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To Hell And Back by CovieKilla
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To Hell And Back- Chapter 1: Just A Breath Of Vengeance
Date: 9 July 2004, 4:26 AM
A/N: Alright, hello all. I am back to writing fan fiction, and this is my first chapter to the new fic. If you enjoyed Chapter 1 of Forgotten Angel, forget about the series because I am NOT going to finish it. Anyways, without further ado, I bring you my new series, To Hell And Back.
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The sun glazed the blood-soaked pavement as it shone over the horizon. The city of Washington was up in smoke as two Banshees circled above the fallen city, ensuring its demise. Gliding along the skyline, the two Alien craft parted to monitor their own sectors.
One of the pilots, an Elite by the name of Alo 'Zoramee clicked on his Banshee's radio and monitored the activity over the various COM channels. He majestically glided around one of the few still-standing buildings as he examined his portion of the apocalyptic city. Nothing but rubble, demolished buildings, and the odd mangled car wreck. He slowly eased up on the accelerator and puffed out a long breath.
Suddenly, his radio burst with static. Confused and paranoid, he pushed on the accelerator and sped forward. The static slowly dissolved into the uneasy quietness of the small Alien craft. The radio clicked on again, this time without the static, but with a faint murmur. 'Zoramee tilted his head in confusion. What was it? The murmur grew louder. Another Banshee perhaps? He was skeptical. What could it possibly be? A million thoughts raced through his mind. It could have been anything, anything except for what it really was. The words that came out of the radio were clear this time,
"I've been to hell and back...and now it's your turn to do so."
'Zoramee cocked his head in confusion. He saw a flicker of light on his screen and then, a lone bullet shot through the Banshee's hull, puncturing his skull. The Banshee lost altitude and began to spiral down towards the wasteland below.
Near the flaming wreckage, a single marine lay prone above the rubble, clutching his SRS99C-Sniper Rifle, which sported smoke drifting out of its long barrel. He quickly disassembled his weapon knowing another patrol was bound to investigate the little encounter.
His armor touted a gold comet, the insignia of the Orbital Drop Shock Troopers. The name stitched on his uniform read LOMBARDI. He quickly packed up his gear and pulled a single cigar from his pocket. He knew it was bad for his health, but he didn't seem to care. Nothing seemed to matter to him anymore since the Covenant had hit Earth. He inhaled as he lit the cigar, and puffed out a large gray cloud of smoke. A calming buzz overtook him. He casually walked towards the Banshee that he had shot down to catch one last look at the alien he had killed.
He stood over the wreckage and saw the Elite's mangled body a few feet away. He knelt down above it and took another puff of his cigar. He blew the smoke right into the dead creatures face and said,
"Let this be a lesson to the rest of you fuckers, no one kills my family and my friends and lives to tell about it....No one."
Lombardi used his middle and index fingers to remove the cigar from his lips, and put it out on the creature's remains.
"They haven't killed us all..." a voice echoed from the distance.
Lombardi gazed up towards the direction the voice came from. The outline of a tall, built marine came into view. Lombardi gave a little smirk.
"Colin? Colin Thompson, is that you!?" He exclaimed with a faint hint of happiness.
"Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood." The marine chanted back.
"Amen, brother." Lombardi gave a flicker of a smile, and snapped a crisp salute, which Colin returned.
"I wish we could stay here and chit chat, but we should start moving, the Covenant should be sweeping over here anytime now." Lombardi turned and began to jog north, away from the wreckage. Colin quickly tailed behind.
The majority of Washington's skyscrapers and commercial buildings had been completely wiped out, but the streets and sidewalks could still be seen, along with the rotting bodies and wreckage that covered them. If it were night, the pair wouldn't be able to tell, since the fires would light up the night sky and the sounds of gunshots would be heard echoing in the distance.
"Where are you staying?" Colin questioned as the two pushed forward passed a pile of civilian corpses, which continued to rot in the sun that appeared slightly through the black clouds.
