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Deviant Shadow
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0400 Hours
Halo Ring Gamma
2599, Dawn Sept. 10th
Sweat dripped down his face as Private Davy Michaels crouched behind concrete slab. Plasma burns were already on the trees and buildings all behind him and they were not easing up. Michaels had never been in a combat situation before but he was no fool. Knowing full well that in the game of war Private's were little more than pawns on a chess board. His duty was to die defending his brothers in the UNSC from these hostile Aliens, another fanatic group not nearly as large as the Covenant. These were simply heretics but they amassed so quickly that the 112th Platoon was the only one within range to stop them. There was only 50 soldiers sent to stop 2,000. The odds were greatly against them but they did not let that get them down, they had marched proudly to the battlefield with the intention of wiping out their enemy and going home. Now these now Marines were falling left and right. Michaels counted twelve marines including himself still alive, a shotgun from a fallen ally was a few feet away so Michaels reached for it. Right when he did a large Brute stepped forward sniffing the air right above him, grabbing the gun he cocked it, the Brute grunted and looked down. *BOOM!* The Brute fell as the shotgun went off in his face, Michaels needed to move fast, that surely gave away his position. He looked over and saw his best friend, Private Mikie McKormic crouched behind a fallen log. Michaels motioned a punch to his fist then pointed towards the advancing heretics, this was the signal for suppressive fire. McKormic nodded and picked up his assault rifle broke cover and started shooting. Michaels rolled towards the buildings and barely missed several bursts of plasma which followed. After quickly reloading he jumped out while firing his assault rifle.
"Fall Back!"
Michaels was shouting and shooting at the same time and he realized that his companions had not heard him.
"FALL BACK!"
Screaming this time they all fell back behind the two buildings. Plasma grenades started sticking to the buildings blowing chunks out of the walls. The marines cover would not last for long. Michaels realized they had no CO (Commanding Officer), he turned to his friends and pointed to the woods about a hundred yards away, they nodded and started heading that way. McKormic had stayed with Michaels. Michaels quickly took his own grenades and McKormics and began putting them into a pile. He picked up a battle rifle and took off running. McKormic close behind, when he was about half way to the woods he turned around and saw the Brutes and Elites appearing around the two buildings, he put his eye to his scope and fired. Perfect shot! The explosion knocked all the aliens to the ground so Michaels turned and sprinted to the woods before more of the heretics saw him.
* *** *
Once they were safely a long ways into the forrest they stopped to check ammunition supplies and injuries. Out of the tweleve of them only four were uninjured. Michaels knew they wouldn't just listen to his command no questions asked so he decide to approach the matter from a different perspective.
"We have reinforcements comming in two days, but if we dont have more ammo we ain't gonna make it that long. I think two of use should stay and treat and gaurd the wounded and the other two should go back and gather what ammo we can."
The other marines agreed. After quickly deciding who would stay and who would go the other two took off towards the battlefield and McKormic and Michaels stayed, after they were sure no one would die the began to think up ways to help out the situation. Michaels was more thinking outloud.
"Okay well the first thing we need is a CO but we cant promote ourselves."
McKormic reached into his bag and pulled out his battlefield handbook, not necessarily look, it says here on Page 19 that '...if all that remains from any group is the Privates that they should then promote one of their own to Corporal. This is for EXTREME circumstances ONLY.'"[/i]
Michaels nodded, he remembered reading that.
"Okay so who should be protmoted, well we'll talk with the others when they get back but in the mean time lets figure out what to do with these guys."
* *** *
By the time the other two returned it was well after dark, Michaels was losing his cool.
"What took you two so long?"
Private Collins and Private Garrison were notorious for getting themselves into trouble.
"Hey man chill," was Private Collins response, "we had trouble finding our way back then when we got there we had to use the last of our ammo on some grunts but no worries we found more."
He then proceeded to drop the weapons and ammo on the ground. McKormic had been talking to Garrison and they both walked over to Collins and Michaels. The four of them began talking about who should become their CO and they all agreed on McKormic.
"Alright I'll be CO but that doesn't mean I'm not open to advise and strategy. I'm as green as everyone else here."
They all lauged for a few minutes before they began making their plans.
0300 Hours
Halo Ring Gamma
2599, PreDawn Sept. 11th
The trap was set and the dice were rolled 4 against about 2,000 are really bad odds but they were confident that their plan would work. Michaels was using himself as bait to lure these heretics into the forrest were they other three were waiting with pits, logs, boulders, machine guns, shotguns, and battle rifles. Michaels saw a decent sized scout party and lured them in by firing a few shots with his rifle and running back into the woods. By the time they crossed the 200 or so yards Michaels was across the pit, they charged him thinking to take him hostage. Instead they all fell into the hole save a Grunt, who proceeded to turn and run. Michaels shot him in the back of the head. Then pulling the pin on his grenade dropped it into the pits, Grunts, Elites, and Brutes all screamed.
"Frag Out!"
