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The Spartan-M's by CelticMike
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The end of the old story, in with the new one
Date: 3 July 2005, 7:38 am
Recap on my last series as Spartan117. Which was inevitably erased. Sadly, well, basically it was about some exceptional Marines that went through and extremely terrible training session that lasted only a few months and then they kind of… made an awesome defense thing against covenant… if you want, ill send you it if you e-mail me or something, ill try to find it. Anyway, it still has all your favorite (if you don't know them, your soon to be favorite) characters in them. Okay, so you know some of the story, cool, now read.
Earth – UNSC Time: 1356 O'clock - Weather: Snow – Commanding Officer: Captain Michael Gillespie of the Spartan-M's – UNSC Conflicted Space Under Heavy Covenant Invasion.
And so they were surrounded.
Captain Michael Gillespie crouched behind the lines, the lines was basically four concrete bunkers which stood in front of a two mile wide trench, two platoons took positions In these trenches and concrete bunkers.
The Captain cocked his MA5B Assault Rifle, which in his opinion was much better then, that retarded ass Battle Rifle. Doubly so now that he added a scope to his rifle. He stood in his trenches, nearly 6 feet tall, he wasn't greatly tall, and his armor shinned from the small amount of sun that hit their snowy cold position.
Central Command ((CC)) code named his position RED position because 1) they were completely surrounded by covenant camps and attacking platoons, 2) because they were the last line of defense before they reached CC, which was practically a fortress now.
Then there was Tamamee. Tamamee is the most ruthless commander the Covenant army could ever conger. The Captain and Tamamee had personally fought on several occasions ((in past stories)) and now were probably on the brink of finding out who was the better Commander ((just like on Chapter 7 in past stories, when they were caught in a Covenant Prison. oh that was a great story…))
Tamamees personal bodyguard, Uandua, was also greatly skilled in the arts, though Michael and Uandua had never personally met, they are very eager to do so.
Then theirs Radamamee, Tamamees right hand man and best friend, Radamamees archenemy of the human race (although he respects humans very much) is Sergeant Major Dick Mitchell, who fought hand in hand with each other ((in past episodes))
Wait who's Sergeant Major Dick Mitchell? Only the badest assed Marine Core son'uva'bitch Marine you'll find in this Series! Michael's Right hand man, and best friend
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The Story begins…
Corporal Bruce Connerlan, who was a famed warthog driver ((in the past series)) and his best friend Trevor Fall, a famed warthog gunner ((in the past series)) slowly patrolled deeply into Covenant territory The Comm made a short static burst and came a voice "sit rep" it was Sergeant Major Casen.
Bruce pressed a small blue button "sir, nothing to report here, I mean, come on, its in the midd-" Bruce was interrupted.
"I didn't ask for your opinion son, alright, get back here" Cason ordered.
"Hey, whats that?" Fall suddenly said pointing north of the vehicle. Bruce finally noticed it "huh…" he said questioningly "I… don't know…" he squinted for a better view "I. think it's… ho… holy shit" he said.
Fall suddenly shouted into the Comm to make sure there was trouble "Banshees! Twelve O'clock High! Go, go, go! Step on it, back to base!"
The Corporal hit the gas and the hand brake spinning the car 180 degrees and sped off. "Holy shit!" Fall shouted "dozens of Banshee escort! A dozen of dropships!"
"Red base, Red Leader, This is Red Patrol One calling for Red Leader, Massive invasion force converging on our position, ready defenses, repeat, heavy attack team moving on your position Red Leader, Red Patrol One returning to base" he sped on.
Fall's feet strapped into the bottom of the warthog, as to not fall out, and he waited "HUD says they're 100 meters away… 90… 70… opening fire!" The chain gun spun a bit before it spat out dozens of rounds noisily. He knew he couldn't take out the dropships – even with the armor piercing rounds - so he aimed for the Banshees.
"How much longer till we reached Red Position" Fall asked Connerlan.