"I found an underground UNSC bunker. It was untouched when I found it, and get this, it's fully equipped with an armory and the whole nine." Lombardi hastily replied.
"Sweet." Colin panted.
The two stopped in front of a large pile of debris, located in what used to be a residential park. Colin cocked his eyebrow in confusion. Lombardi pressed his index finger to his lips and began to lift several pieces of concrete slab. After removing three pieces, he ducked under the slab and began to trudge through the little passage. Colin followed Lombardi through the whimsical maze. Lombardi pulled open a hatch and dropped inside, Colin did likewise.
It was pitch black when the duo first dropped into the little hideaway. Lombardi pulled a cord extending from the ceiling and everything lit up like a Christmas tree. It was a soldiers dream. MA5B Assault Rifles, HA871 Battle Rifles, Sub-Machine guns, M6D HE Pistols, M90 Shotguns, M19 SSM Rocket Launchers, Lotus AT mines, you name it, it was there.
Colin stared in awe. He felt like a kid in the candy store. Lombardi dropped his bag and turned to face Colin.
"Get what you want, 'cause tomorrow we're going to have some fun with these Covenant bastards..."
To Hell And Back- Chapter 2: Lock And Load
Date: 26 July 2004, 7:02 AM
Battle cries echoed in the distance of Washington. Birds slowly began to chirp as the sun rose to begin a new day. Lombardi woke up and groggily rubbed his eyes. His back ached from sleeping on the uncomfortable cot the entire night. He shrugged off the pain and looked for Colin.
Colin was still sleeping on the cold floor like a baby. Lombardi gave a little chuckle and rose out of the cot. He slapped Colin's face to wake up the marine.
"Get you ass up, we have some work to do." Lombardi ordered. Colin woke up, startled by the contact Lombardi had issued. The two of them got up and went to get something to eat.
The bunker was bigger than Colin thought it was. The room they slept in was big enough for four officers, but only had one cot inside, forcing him to sleep on the floor. The bunker also had a pantry full of canned and frozen food, a kitchenette and a single bathroom. The two stood in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal and recently expired milk.
"So what happened between you and the 205th?" Colin inquired as he slowly sat down to his bowl of cereal.
Lombardi elevated his spoon full of corn flakes and shoved the contents into his mouth. Satisfied; he swallowed and replied to Colin,
"The Covenant wiped the whole platoon..."
"What? How did they do that?"
"We were finishing off the last of the Covenant during the Battle of Oregon. We thought we finished them off, and then they came out from all corners. There were too many too kill...I was the only one to escape alive."
"The corps didn't reposition you?" Colin gawked.
"The corps never came to get me... I was left to fend for myself. I decided that if they don't give a rats ass about me, I'm not going to give a rats ass about them." Lombardi spat.
"But the corps has never left anyone behind. Why would they make you lucky number one?" Colin asked flatly as he lifted his spoon of cereal and let it plop back into the bowl.
"Because they thought we were all dead. I had no radio, no way to contact 'em... To this day I don't understand why they never swept by, in search of any survivors..." Lombardi began to trail off.
"Oh..." Colin quietly sympathized as he slowly stirred his share of breakfast. An uneasy quietness slowly settled in.
The two finished their awkward breakfast and changed into their uniforms. Lombardi wore the same armor from his encounter with the Covenant Banshee earlier. The armor was stronger than Colin's because it was designed for orbital insertion. He clipped on his helmet and turned on his Heads-Up-Display. Colin slipped into his uniform, which smelt foul from being worn constantly without wash. He casually snapped on his helmet and knocked the sides playfully.
"Lookin' spiffy." Colin commented as Lombardi met him at the armory. Lombardi responded with a simple nod. "So what's going on? What are we going to do today?"
Lombardi pivoted and sat down at a small round table behind him. He placed a map onto the table and began,
"See that X? That's a Covenant compound about 20 clicks South of here. It's also our target. Our primary objective is to get into the compound and plant three C-12 Shaped Charges around its perimeter. Once all three are in position, we retreat and detonate them from a safe distance. First, I will examine the area from a distance and set up a distraction, gathering attention. You will have a limited amount of time to plant the charges and escape. If we're lucky, we can plant the charges and detonate them before the Covenant even know we were within the area. Any questions?"
