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Sam's Halo Story by Mr. Bobo
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Sam's Halo Story Chapter 1
Date: 19 May 2002, 3:57 pm
Private First Class John Black unsteadily unfastened his safety harness. He looked out the back of the Pelican dropship. It had crashed into a green forest; it looked like a deciduous forest like the training camp back on Reach. The warthog's mag-locks had disengaged, leaving the 50 cal. crumpled into a rock. It looked otherwise usable, though. Warthogs were known for their toughness...
John looked around the interior of the dropship. Ammo and weapons littered the ground. He went around, trying the battered marines' necks for a pulse. Computer specialist Frank Luca had a strong pulse, and a cut across his forehead from a broken wall plate fragment. John sealed it up with the sealant foam in the emergency medpack.
Several marines had been severely injured from the crash. The ones, sadly, that hadn't been wearing their safety harness were launched clear from the back of the Pelican. S Sgt. Rico had been strangled by his safety harness that came loose in the crash, leaving him dangling out the back.
John wondered what to do next. He picked up a MA5B standard assault rifle. He policed a few clips from the overhead racks. He also loaded an assault rifle for Frankie. A few M9 frag grenades rolled around the Pelican. John hopped out the rear of the Pelican. The hog was precariously perched on top of a rock. Under the warthog was what he had been looking for: the Pelican's standard M19 SSM rocket launcher. He hefted the large weapon. Strapped behind the rear seat, there were some 102 mm rockets.
John Black heard a groan from inside the Pelican dropship. He picked up the MA5B and walked slowly around it. "Halt! Who is it?!" John called.
"Dammit, man, what happened here?!!" replied Frankie.
"Don't ask me."
"I'm guessing we crashed, eh?"
"Sure."
Frankie undid the harness. "Try the comm. yet?"
"Guess. Thought I'd leave that to you."
Frankie opened the cockpit door and walked in. "Lieutenant? Where is she? She's gone!"
Frankie sat down in the pilot's seat and opened the comm. channel. "This is Pelican dropship Foxtrot 890. We have crash-landed in some sort of forest. All crew dead except Private Luca and PFC Black. Requesting evac at my coordinates."
Suddenly there was a sound. John rotated around and leveled the assault rifle.
"Who's there?"
"Quiet down, son, it's just me and Lieutenant Cauldwell."
"Sarge? Lieuntenant? I thought both of you were dead!" John said.
Their mission had been to help support the mysterious MasterChief's mission to find the Silent Cartographer. It had been two squads, Fire-team Foxtrot 890, who usually used this dropship, and Special-Forces-Team Tango-Delta-12. Tango-Delta-12 was a team of the second-best soldiers they had. The first best was, of course, the MasterChief.
Sergeant Jimmy Johnson asked, "You boys get this hog workin' yet?"
John Black replied, "Nope, I just work up, sarge."
"Hmmm. Hey you, computer kid, come get this piece of excrement warthog to work."
Frankie came up to the crashed hog. He started pushing against the underside, trying to flip it. "Can I get some help over here?"
The other marines grouped around the warthog.
Jimmy shouted, "On three! One... Two... Three... Push!"
All 4 marines shoved in unison. The warthog fell from the rock, landing with a sickening metallic thud. It rolled over to stop on all four wheels. The marines surveyed their situation. They all had assault rifles, with enough ammo to last a while, one M19 rocket launcher, and an inoperative warthog. Lieutenant Eliza Mitchell had picked up a S2 AM sniper rifle.
John said, "Lets get this piece-a-junk workin'!"
He got in and pressed the ignition switched. It sputtered and tried to turn over, then stopped. He tried again. Same result.
Frankie went to the emergency repair kit located on the exterior of the Pelican. He got what looked like jumper cables. Then he opened a panel on the side. There was a large battery and two electrodes. Frankie attached the cables to the battery and went over to the hog. He opened to hood and hooked them up.
"Someone start it up."
John got in and pressed the ignition. The warthog started up with a satisfyingly loud purr.
"Damn right! Let's get this baby on the road! Where'd the 50 go?"
"Guess it got killed in the crash," Eliza replied.
Eliza yelled "Shotgun" and hopped into the "passenger" seat. Sergeant jimmy sat down next to the warthog's broken gun and said, "Son, hand me that rocket launcher." He propped it up so he could easily fire over the warthog. Frankie gathered up his medpack and repair kit and got on the other side of the gun.
"I'll set up a portable commlink to the Pelican's, so we can pick up any transmissions here," Frankie said.
"Gun it!" Eliza shouted.
John hit the gas, and the warthog accelerated through the forest. After it got to its full speed of 45 mph, the warthog's speed evened out. Once, John hit a log hard. The warthog went sailing over it. Ahead, John saw red blips all over his miniature viewscreen's motion tracker. Jimmy also saw the same thing.
Sam's Halo Story Chapter 2
Date: 19 May 2002, 3:57 pm
He shouted, "Enemy sighted, straight ahead."