"Three Kilometers…"
- - -
Red Position…
Michael was rounding up the Marines to their respective positions. He smartly got the E-Squads (Squads that he created, consisting of three men with Battle Rifles to concentrate their fire on a single Elite at a time) to spread out, just in case they came in a Juno position, which was most likely. Michael smiled, he loved the battles he had with Tamamee, as if he was playing a game of chess.
"Casen, grab your platoon and put them in the four bunkers, only three men a bunker, one for ammo, one for shooting, the last for a replacement shooter, the remaining platoon I want in your trenches and armed with anti armor and anti air rockets."
Casen saluted, without question and ran off for the supplies.
Michael faced his own platoon "I want thirty volunteers to flank left of our position, just in case of an G or B formation to hide in the snow to flank the enemy as they come"
All the men stepped forward, he looked at First Sergeant David Garrison "pick some men"
After five minutes the Sergeant picked the most elite forces of Michael platoon and saluted "got'em sir"
"Good, now don't flank until I give you the order" Michael returned the salute and Garrison ran off.
Michael turned to face the remaining 22 men in his platoon. "You know where to go, in the trench, on machine guns, scrounge ammo and prepare for a fight."
Michael cocked his Assault Rifle – whom he named 'Hammer' and jumped in the trench next to some of his platoon, they were spread out thin but it would be fine. His men, the other Spartan-M's were scattered fighting separate battles and he wondered if he would ever get to see them again.
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"Whoooo hoooo!" cried Fall as they flew through the air after Bruce hit a small cliff hanger, sending them ten feet into the air, Falls aim shot in all directions and hit a Banshee pilot directly in the face.
The pilot circled the air aimlessly and crashed. The other banshees spread out into a large A formation, which made it hard for Fall to take them out
Bruce looked back at Fall "doin okay? We only got a kilometer left, I can see the base"
"Yeah, good" he said as he unloaded at least 100 rounds into the sky. He watched his ammunition counter "I'm almost out of ammo, 400 rounds left!"
The dropships must have noticed the trench's because they all immediately landed and a few hundred troops poured out. The Banshees hadn't been informed of this, and followed Bruce and Fall into the base.
Greeted by a hail of gunfire and AA Rockets, they fell out of the sky like sheep to the slaughter.
Bruce and Fall reached the Captain "sir, incoming enemy's"
"I can see" came the Captains gruff reply as he surveyed the enemy. The lifeline of his squad leaders came up on his HUD; everyones heart rate was normal, as was his own. He yawned in his Grey helmet, he looked just like Master Chief in that uniform, just, Grey.
"Hmm" he said to himself "odd, Tamamee seems under strength for an invasion of this sort, only about 350 covenant, normally he sends a few thousand…" he giggled to himself. "This shouldn't be to hard then"
"Sir, are you talking to yourself?" Bruce asked
"Err. No"
"Here they come!" came a random Marines voice from inside a nearby bunker "scouts report Radamamee is leading this assault."
"Ahh… Radamamee…"
"Sir."
"I told you, im not talking to myself!!!"
Bruce walked away.
The Dropships left, and Radamamees forces began to charge. It was 90 Marines vs. 350 Covenant. If all went as planned, the Humans might win. Michael switched to open Marine Comm links "equip bayonets to your rifles, its going to be close quarters"
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Radamamee had newly formed White armor to him, replacing his Red armor, he had killed countless humans in this campaign and he was about to kill at least another fifty – or so he hoped.
He waved his hand "all units, on me, charge the lines!!" the unit ran as one, Radamamee in the middle of the herd, they approached the lines, they weren't even 100 meters from the bunkers before they opened fire.
"Are the snipers in position? We need sniper cover on those bunkers now!" Radamamee knew Tamamee was waiting not even three kilometers away with an army of 3000 ready to charge if Radamamee had failed, he decided it was better not to fail.
"Yes sir, targets?" Came the squawky voice of a jackal.
"Hit those bunkers, kill all humans in the bunkers!"
Grunts and jackals began getting cut down in the dozens, the snipers opened fire taking out the first bunker of its occupants, they worked on the second.
They were not 20 meters away from the lines.