* *** *
Within two hours the heretics had gotten wise to the fact they continued to come up missing when their scout parties went to the west side of the Gamma complex. In those two hours four marines had claimed the lives of 200 heretics, 25 every scout party. Now the heretics came and stood facing the woods. McKormic leaned over and whispered into Collins ear.
"I'd say at least 1,200 maybe 1,300. The rest must be headed for the complex to activate this ring."
McKormic nodded to Michaels. Michaels picked up the single sniper rifle they had and aimed at the heretic Brute Chieftan. Fixing the reticule on his forhead a shot rang out. The cheiftan stood still for several seconds as blood gushed from his eyes, ears, and the now open hole exposing his brain before he collapsed dead. The heretics started screaming and unleasehed all of their weapons into the forrest. They were shooting far below the marines who had moved up into the trees to be able to better ambush the heretics but one of the plasma burst by chance hit Garrison in the leg. He screamed and fell. As he fell his head hit three branches splattering blood everywhere along the way. His head landed on a rock which decapitated him. What was four is now three.
* *** *
McKormic didn't panic instead he motioned for Michaels to fire again. McKormic gave the cue and Michaels fired dropping a large Elite this time. That was all it took for all of the heretics to rush the woods. Collins opened fire with the machine gun dropping them left and right but more were still coming taking the place of the heretic who died before him. McKormic cut the ropes holding the boulders and logs in place. Instead of rolling like they were supposed to they just stayed there. McKormic cursed under his breath and picked up a battle rifle.
"Michaels!"
McKormic pointed to the logs and Michaels jumped from the tree he was in to the tree the rope was tied to. He tried cutting the rope but he couldn't from where he was at and the plasma burst were getting closer and closer to him. Then by stroke of luck one of the plasma bursts burned right through the rope and set the logs and boulders rolling down hill taking out a great deal of the heretics. Michaels pulled his battle rifle off of his back and started shooting. Michaels motioned to Collins indicating he should aim at the Grunts, McKormic was focusing mainly on the Brutes so Michaels took aim at the Elites. They all had shields which didn't stop Michaels from finishing them off. A quick burst to the casing of their shield generator then a quick burst to the head. One by one they dropped until the marines were down to their shotguns due to having no ammo left. They quickly climbed down and waited as the heretics continued to march. *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* Their enemies fell until there was only around 60 heretics left. They were in full retreat and running scared. The marines now run itno the open picking up the heretics weapons and using them to gun down the last of them. The sun was setting and a burst of light shot into the sky. Michaels looked up and roared inhumanely.
"Dying was not on my list of things to do today!"
With that the three remaining marines took off towards the complex. They were the last hope for this system and they couldn't stand by. . . it was time to fight or die trying.
Halo Ring Gamma
2599, Dawn Sept. 10th
Sweat dripped down his face as Private Davy Michaels crouched behind concrete slab. Plasma burns were already on the trees and buildings all behind him and they were not easing up. Michaels had never been in a combat situation before but he was no fool. Knowing full well that in the game of war Private's were little more than pawns on a chess board. His duty was to die defending his brothers in the UNSC from these hostile Aliens, another fanatic group not nearly as large as the Covenant. These were simply heretics but they amassed so quickly that the 112th Platoon was the only one within range to stop them. There was only 50 soldiers sent to stop 2,000. The odds were greatly against them but they did not let that get them down, they had marched proudly to the battlefield with the intention of wiping out their enemy and going home. Now these now Marines were falling left and right. Michaels counted twelve marines including himself still alive, a shotgun from a fallen ally was a few feet away so Michaels reached for it. Right when he did a large Brute stepped forward sniffing the air right above him, grabbing the gun he cocked it, the Brute grunted and looked down. *BOOM!* The Brute fell as the shotgun went off in his face, Michaels needed to move fast, that surely gave away his position. He looked over and saw his best friend, Private Mikie McKormic crouched behind a fallen log. Michaels motioned a punch to his fist then pointed towards the advancing heretics, this was the signal for suppressive fire. McKormic nodded and picked up his assault rifle broke cover and started shooting. Michaels rolled towards the buildings and barely missed several bursts of plasma which followed. After quickly reloading he jumped out while firing his assault rifle.
"Fall Back!"
Michaels was shouting and shooting at the same time and he realized that his companions had not heard him.
"FALL BACK!"
Screaming this time they all fell back behind the two buildings. Plasma grenades started sticking to the buildings blowing chunks out of the walls. The marines cover would not last for long. Michaels realized they had no CO (Commanding Officer), he turned to his friends and pointed to the woods about a hundred yards away, they nodded and started heading that way. McKormic had stayed with Michaels. Michaels quickly took his own grenades and McKormics and began putting them into a pile. He picked up a battle rifle and took off running. McKormic close behind, when he was about half way to the woods he turned around and saw the Brutes and Elites appearing around the two buildings, he put his eye to his scope and fired. Perfect shot! The explosion knocked all the aliens to the ground so Michaels turned and sprinted to the woods before more of the heretics saw him.
* *** *
Once they were safely a long ways into the forrest they stopped to check ammunition supplies and injuries. Out of the tweleve of them only four were uninjured. Michaels knew they wouldn't just listen to his command no questions asked so he decide to approach the matter from a different perspective.