Ahead of the warthog, there was a covenant patrol of 10 grunts, 4 jackals at the front and rear, and one Elite. The Elite was talking to a jackal in their complex language of barks, growls, and other guttural sounds. Then he bursted out "laughing", throwing his head back and letting out a loud yell.
Eliza said softly, "Stop the hog."
John slowly stopped the warthog. They were perched on top of a hill overlooking the pass that the covvies were patrolling. Eliza got out and took cover behind a large rock. She used the rock to steady her sniper rifle.
Eliza whispered to the other marines, "On my shot...Fire a rocket into the middle of the grunts, then Frankie and John go down and mop 'em up. I'll try to get the Elite. Locked and loaded, everyone?"
All three other marines quietly said, "Sir, yes, sir".
A sniper rifle bullet split the air. John could see the contrail from the powerful flechette-stabilized discarding-sabot round go strait to sink in to the tall Elite's skull, right above the mandible.
Directly after the shot came the hollow sound of a rocket erupting from its firing tube. Jimmy shouted, "Take that, you damn midgets!" Through Eliza's scope, she could see Grunts flying every-which-way. It looked like there were about 8 Grunts dead.
To her right, Eliza heard the warthog accelerating down the hill. Assault rifle fire torn through the atmosphere, mowing down jackals and the two remaining grunts.
But, just before one Grunt was riddled with 7.62 mm armor-piercing rounds, he shouted, "Tossing one!" and threw a bright blue plasma grenade. It hit the front axle of the warthog and stuck. John was the only one who saw it.
He had learned from training to jump out immediately. John yelled as loud as he could, "GRENADE!!!". Jimmy and Frankie dove from the still-moving warthog, just as it exploded. The warthog was sent soaring through air almost 20 meters. Frankie and Jimmy were sent flying through the air, caught in the blast radius, but just barely. Frankie and Jimmy were knocked unconscious from the explosion, but their armor prevented most injury.
John was thrown to the ground, his assault rifle flipping 2 meters away. Three triumphant Jackals were jumping around their impromptu prisoners. As John tried to grab for his gun, a plasma bolt hit the area right in front of his hand, turning the sandy dirt to dirty glass.
Suddenly, John saw one jackal collapse, a white beam through its head. Good ol' Eliza... thought John. The two others turned towards their attacker and held up their shields defensively.
This was just the chance John needed. He jumped for his assault rifle, picked it up, and let loose two bursts of ammo. One burst shredded the body of the first jackal, bullets continuing through, only to bounce off the shield and be lodged in the jackal's body.
The second burst, though reflected harmlessly off the second jackal's shield. The jackal had, in an amazing feat, turned instantly to the attacker. John looked down at his assault rifle's ammunition display. It read 002. "Damn, bad day..." John muttered as he dove behind a rock. He disengaged the bolt, slammed in another clip, replaced the bolt, and jumped out, ready to let loose the finishing burst of rounds.
The jackal was nowhere to be seen though.
"Damn shield-midgets."
Then he heard the well-known sound of a warthog starting. He looked over to where the hog had landed. There was the enemy, in the driver eat with his shield covering one side and the warthog's windshield covering his other side.
He probably had no idea what he was doing. All 4 wheels were turning erratically, the warthog was accelerating and braking, and he probably didn't even know which pedal made him go forward.
But John was in a dilemma: how to kill the Jackal. He could not shoot him with the shields. Suddenly John thought of a way...Throw a frag under the warthog. This would probably destroy the vehicle though. Then they would have to wait for evac. John hated to wait for evac, he'd rather find it himself. Maybe I could startle it enough to give Eliza a shot. John thought.
The problem had been solved though. Put of the corner of his eye, John saw Jimmy drowsily get up. The Sergeant looked around for his assault rifle. After a few seconds he gave up his futile search. Nearby laid a covenant plasma pistol from a dead Grunt. Jimmy picked it up, got a feel for it. All marines are trained with basics in covenant weapons. John hoped he knew how to charge a shot to take out covenant shield.
John was satisfied as a green ball of plasma erupted from the small gun, and homed unerringly in on the shield. There was a flash of light, then just a very surprised and unarmored Jackal sitting in the driver's seat of a UNSC warthog.
All 3 marines opened fire. About 10 assault rifle rounds sent sprays of blood across the warthog, a sniper rifle bullet went straight through the Jackal's head, and then to top it all off, a charged plasma pistol shot vaporized the Jackal's chest, creating a horrible sound and scorching the seat of the warthog.
From the hilltop, Eliza yelled, "Is my warthog okay?"
John shouted back, "A little worse for wear, come one down and see for yourself."
Eliza half-ran, half-slid down the hill. When Eliza saw the mess, she said two things. The first was, "And I just had these reupholstered...". The second was, "Nice job, guys."
Jimmy just wanted to find his rocket launcher, though. "That thing has served well, I'd hate to lose it now.".
John got to work applying medical supplies. Frankie came too a little later, asking what he had missed.
John replied with a simple, "Not much..."
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