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Michael opened fire, on his Comm he shouted, "All units with targets, open fire! Sergeant, begin flanking maneuver!" he noticed that the Covenant didn't have a formation, which was odd, they just ran as a pack. He grabbed his radio man who was busy reloading his Battle Rifle and said "Get CC on the squawk box, tell them I need Artillery fire at zero, zero, niner, Alpha, Charlie, Fire for effect!"
"CC, we need Arty fire – zero x2, niner, Alpha Charlie, Foxtrot Echo."
Michael picked a Grenade off his belt and lobbed it scaring some Covenant forces back a little, allowing the Arty to hit effectively, the pack charged on,
A long slow whistling sound came through the air, and suddenly hit the air, dirt and melted snow, shrapnel and fire ripped through the air, several Artillery shots hit directly where he wanted.
But the back kept coming.
"Damn, only hit the back" he saw the white armor of Radamamee. The flank moved in from the west and hit Radamamees forces just as they hit the trench, everyone but the Elite's were confused, the non confused Elite's began firing their Plasma Rifles into a crowd of Marines who returned the favor.
Michael switched his line of fire to a single Red elite and opened fire with Armor Piercing rounds, it didn't take long to rip through his shield and give him a lobotomy. Bluish black blood spilt on the white snow.
Michael and the Marines who were in the trench stabbed and kicked at Grunts and Jackals who were near them killing most of them, the battle literally lasted less then a minute before the remaining Elite's retreated.
"Check dead and wounded" Michael shouted in surprise "call in for reinforcements from CC, see if they can spare any"
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Radamamee reached Tamamee's camp and bowed "sorry sir, it was just to confusing for our troops, we didn't know what was going on."
Tamamee only smiled "I like a good challenge. Take half of my forces and try again if you wish." Radamamee bowed "thank you" and he left
"Can anybody tell me what went wrong?" he asked the Elite's dressed in Blue and Red Armor.
"Sir, I can" said a Blue Elite "the air cover followed the Human craft instead of staying with the dropships, we were surprised by a flanking maneuver and Human artillery hit us."
Tamamee smiled and sighed at the same time "all but one…" he suddenly cut the blue Elite in two separate but equal pieces and proceeded to kick him down the hill they were standing on "why didn't you guys separate! You were to close, they just hit the same spot and killed you all! Next time separate or ill personally kill each and every one of you!" he shot another elite through the head with a special shield-breaking rifle.
The Elite's ran.
A Grunt sacredly walked up to him and said "sir. Brutes are converging on this position on behalf of the Prophets to eliminate you, what will you have me do?"
He knelt down, for some reason he loved Grunts, he felt compassion for them "okay, muster your forces and ready the defenses, I want this camp to be a fort in the next twenty minutes, oh…" he smiled "and get Uandua to go with Radamamee…"
The grunt smiled behind his mask and bowed and ran off to complete his work.
- - -
Michael yawned "that was to simple."
"Sir, CC is all with you, they're sending in a platoon of 35 to reinforce, commanded by a one… err… Staff Sergeant Jason Williams"
"Jason!?" he shouted "he was my best man in the Spartan-M program! Jesus Christ, it's been two years, last I heard he was a Lance corporal… Staff Sergeant… that's awesome, we could definitely use the help"
"sir, calm down, your acting like he your girlfriend or something" the radio man said sternly
"pff… shut up" Michael scoffed.
A Sergeant walked up to Michael "surprisingly only eight dead, and four wounded with deep plasma wounds, but we got enough meds to fix them up in no time"
Michael nodded "alright, everyone back to their posts, Casen, Fall, Bruce, I want you next to me at all times. Casen I need to run the platoon while I make battle plans. Fall and Bruce I need you to be my running boys, you can expect a battle coming from Tamamee in the next hour or so, at least four times larger then the last one, and Im ganna need your help if were ganna stop them.
BUM BUM BUUUMM what will happen next time? Will Radamamee break through the human lines? Will Tamamee fight off the Brutes, and why is he still attacking Earth? And who the hell is Uandua!?!?! Find out next time on DRAGON BA- oh wait… err.. THIS SERIES!!
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