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Prelude to the Assault on the Control Room: Archangel squad part II
Posted By: AlphaBravo343<e.moeller3@verizon.com>
Date: 2 April 2003, 4:37 AM
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Goddard whistled as he peered over the edge of the launch bay of the pelican. The rolling hills covered in snow seemed to go on for miles. The area must have been a valley, the foggy mountain tops That surrounded the twenty mile wide clearing masked the outlying lands on the ring. The arch of the ring could faintly be seen jutting distantly out of the mist of the mountains.
"I'm settin' her down here!, covenant forces have occupied the valley ahead of us!"
"Roger that, Be ready to pick us up by 0900 hours!"
"Copy that, good luck Archangels, Bravo 445, out"
The pelican slowly descended, and touched down. The archangels stormed out of the pelican and unloaded the gear. The pelican began to lift-off as it dropped its troop transport-warthog.Goddard looked out across the snow covered ground and saw at the end of the valley, a sharp and rigid rock wall going straight up from the valley floor. And at the base of the wall, stood the pyramid-like structure that housed the control room. Getting there would have been easy, if it werent for the Covenant camped all around the control room entrance. Goddard turned just in time to see the second pelican unloading its squad and its warthog. "Ok boys, gather weapons, I want at least five snipers, and the rest of you grab an MA5B or an M90. Then choose your sidearms. We are moving up to the control room in five minutes!, do you get me?!"
"Sir, yes sir!" said the fifteen marines in unison
Goddard walked over to one of the ammo crates and grabbed an MA5B, he quickly checked the weapon with a practiced eye. Making sure it was combat-worthy, he grabbed five clips of shredder rounds, and five clips of AP rounds. He slapped an AP clip into the rifle and slung it. He poked around the crates until he spotted what he was looking for. The S2 AM Sniper Rifle, pure perfection. Four anti-materiel rounds, enough to kill anything that moved. He grinned as he shoved the heavy clip into the sleeve of the rifle and grabbed several more.
"Alright marines!, load up the troop carrier!, Johnson!, Lombardi!"
The two marines jumped at his bark, "Sir?"
"You two are with me in the combat 'hog"
They silently, but eagerly hopped into the warthog. Lombardi manned "Old Faithful", and Johnson hopped into the passenger side. Goddard waited to get in until the last of the soldiers clambered into the troop-transport warthog before he got in himself.
"Let's go!" he shouted over the comm channel, and the warthog's tires spun in the slick snow, caught and launched forward. Fifteen minutes and two clicks later, the sarge ordered a halt.
"Snipers, with me!" he said as he grabbed his sniper rifle from the gun rack behind his head.
The snipers moved up and went prone on a hilltop. Their, now white, suits rendered them almost invisible.
"Pick your targets and fire away men." he said almost at a whisper.
The rifles discharged again and again, unheard by the Covenant due to the distance between the marines and the encampments. Goddard settled his sight over an elite's forehead and squeezed, then a jackal's head and squeezed. With their combined ammunition, they brought down a quarter of the Covenant forces, and they had just begun to realize what was happening.
"HOLY HELL!!!!!!!!" shouted a marine as a lumbering, furry figure loomed over him. Goddard shot a look at the figure, and his blood ran cold as he realized that a Brute had snuck up on them and they hadn't even noticed. Suddenly, the marines in the troop 'hog opened up with assult rifles, the bullets pinged off of the brutes armor.
"THE NECK!!!!!!, GO FOR THE NECK!!!!!" Goddard shouted.
Still they aimed for its torso, and the rounds pinged off of the Brute's thick armor.
"Hell...." he muttered climbing to his feet, and aiming his rifle at the creature's neck....and it moved out of his sights as it charged Liutenant Bryons. He grunted as it swung at him with its enormous arm. His shields flared brilliantly as he fell to the ground......six feet away. Goddard sprinted up to the beast, unsheathed his knife, and jabbed it into the beast's stomach and slashed around to its side. Blood poured from the gaping wound and the creature threw its head back and howled, but was cut short by the single round Goddard sent through its exposed throat. It gasped for air and clasped its stomach as it fell onto its back. It gasped again, trying to breathe, and died with a deep groan.
Bryons was okay, just a few minor bruises. The team medic checked him anyway. Goddard looked out to the control structure. They were almost there, after they planted the charges, the ring could be evacuated. The ensuing explosion would set off a chain reaction with the nuclear mines set all around the ring.
"Alomst there...." he said to himself as he clambered into the driver seat of the warthog and started the engine.
To be continued.....again.
Part three: The Assult on the Control Room (really this time)
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