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Squad 13: Space Station 276
Posted By: CPOWolfer<stworvwd@yahoo.com>
Date: 29 December 2005, 4:38 am
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Chapter One
1400 Hours August 11, 2553(Military Calendar)/
Inner Colonies, Moon Station, Station 276
Planet Earth
The station was strangely quiet with the Convent only and hour away. The battle for earth raging was on, the ship exploding and the countless Marine deaths, but Station 276 hadn't seen a bit of action. Sergeant Steve W. Wesley didn't mind the peace. He knew it would end like all good things but he tried not to think about it. The problem was he and it squad couldn't stop thinking of the upcoming battle; it would be a hard one. The station was over 1,000 square kilometers large, there were only 200 ODST to defend it, and 150 were still in cryo sleep. The reason they had to defend this station was that there was a new secret project, called the Statue of Liberty. This project could turn the tide of the war. The station was poorly armed with heavy artillery like Scorpion MBT and warthogs. They had did have a couple mongoose fast attack vehicles. Other than that, they were dependent on their battle rifles and SMG's. Sergeant Wesley's squad had just arrived from fleeing a Convent flagship, they were tired, war torn, and about to blackout but they stood there as if they had just woke up from a tow day nap.
They all carried battle rifles and SMG's expect one. PVT. Dizzy Mendez. She carried a sniper rifle and a poison dart gun. She was the best shot and with that dart gun, she could kill five Elites in seconds. She had shot red hair and the body of a model. She was also the only one with a relative in the war. Sergeant Major Juan Mendez. He was part of an elite squad, Squad 13. Also part of Wesley's squad was PVT Linda Gorman, TECH Fred Higgins, Field Medic Gary Childs, and PVT Andy Wallace. They were reliable men but they were about to be put to the test. They didn't know it yet bit there was a large convent force heading strait for them. With in five minutes the drop ships would land in the launch bays and slowly take Station 276
1415 Hours August 11, 2553 (Military Calendar)/
Inner Colonies, Moon Station, Station 276
Planet Earth
Sergeant Wesley slowly walked toward the guard tower as he checked his rifle. He grabbed onto the ladder and climbed up to find a door in his way. He reached up, turned the handle, and pushed it up. As he crawled though the hole he saw PVT Mendez looking thought the scoped of her S2AM sniper rifle. "See anything worth my attention private?" Mendez turned her head with a smile. "Sir, there is nothing to report to you at this moment. But there is a dog that is chasing its tail." Wesley walked over and snatched the sniper rifle from her hands. "Let me see this." He leaved the rifle and looked thought the scope. Sure enough, there was a dog chasing its tail. "That doesn't make any since. All civilians were E-vaced an hour ago. "Maybe our troops missed him." Mendez said as took her rifle back. Wesley heard the sound of quick footsteps it was quiet. PVT Wallace burst thought the door scaring Wesley and Mendez. Wallace looked to be out of breath. "What the hell is it private!?" He regained his breath and spoke.
"Sir we've lost contact with all landing bays. The Convent are here!" Wesley switched off the safety and stared barking out orders. "Wallace, get on the radio and tell command then get the squad ready to defend this station! Mendez stay here and snipe cover only when I tell you. Got it!" " Yes Sir!" Both privates went to there duties. As Wesley was walking away Mendez turned with a worried face. "What if we can't defend the station?"
Wesley turned to face her and said, "Then me and you will all go down in history, with a sad Statue of Liberty, and an alien force that didn't agree." With that, Wesley walked to the door, climbed down the ladder, and ran toward the fixed gun. Gorman was on the gun while Higgins, Wallace, and Childs were in the sandbag pit with the radio.
1430 Hours August 11, 2553 (Military Calendar)/
Inner Colonies, Moon Station, Station 276
Planet Earth
"What's the situation?" Wallace looked back at him. "Well command is either gone or the convent is blocking the signal." Mendez came over the comm., "Sir Convent troops ahead about ten with a Wraith." "Roger, fire in the unshielded targets with dart gun." Wesley took out his binoculars and watched the tank come closer. There was a silent click above him as Mendez fired on the grunts and jackals. It was so silent that he almost missed it.