"Yes," Colin stared blankly at Lombardi for a moment. "How the hell are we going to plant the charges without being spotted by a Covenant patrol?"
"Simple. I'll cover you while you plant the charges." Lombardi calmly replied.
Colin turned around and gave a sarcastic laugh as he rubbed his forehead. He turned back around to face his companion.
"You're kidding, right?"
Lombardi eyed Colin fiercely. "Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"You really think I'm that homicidal!? I'm not the same Colin you knew five years ago!" Colin argued.
"Colin, listen to me. Remember back in 2556 when we were both in the 506th?" Lombardi calmly began.
"Yeah, what about it?" Colin replied in the same loud tone as before.
"Remember the Siege of Everett? We were almost left alone to wipe out all those Covie bastards." Lombardi added.
"Oh yeah..." Colin's tone slightly became softer.
"Who covered you from the distance while you wasted them up close?" Lombardi asked flatly.
Colin closed his eyes tight for a moment and gritted his teeth, knowing the answer. "You did..."
Lombardi nodded in self-approval as he slouched back in his chair. His lips twitched as he began to smirk. "Lock and Load" The two stepped toward the numerous shelves and began to gather their equipment.
Lombardi reached over and took the variant of the SRS99C Sniper Rifle, the SRS99C-S2 AM Sniper Rifle. He slid a fresh magazine into the weapon until he heard the satisfying click; he then threw it over his left shoulder. Along with the sniper rifle, he grabbed four fragmentation grenades, and two smoke grenades in case the duo needed to make a quick exit without being spotted.
Colin picked up the M90 Shotgun and two small ammo cases, which held twenty-four shells inside each. He tossed a couple of shells and cocked the weapon. He grabbed four fragmentation grenades, three C-12 Shaped Charges, two Lotus Anti-Tank mines, and a combat knife.
The pair turned towards the exit hatch, guns loaded. If the Covenant hasn't been to Hell before, they will be there soon.
Zorn 'Kalamee exited his sleeping chamber and joined his unit waiting outside. He controlled the unit, issuing orders, and ensuring everything was executed perfectly. Within the group was 'Kalamee, two Jackals, and Three Grunts. The group stepped outside to the perimeter of the Covenant compound. 'Kalamee took a long whiff of the air outside, and nodded to the Elite sitting outside keeping guard at the front gate.
'Kalamee's armor shimmered as the sun's reflective rays bounced off of it. In his hand, he clutched a Covenant Carbine, and eyed his surroundings. Nothing but clear skies, sounds of plasma fire, and a few birds chirping. Seemed like today's patrol would be easier than 'Kalamee thought.
The group circled the outside of the compound once and ensured everything was secure. 'Kalamee sighed in relief and slouched a little. Beginning to casually walk, he and his troops began to circle the compound once more. 'Kalamee's radio suspiciously clicked on and a soft whisper could be heard. He listened closely,
"See you in hell..."
To Hell and Back (A story of a Marine in combat)
Date: 16 July 2005, 10:25 pm
Marine Helmet recorder log 7, 2532
Seige of the Atlas Moons. Location- Atlas 4.
Sgt. Matthew Hassay, Serial # 134586
The Pelican came in low over the gleaming waters of the Arion Sea. The air was moist over the water and there was a peace that seemed to hang over everything. But it was probably just Matthews mind trying to subdue his quaking nerves. If he tried to think about the upcoming assault he would probably puke all over the rear ramp. He turned his head and looked at the men seated in the Pelicans troop bay, they were all young like him and most likely nervous like him as well.
Matthew turned his head back and looked out into the crowded sky, flanked by the Pelican he was in on all sides were other dropships. Pelican D77-TC's and gunships and even a few Albatross heavy dropships. And flanking them in a defensive formation flew the escorts for this massive ariel assault force, Skyhawk fighter escorts with their Anvill II missle pods and 50mm auto cannons Matthew figured nothing would be able to touch the formation.
