- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
This is my first Fanfic, its pretty short I know. The epilogue is combat based to spark interest. Storyline is to come!
Behind the Blue Visor
The ODSTs
Epilogue
David crawled through the thick bush, his normally black armor smothered in wet, green moss. He kept his view forward, while moving his hands quickly and elegantly, silently communicating with his squad of 7. The moved swiftly, as a mind of one. Even the eyes of an ODST sniper could not penetrate the dense fog and heavy rain of the African forests. Bravo squad slowly advanced on a known Covenant fallback position. They were to rendezvous with Marines at precise coordinates and flank the temporary complex. So far, the insertion had gone completely to plan, the intense training of the ODST squad at its best. But David knew that the mission wouldn’t remain that way, it never did when fighting the unforgiving Covenant bastards that lay in wait only 12 clicks away.
20 minutes later, the Marines in Charlie Platoon, Alpha company, 345th Airborne Division received a radio transmission over a secure communication line. “Bravo squad in position, ready to strike, over”
“Roger Bravo squad, maintain position and await my mark, over.” This was the reply of Captain Recker, a battle-hardened airborne marine who knew the Covenant up-close and personal. His platoon was in charge of recon before the strike began. The grumose fog made a nightmare for his snipers to find targets. To keep quiet, the sniper-spotter teams wrote down enemy targets and approximate positions rather than yelling them to the Cpt. Recker who was in a concealed position. After another 15 long minutes lying in wait, the recon was complete.
“Stationary turrets at coordinates Bravo Zulu one, five, four. Elite patrols of 2 scanning perimeter. Jackals defending main entrances. Estimated enemy strength: 30.” The wet paper was hard to read in the dark forest, but the Captain managed to relay the message to the ODSTs.
“Bravo squad, come in.” Recker eagerly awaited a transmission from the Lietenant. Nothing. “Bravo sqaud, do you read?”
“Roger Charlie, go ahead, over.” A rush of static filled the message, and the Captain’s deafened ears could barely decipher the reply.
“Bravo squad, your team will assault from the east on first fire. Eliminate the roving Elite patrol, then come in with the big guns. Charlie will move in from the South, we will engage first fire and provide support. Confirm, over.” Recker’s mouth was dry, adrenaline rushed through his body. This was not a feeling that he liked.
The voice of the ODST Lieutenant was calm, though. Fear was not apparent in his voice. “Roger Charlie, in position and awaiting first fire, over.”
Captain Recker gave the signal and his 45 Marines advanced slowly under the cover of 2 sniper-spotter teams. He would be the first to fire, signaling the beginning of the assault on this unwary Covenant facility. Under the cover of thick brush and humid fog, the Marines assembled to open fire. Recker sighted an unwary Jackal through his soft sights, and pulled the trigger receiving a satisfying pump to his shoulder. The bird-like alien’s neck sliced open and spat blood all over the nearby wall. A whole platoon of Marines opened fire on the precinct, and Grunts, Jackals, and Elites alike took defense. The stationary gun had a vantage point on the platoon, and opened fire.
“Someone take out that damn gun!” An anonymous voice followed by screams of agony echoed over the com. The trail of fin-stabilized sniper bullets appeared in the air, and the gunner slumped over in a heap. Just as the Elites began to advance on the Marines position, synchronized fire from Bravo squad quickly tore through the shields both menaces in the roving patrol. “Grenade out!” After a 4 second fuse, flesh and purple blood rained down upon the complex.
“Kennedy, get on that gun!” David barked over the com. Staff Sergeant Kennedy sprinted for the gun under the covering fire of his squadmates. He tossed the dead Grunt from the seat and immediately starting pouring fire onto the exposed aliens. “Perimeter clear, Charlie, move up!”
Recker waved his platoon forward. Adrenaline rushed through every Marine as they dashed towards the complex. Bravo squad moved into the facility, clearing it room by room while Charlie platoon mopped up the rest of the Covenant and secured the perimeter.
David was on point, and moving through the Covenant base they came upon very few enemies. “Hostiles nine o’clock!” Sequences of sustained bursts easily eliminated a roving patrol of Grunts.
“Charlie, the premisis is secure.”
The Captain’s voice stressed his relief. “Roger that Bravo squad. I’ve just received a secure transmission from ONI, they got Covies runnin’ like hell from Mombasa towards this fallback point. My platoon has sustained many casualties, and more wounded. David, we won’t be able to hold out like this.”
“Don’t worry Captain, I’ve got a plan.”