He looked thought his binoculars again to find one grunt on the ground. The other convent checked the body and the area. There was another click and two jackals fell grabbing at their necks. Now knowing of the threat the jackals activated their shields. The shields didn't help them as two more darts flew thought the door and punched into their skin. The grunts ran in fear of dying from the darts as the elites hid behind the tank. The wraith slowly moved toward Wesley and his troops while the elites charged the sandbag pit. Their charge was cut short as sniper rounds sliced thought the air and thought the elites heads. The tank kept coming with its main gun charging. Higgins jumped up and ran the other way in fear not wishing to meet the tank face to face.
Wesley turned and yelled, "Get your butt back here marine!" But it was too late, Higgins was already 50 feet away. Wesley saw a purple streak and then he turned to see Higgins fall as the streak hit him square between the shoulders. He screamed in pain as his undershirt caught on fire and started to burn him alive. Wesley leaved his BR55 rifle and fired a three round burst into Higgins skull to end his pain. Everyone turned away not wanting to look at Higgins corpse. Despite the death of Higgins, the wraith kept moving toward them and the sniper was still out there. Wesley clicked his comm. on. "Mendez, can you get a clear shot at that sniper?" A few seconds passed then there was the click of the dart gun. "Sir enemy sniper down." Mendez's voice came thought clear.
"Good now we need to get rid of that wraith once and for all." Wesley knew that he had to rid his team of the wraith but he didn't know how. Just when he thought they were doomed, the enemy tank turned to face a new threat. He looked though his battle riflescope to see three black streaks blur across the wraith. It turned and fired at the blurs but it missed completely. HE looked back at the wraith to see that there was a small red dot on the tank. The red dot suddenly expanded then exploded causing the wraith to become a fireball of convent metal. "What the hell was that sir?" Childs looked at Wesley for an answer. Wesley didn't know but he intended to find out. "Wallace those were human try to hail them." He stood to see if he could get a glimpse of the blurs. Nothing. "This is Private Andy Wallace calling to allied forces in the area. Is there any there?" Five seconds passed without answer. "Repeat, this Private Andy Wallace. Is there any on…." He was cut off by a hushed voice.
"Watch your backs, there are flood aboard the convent ship and they have been set loose." Wesley walked over to the radio, graded the mike, and spoke into it. "This is Sergeant Steve Wesley what is your location?" Nothing more came over the radio. He threw down the mike and walked over to the other side of the 10-foot wide sandpit. "Sir is it true?" Childs was now at eye level with him. "Is what true solider?" he said turning to face Childs. "What they say about the flood. That they take over your body, rot your flesh, and use you to kill your friends." Wesley had face the flood once before and didn't want to do it again. "Yes it's all true. The flood are curl and deadly if you dint where to aim. Just aim at the chest where the tentacles are. That will stop them." Wesley sat down to think if this was true. Could the flood really be on the station? He tried not to think about it for now but if it was true it would be difficult to survive.
1536 Hours August 11, 2553 (Military Calendar)/
Inner Colonies, Moon Station, Station 276
Planet Earth
The squad had been hold up in the sandpit for an hour by a huge battalion of convent troops. Mendez had been picking off the patrols the got too close to the sandpit below. Wesley sat with his rifle across his chest ready for an attack. He took a big gulp of air and about gagged. He quickly fell forward and covered his mouth. "I think Higgins is starting to decompose." Mendez leaned over the rail and yelled, "Sir that's not Higgins you're smelling. It's a swarm of flood!" Wesley stood to see that little yellow blobs were overwhelming the entire convent battalion. Dozens of the troops were being mutilated into combat forms. "Listen up squad. As soon as those combat are ready there coming for us. Mendez, aim for the chest and kill as many as you can before the get moving. Wallace, get another ODST team here ASAP. Childs, protect Wallace. Gorman, fire at will when their in range." With that all four ODSTs yelled, "YES SIR!" Wesley Walked over and joined Mendez in the tower. He looked though the scope of his rifle to see the combat forms rush towards the sand pit below. He heard Wallace on the radio, "This Private Wallace is any on there. We need help. Large mass of flood combat forms." Wesley leveled, aimed for the nearest combat form, and fired a three round burst. The rounds caught the enemy in the chest popping the infection form inside. It fell to the ground and was trampled by the other enemies.
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