The pilot of the dropship quickly turned and yelled into the troop bay. "Alright boys, get ready!" The red light in the troop bay came on with a wink next to Matthew. He turned and faced his Marines as they all stood. He looked them up and down not being able to find any words to say to them. He just hoped they'd all come out of this alive. Suddenly came the loud shrill sound of loudspeakers coming alive. The next thing Matthew knew was that he was listening to some kind of old opera music that was coming from o few of the Pelicans.
Matthew smiled, psyhcological warfare could be an old fat lady singing in a high pitched voice he supposed. The shore of the nearby mainland came into view on the horizon as the formation neared it. Matthews hand tightend on the hand grip in the exit ramp. Closer it came. Matthew let out a sigh. Closer. The music seemed to grow louder. Closer. A blob of blue light flew past the formation, then another, then a larger red blob. Closer. The blobs of color began to stream in one right after the other trying to tear the formation apart. Closer.
Matthew blinked as nervous sweat from his black haired brow rolled into his eyes. When his eyes opened again the shore seemed close enough to touch. The music seemed to scream in his ear as the blobs of color tore into the formation. Pelicans began to take hits from the blobs of plasma that was being fired from fixed positions on the beach. Four Pelicans immidently broke away from the formation and crested out wide and as they accelerated close the beach they tore into the sea wall with their 70mm chin guns and Anvill II missile pods.
Plumes of dirt foutained up from the explosians of the missles. The music only seemed to grow louder as the formation slowed to allow the gunships to do their job. Next the Skyhawks broke off and dove at small fixed positions manned by Covenant troops. Matthew could see the enemy troops diving for cover as missles and heavy chaingun rounds ripped through their positions. Vaguely man-shaped forms scattered and dove as plumes of dust from projectile rounds chased them up the beach and seawall.
The plasma fire slackened as the formation neared the beach, it appeared the gunships and Skyhawks had done a good job in chasing the Covenant troops from their positions. Now it seemed the enemy was taking to the skies. Enemy Banshees began to accelerate into the air from beyond the sea wall, their small pod-like engines screamed loudly as they took flight and began to fire on the gunships and Skyhawks.
Matthew had never seen the ugly fliers himself before, but in basic training on Reach, they had been briefed and detailed on every Covenant ground vehicle the UNSC had ever encountered. But despite their ugly features they were very manuverable, Matthew watched as the Banshees engaged the Skyhawks in ariel dogfights. He winched as one Skyhawk burst into flames as a large green blob from the Banshees fuel rod gun struck the Skyhawks rear engine thrusters. But he was also satisfied to see that several of the Banshees were being shot down and vaporized in mid-air.
The music grew in pitch as it echoed off the seawall. The pilot again turned his head to the troop bay. "Touch down in thrity seconds." Matthew let out a nervous breath. His duties as a non-com were as spacific as they were vague. To lead his men into battle, to destroy the enemy, and to return alive. He just hoped he could follow them all.
A voice suddenly cracked in his ear as the comm came alive, a gruff voice came on the line, the voice of Lt. Cross. "Hassay, when we hit that beach you stay on my right, if I see you drop an inch you won't have just the Covenant to worry about, now you have got to cover our flank or we'll get gunned down. Understood?" Matthew let out a second nervous breath.
"Yes sir." He replied into the comm.
"Good." Came the Lt's reply, then silence.
The Pelican slowed and as Matthew looked up he saw that it was begining to rotate so the troop bay faced the sea wall. The flanking Pelicans had already opened up with their chin guns to clear the remaing beach area. This was it no turning back now, the moment of truth. The gunships and Skyhawks had banked up now and were engaging the Banshees beyond the seawall. Matthew hoped they would keep the Covenant fliers off their backs long enough to make it to the sea wall.
Suddenly a bright green light winked on beside him and he could hear the pilots voice. "Go go go!"