"We have reinforcements comming in two days, but if we dont have more ammo we ain't gonna make it that long. I think two of use should stay and treat and gaurd the wounded and the other two should go back and gather what ammo we can."
The other marines agreed. After quickly deciding who would stay and who would go the other two took off towards the battlefield and McKormic and Michaels stayed, after they were sure no one would die the began to think up ways to help out the situation. Michaels was more thinking outloud.
"Okay well the first thing we need is a CO but we cant promote ourselves."
McKormic reached into his bag and pulled out his battlefield handbook, not necessarily look, it says here on Page 19 that '...if all that remains from any group is the Privates that they should then promote one of their own to Corporal. This is for EXTREME circumstances ONLY.'"[/i]
Michaels nodded, he remembered reading that.
"Okay so who should be protmoted, well we'll talk with the others when they get back but in the mean time lets figure out what to do with these guys."
* *** *
By the time the other two returned it was well after dark, Michaels was losing his cool.
"What took you two so long?"
Private Collins and Private Garrison were notorious for getting themselves into trouble.
"Hey man chill," was Private Collins response, "we had trouble finding our way back then when we got there we had to use the last of our ammo on some grunts but no worries we found more."
He then proceeded to drop the weapons and ammo on the ground. McKormic had been talking to Garrison and they both walked over to Collins and Michaels. The four of them began talking about who should become their CO and they all agreed on McKormic.
"Alright I'll be CO but that doesn't mean I'm not open to advise and strategy. I'm as green as everyone else here."
They all lauged for a few minutes before they began making their plans.
0300 Hours
Halo Ring Gamma
2599, PreDawn Sept. 11th
The trap was set and the dice were rolled 4 against about 2,000 are really bad odds but they were confident that their plan would work. Michaels was using himself as bait to lure these heretics into the forrest were they other three were waiting with pits, logs, boulders, machine guns, shotguns, and battle rifles. Michaels saw a decent sized scout party and lured them in by firing a few shots with his rifle and running back into the woods. By the time they crossed the 200 or so yards Michaels was across the pit, they charged him thinking to take him hostage. Instead they all fell into the hole save a Grunt, who proceeded to turn and run. Michaels shot him in the back of the head. Then pulling the pin on his grenade dropped it into the pits, Grunts, Elites, and Brutes all screamed.
"Frag Out!"
* *** *
Within two hours the heretics had gotten wise to the fact they continued to come up missing when their scout parties went to the west side of the Gamma complex. In those two hours four marines had claimed the lives of 200 heretics, 25 every scout party. Now the heretics came and stood facing the woods. McKormic leaned over and whispered into Collins ear.
"I'd say at least 1,200 maybe 1,300. The rest must be headed for the complex to activate this ring."
McKormic nodded to Michaels. Michaels picked up the single sniper rifle they had and aimed at the heretic Brute Chieftan. Fixing the reticule on his forhead a shot rang out. The cheiftan stood still for several seconds as blood gushed from his eyes, ears, and the now open hole exposing his brain before he collapsed dead. The heretics started screaming and unleasehed all of their weapons into the forrest. They were shooting far below the marines who had moved up into the trees to be able to better ambush the heretics but one of the plasma burst by chance hit Garrison in the leg. He screamed and fell. As he fell his head hit three branches splattering blood everywhere along the way. His head landed on a rock which decapitated him. What was four is now three.
* *** *
McKormic didn't panic instead he motioned for Michaels to fire again. McKormic gave the cue and Michaels fired dropping a large Elite this time. That was all it took for all of the heretics to rush the woods. Collins opened fire with the machine gun dropping them left and right but more were still coming taking the place of the heretic who died before him. McKormic cut the ropes holding the boulders and logs in place. Instead of rolling like they were supposed to they just stayed there. McKormic cursed under his breath and picked up a battle rifle.
"Michaels!"
McKormic pointed to the logs and Michaels jumped from the tree he was in to the tree the rope was tied to. He tried cutting the rope but he couldn't from where he was at and the plasma burst were getting closer and closer to him. Then by stroke of luck one of the plasma bursts burned right through the rope and set the logs and boulders rolling down hill taking out a great deal of the heretics. Michaels pulled his battle rifle off of his back and started shooting. Michaels motioned to Collins indicating he should aim at the Grunts, McKormic was focusing mainly on the Brutes so Michaels took aim at the Elites. They all had shields which didn't stop Michaels from finishing them off. A quick burst to the casing of their shield generator then a quick burst to the head. One by one they dropped until the marines were down to their shotguns due to having no ammo left. They quickly climbed down and waited as the heretics continued to march. *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* Their enemies fell until there was only around 60 heretics left. They were in full retreat and running scared. The marines now run itno the open picking up the heretics weapons and using them to gun down the last of them. The sun was setting and a burst of light shot into the sky. Michaels looked up and roared inhumanely.
"Dying was not on my list of things to do today!"
With that the three remaining marines took off towards the complex. They were the last hope for this system and they couldn't stand by. . . it was time to fight or die trying.