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Please do not cross-post... it does belong in New Mombasa, where you first posted this, but not in the Septagon.
-- Steve


More Pain, More Stubborn


Bodies lay strewn across the floor, death everywhere. Multiple units slaughtered. The Chief paced across the blood soaked ground, his eyes appraising the scene, switching from body to body. Marines were scattered around several central points-large scorch marks on the ground. Many had lost their identity in the blasts. Too many were faceless, scorched skulls being all that remained. Blood smeared walls surrounded the scene, specked with fire marks. They’d died fighting at least, more than could be said for many of those who attempted to defend the northern regions of Earth.

He stood for a while, collating everything. It looked as though they’d been caught completely unaware. He’d seen plenty of allies fall during turf clashes, but nothing quite like this. It was an absolute massacre. As he surveyed the devastation, he could almost see it happening. Covenant tactics were adapting, growing worryingly more efficient, as if their aim had altered. The manoeuvres used in this ambush were far more complex than those used in the initial landings on Earth. Elites must have attacked first and left the squadron open to aerial bombardment. Their Search and Destroy tactics were looking more and more like guerrilla warfare. There weren’t any traces of brute activity in this attack either. The crease on the Chief’s brow grew deeper as his frown hardened. For days he’d fought on through some of the harshest fire fights held on Earth just to rendezvous with this cargo. There was no sign of it and the convoy was neutralized. Apparently this attack had another purpose apart from indiscriminate eradication.

Still, the Chief remained alone. He looked down at his rifle, previously owned by Sergeant Dawson. Her insignia remained on the stock despite all the conflict it had seen. A feeling of dreadful isolation swept over him, something he hadn’t felt in a very long time. He remembered how he felt when he first saw the Mega City, the entirety of its power and grace. And then how he felt learning of its destruction. The Chief felt something bubbling inside of him, an unreasonable anger. This was irregular but he was surprised to find he actually understood it. He embraced it, clarity purifying his mind again and his frown became a stone cold grimace.

The Chief had no idea why the Covenant had diverted so many forces into gaining that cargo but one thing was for certain, they were not keeping it.











End of the Line


“Lieutenant! Take a look.” Hannings cried down his throat mic. One of the structures overhead appeared to be glowing with an intense light. The soldiers cried out and covered their ears when the ear-splitting crack resounded across the landscape. The structure used to be a corporate HQ, towering into the sky. The top half toppled, the thousands of windows shattering in a frantically glinting cascade of jagged rain. The convoy screeched to a halt as what used to be a building hammered into multiple streets cutting off their direct route for half a mile.

“-blam!-!! What the -blam!- was that!?” Culshaw peered in vain out of the narrow window of his LAV. A torrent of dust had exploded from the crash site and blew down the street towards them like an enraged hurricane. The first eight vehicles were consumed in a whirling dust cloud.

“Christ, reverse, reverse!” Culshaw shouted to his petty officer.

Colonel Joster stared at the giant dust cloud that had just filled her monitor screen. “All units report.” She announced, carefully restraining the hint of desperation that fought to creep into her voice. It looked like an ambush and those vehicles needed to move quickly.

Inside the dust cloud, Lieutenant……jumped back into the cabin. “Come on, let’s move.” The Armoured vehicle’s gears crunched as he opened up the arms cabinet. The LAV set into reverse just as the world suddenly lit up with a blinding blue flash, the cumbersome vehicle lurching onto its side. Hannings smashed his head against the cabin wall and momentarily blacked out. He came around to hear someone’s panicked screams. It was petty officer Jenkins, strapped into the driver seat. He was struggling in his up turned seat, hanging almost upside down. The side door had caved in and was glowing red. The driver seared his face on the red hot door as he frantically tried to wriggle free of his straps. Hannings crawled up to him and stretched his hand out to one of Jenkin’s buckles. He craned his neck up wards to get a better view “-blam!-…No…” A compacted squeal came from behind Jenkins and his head ruptured, showering Hannings with a visceral soup of blood and brains. Hanning’s wide eyes switched up to the side door window where an alien figure crouched, its long spindly fingers clasping the edge. A plasma rifle hung where Jenkins head had been and Hannings panic stricken eyes stared into it. The squealing whir came again and Hannings’ body convulsed as it was hammered by bolt upon bolt of smouldering energy. He was dead before he hit the floor, his body a scorched mess. The plasma bolts had instantly burnt through his torso and ignited the electrical controls behind him. The cockpit flared up.

Behind the dust cloud, Joster shouted orders in vain, attempting to coordinate the soldiers under attack. Lightning blue and green bolts lit up trace paths amidst the dust cloud, which were accompanied by erratic flashes of blinding white light appearing all over the scene. “All units, retreat.”

“It’s inside! It’s insi-“
“GET IT OFF! GE – -blam!- OFF…GOD HE-.“ Joster grimaced as panicked bursts of shouting came over her comm. set. Her eyes darted over her view screen with exasperation. They were being slaughtered and there was nothing they could do about it. “All units, retreat!”

Suddenly, an LRV careered out of the cloud, slamming into one of the light tanks. It was followed by a hurtling plasma bolt. The soldiers outside, watched for the split second as it sped through the air, crackling with intense suspended energy, and slammed into the LRV. The vehicle instantly sprung forwards, crunching upside down on the tank. Green tracers darted the air, one hitting a gunner in the chest, instantly splitting him open. A passenger inside the up turned warthog started to clamber out of the wreckage screaming in agony just as the whole vehicle exploded in a giant plume of flames, engulfing the wounded soldier.

*any suggestions for what happens next?...

[Edited on 2/17/2006 by Anton P Nym]

  • 02.17.2006 12:47 PM PDT