Matthew's mind seemed to suddenly go blank and all his training and instincts took over. "Let's go!" He screamed to his men behind him.
The next thing he knew he was jumping from the Pelicans troop bay and running as fast as he could straight for the seawall. He felt like he was running over a hundred miles an hour. The wet sand squished under his feet and he snapped his head around to get his barings on the area. The beach was baren and empty of vegitation or cover except for the occasional crater made from the gunships attack runs. And all of this lay in the shadow of the sea wall, a massive cliff that seemed to grow out of the beach and extend straight up into the sky.
Matthew stared up at the top of the sea wall, on top of it he could see the vague man-shapes of the enemy moving to and fro trying to man new positions and fire on the oncoming wave of humans. Though he knew their must be over two hundred of his fellow Marines making this assault, Matthew felt like he was running alone. To reasure himself he turned to look back and saw a kid who must have been at least two years younger than him with bright red hair and a baby face, get struck right in the chest by a blue flash of energy. The kid seemed to stare straight forward and continued for a few more steps before he seemed to relize he'd been hit. The bolt of blue plasma jolted through his chest creating a large red hole through the middle of it, the wound was quickly fuzed over by the heat of the plasma, turning the red gaping hole into a black crispy gap in his chest. The kid went wide-eyed and then without a sound he went to his face in the sand. It only probably lasted a second but for Matthew it lasted eternity.
Matthews concetration rocked and he nearly stumbled. So he quickly turned his head and willed himself on further. His head snapped back to see were the shots had come from and saw a blue line of the plasma projectiles raceing for the oncoming Marines. The clever bastards had dug a hole in the sea wall, and from were he was standing Matthew could swear it lead all the way to the other side. And sitting in the entry way of this hole, behind two of those medium sized sheild generators the enemy used all the time for defense, were two strange looking creatures. Vaguely man-shaped they were small and had large tanks mounted on their backs with a strange breathing apperatus attached to their face. Grunts.
Matthew knew what they were from training but he couldn't help but gape at them as he ran forward. Actual real life aliens from outer space, the mear thought brought back memories of horror movies Matthew had seen as a kid. And even though these aliens didn't look all that frighting they were the enemy and they had to be destroyed.
"The bastards are dug in sea wall! Let'um have it!" Matthew screamed to the men behind him.
Spurts of rifle fire from the troops MA5B's and the officers BR55's came alive behind him as his comrades opened fire on the enemy postion. The grunts were surpised at first and hesitated a fraction to long. Bullets tore through the gunner of the snake-head plasma gun they had set up. And before the A-gunner could react he was dead to.
Matthew kept running forward and soon he was in the shadow of the sea wall and leaning against it's rock surface. Matthew was breathing very hard, it seemed like he'd run a mile but as he looked it was only about a four hundred yard run. More Marines ran up alongside him, some he knew some he didn't, some from his squad and some from others. Matthew looked around scanning the beach, looking for the Lt.
Most of the Marines were already up to the sea wall and some had begun scaling it with ropes and tethers they had brought with them. Meanwhile others had found groves the Covenant had cut into the sea wall, and were using them to reach the top of the cliff face. But through all them he could not see the Lt. Matthew let out a hard breath. He couldn't wait for the Lt, he was going to have continue on without him. He turned to the men alongside him, "Alright, some of you may know me and some of you may not, but that's not important right now, what is, is that there's a lot of bad guys on the other side of this sea wall and they're not to happy to see us. So let's return the favor and kill'um all." The Marines nodded in reply and he got a few "Yes sirs".
"Alright follow me." Matthew then turned and quickly jogged over to the hole where the two grunts had been. He climbed into the hole which was only a couple feet off the ground and looked at the two dead aliens, they were ugly and that effect was doubled with the blue liquid oozing from their breathing masks. Matthew shook his head and continued on, not even checking to see if his Marines were behind him. The tunnel was dark and moist and there were Covenant crates and what not scattered all over in it. Matthew had to duck his head sometimes in places were it looked like explosians had collapsed the tunnel.
