a pair of energy swords. I guessed he wanted to kill us all to prove to his Elite pals he was top dog. We continued firing. The Phantoms turned their turrets and began to fire on our position. The pavilion was now pockmarked by plasma scoring and we could hear it creaking beneath us. By the time the Phantoms left, The Elites were advancing. A Hail of gunfire meant little to them.
"We're -blam!-!" Someone cried out.
Like a grace of God or something, a voice came over the TACCOMM.
"This is Victor 2-3 Alpha. Flight of three Skyhawks inbounds. Hang tight and keep your heads down. This is going to be close."
Three fighters thundered overhead and broke apart. Two delivered ordinance on the building we were in, while the other destroyed the pair of Wraiths on the overpass, which collapsed and buried the flaming carcasses of the tanks in rubble. The group of Covenant situated in the seats ceased to exist, and the whole room was blackened with ash. Everything still alive was coughing. Flames licked into the air as we all stood up. The pavilion let out a monstrous roar and what was left of the ceiling came crashing down.
"Everyone up, out of here. Move your asses!"
Hayes shouted as the pavilion began to collapse. It began to slide downward and every person climbing struggled to scale upwards. I managed to climp up by gripping the rough impact marks of plasma bolts. A crate slid downwards and knocked a Marine into the fire below. He let out a hellish scream as he died right there. It was horrible, but we all kept going. By the time we made it to the back of the pavilion, there were only six of us left. We made our way through the back hallways avoiding flames and falling parts of the ceiling. Grunts, half dead by the looks of it, stumbled around clumsily. Hayes put shots in them with his M6C sidearm. "Jesus, they were trying to flank us."
We came across a few dead elites, mangled almost beyond recognition by the airstrike. The building shook again. And we hauled ass. We went into the rear lobby. A shocked pair of Jackals was dropped by shots before they could deploy their shields. Their frail avian bodies were shattered. I kicked down the door and the five Marines and one Military Police ran onto the streets of new Mombasa. The Building collapsed behind us I looked into the air and saw the massive silver Assault Carrier. I touched down next to the space elevator and had its gravity lift deployed. The air was filled with fighters locked in combat with each other. A Pelican descended from the skyscrapers clawing their way to the Mombasa sky and landed in the deserted street.