Occasional rumblings sounded overhead and dust fell onto Matthews helmet. It sounded like one hell of a fight up there. Gradually Matthew began to see light at the end of the tunnel and as he grew closer to it more and more sounds became apparent. Rifle fire sputtered followed by the answering sound of plasma weaponry. Then the occasional grenade explosian.
Suddenly as Matthew neared the exit of the tunnel shadows passed in front of it. He turned and motioned for his Marines to stop with the proper hand signal. He turned back to the tunnel exit and approached it slowly. As he neared it he could hear a rasping sound, almost like a creature talking. Before he reached the end of the tunnel he ripped a grenade from his belt primed it and underhand through it out of the tunnel. He then covered his head with his hands as the explosian sounded causing dirt to fly into the tunnel and an earsplitting echo. There was also a fainter sound, a shrill shriek. Matthew knew he had gotten something.
He turned back to his Marines and motioned them forward then exited the tunnel. Around him outside was a large basin filled with Covenant crates and abandoned weaponry. And at his feet was the dead body of a strange bird-like creature. A Jackle. Behind him his Marines climbed out of the tunnel, one of them commented on the dead alien. "Whoa, they are ugly ####### aren't they."
"You ain't kidding." Another replied.
Matthew shook his head and looked around, above them was a makeshift purple bridge that connected the two sides of the basin. Then he noticed the carved groves cut into the sides of the basin. "Let's go." He said to his men. As they approached it Matthew noticed all the bodies. Twisted alien corpses lay all along the path that lead up to the top of the basin. Apparently they hadn't been lucky today. He began to walk up the path and found it was easier to walk on the bodies then try to step over them. Many of the Marines commented on it, saying it was nasty and the corpses stank.
Matthew ignored the corpses and tried to focus on what had to be done when they reached the top of the basin. Then he looked back and for the first time took a good look at his men, there were eight of them and he gaped as he looked at the single gold bar on the one mans chest armour. "Hey!" He exclaimed "Your a Lt." The other man just seemed to not know what Matthew was talking about, then he shook himself.
"Yes, yes I am." He said shakily.
"Well you should be leading this squad sir, not me." Matthew said stopping.
"No, no, it's alright Sergeant, your doing a fine job." The man said to Matthews shock.
Matthew was speechless and just turned back and continued up the path. A superiour officer, he thought. But his thoughts were quickly replaced by training and instinct again as he reached the top of the path. Walking on to flat ground at the top of the basin Matthew only had seconds to react as a plasma weapon opened fire on him. Matthew dove for cover screaming to his men, "Hold position!" Many of them stopped but one Marine hadn't reacted fast enough and walked headlong into a stream of blue plasma fire, his chest was ripped apart and burned and the last thing he did was scream in pain as his body tumbled back into the basin.
Matthew winced and turned his attention to the new threat. A long trench had been dug near the edge of the basin and it was manned. A snake-head plasma gun was mounted near the trenches edge and Covenant soldiers were moving quickly inside the trench trying to find good firing positions.
Matthew thought quickly and opened up his comm, "Marines, there's an enemy trench right in front of us, I want you to prime grenades and on my signal throw."
"Yes sir." Came the reply.
Matthew quickly ripped another grenade from his belt primed it and took careful aim as he set his MA5B down. Matthew quickly found the snake-head again and threw, and in unison eight more grenades flew into the trench. Explosians ripped through the trench as the eight grenades detonated and Covenant soldiers streamed out of the trench, from the small reptilian Grunts to the large bird-like Jackels. There was even a couple larger creatures, Elites if Matthew didn't miss his guess.
Matthew snatched up his rifle and it came alive in his hand, he sprayed 7.62mm rounds into the enemy troops, as did his Marines. The Grunts went down quickly, the Jackles next and then the massive Elites whose strange armour shielded them from the projectiles, but not for long. The enemy troops answered back with their plasma weapons but it was to little to late, many of them were gunned down others managed to limp back into the trench wounded.
Matthew continued to spray rounds into the enemy until his weapon made a dry 'click'. He quickly ejected the spent magazine and replaced it with a fresh one from the bandolier on his chest. Then from behind him came a faint moaning sound. He turned and was stunned to see to Marines in the trench with him. Or at least what was left of the Marines. Chared and blackened skin covered the skeletons that had also been blackened. Matthew flinched at the sight of them. It wasn't until sometime later he'd found out that the crater they were in had been full of water and that when a plasma grenade had gone off near them the heat had turned the water into instant steam, flash frying the skin from their bones.
The one Marine on the right moaned again and Matthew again flinched. What a horrible fate. Matthew raised his rifle, uttered a quick prayer and fired. Putting a bullet in the mans head had seemed the only humain thing to do. Then Matthew looked up and his breath left him. The makeshift bridge that he had seen from below was littered with the dead bodies of Marines in olive drab. Their must have been at least a whole platoon of dead Marines on that bridge, and there were even more of them laying in front of the bridge in between it and the trench.
Matthew wanted to be sick. But instead he looked away. The Covenant in that trench had done a lot more damage than he thought and his little squad and he had just practicly killed all of them. Satisfaction crossed Matthews mind. "Paybacks a bitch." He thought to himself.
Matthew turned to his Marines and motioned them forward. They slowly crawled up and over the edge of the path and walked to the trench. Matthew was quickly out of the hole he'd taken cover in and was approaching the trench as well.
As his men neared it a couple of Marines opened fire into the trench with their rifles. "That ####### dead now that's for sure." One of the Marines said.
Matthew only shook his head and approached the trench. Then he peaked over it's edge and came face to face with a near dead Elite. A blue plasma weapon was leveled at his face. Matthew quickly threw himself backwards as the Elite fired. As Matthew landed on his back sputters from rifles quickly solved the Elite problem. Now the wounded monster was dead, and dead was good.
Matthew slowly stood back up and approached the trench, he looked at the dead Elite. It's face was contorted by a bullet through it's head but the rest of it's body was mostly in tact and huge. And to it's left and right were the dead bodies of his comrades who had been killed by the grenades. Limbs and colored gore filled the trench as well and the stench was already overwhelming.
Matthew backed away and looked back to see Marines crossing the bridge. The man in the front of the colum had to parallel silver bars on his chest which signaled him as a Captain. As the man approached Matthew saluted and the Captain casualy returned it.
"Jesus Christ!" The officer exclaimed. "We've been stuck on the other side of this basin by these bastards for the past twenty minutes, how in the hell did you pull this off sergeant?" The Captain asked.
It had only been twenty minutes Matthew thought before replying. "Well sir we attacked their position from here with grenades and then followed up with rifle fire."
The Captain just looked at him then said, "And just how in the flying #### did you get up here from the beach?"
"Well sir, the Covenant had construced a tunnel that lead to the basin from the beach, I lead my men through and then to here."
The Captain only looked at him then at the trench. "If only you'd gotten here before we sent Macks platoon across." He said quietly then turned back to Matthew. "Well son, be damned if you ain't gettin promoted for this." The Captain took a firm hold of Matthews hand and shook it. "I'm Captain Bently, Alpha company 2nd battalion, 1st infantry divsion, who are you?" He asked.
"Sergeant Matthew Hassay sir, 2nd squad, 3rd platoon Charlie company of 2nd battalion 1st. infantry divison."
"Well son let me just say I wish a had ten more officers like you. Let's hope you live through this son." The Captain clapped Matthew on the shoulder then approached his men.
Matthew just watched him go then thought to himself, "I hope we all live through this." Before looking down at the dead bodies of human and Covenant all around him. "I hope we all live through this."
Continued in Part 2
I hope you all like it. My name is Kevin and my two cousins are Elitehunter and KillMonitor. I'm a big Halo fan and War fan and enjoy reading and writing about both since they fit so well together. I won't be here long because I only staying with them for a week so I hope you enjoy my story it will probably be the last one I write.
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