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The Croton Chronicles: Chapter 3, This is where the fun starts
Posted By: Earl Hershberger (Funkster) & Trevor White (Boxer[subnova])<twhite1721@hotmail.com>
Date: 26 February 2004, 6:43 PM
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-The Croton Chronicles: Chapter 3, This is where the fun starts-
The hunter couldn't believe it, there is no way the elite should have survived that blow he thought, by now the rush of battle had run out and he was freely bleeding.
The elite looked around to get his bearings and find what the hell had just hit him. He touched his head to find to his amazement part of it had been crushed, and that his left mandible hung from his jaw completely shattered.
When the elite had finally gotten his bearings, the two combatants began trading blows.
The faster elite had the advantage and was pounding the hunter's armor hard enough to dent it.
"Time to finish this," the elite said pulling a small blade out of its sheath.
"I agree," the hunter growled.
The elite went to stab the hunter but could find and opening (religious guard hunters have overlapping armor which makes them damn near impervious).
"I think not," the hunter said and punched the elite square in the chest.
The elite flew back and crashed into a pillar. The hunter was on him in a second and grabbed the elite, twisted his right arm, and broke it. Then clutching the elite's body in his other hand, grabbed the other arm and, proceeded to remove the elite from his arm.
"Have mercy," the elite begged putting his broken right arm up in surrender.
The Hunter finished the job with a quick blow to the elite's head.
Renner seeing that the coast was clear walked out into the center of the room.
"Lets get out of hear marines, everybody double time it out of the room."
"Who the hell were those green bastards?" Grater asked.
"MAYBE THEY WERE LEPRECHAUNS," Shandor said in all seriousness.
"No...just no," Hillock said.
"Look they were tough whatever they were. Their only marking was a black ring on their backs."
"Who gives two shits, let's just find the nuke and set it to blow this place." Renner said.
Fighting there way out was a piece of cake, resistance was pathetic almost the entire covenant crew had been wiped out by the black op elites.
"My baby..." Grater yelled.
"I see you found your thermonuclear device." Duke chuckled.
They were cut short by a covenant prophet.
"Who is your leader," he commanded.
Renner quickly shoved Shandor forward.
"He is!" Renner yelled.
"Something has gone terrible wrong, we need to talk." The Prophet said holding down his disgust.
"SURE" Shandor screamed "anything to help."
So there they stood, face to face to face to face to face to...oh you get the idea, with a covenant prophet.
"If you truly wish to help us," The prophet began, but was quickly cut short from a plasma bolt hitting him in the head.
"No way" Grater said, "Shandor you actually did something right."
"It was an accident" Shandor whined "I didn't mean to shoot him it just kind of happened."
"No, no you did the right thing." Renner assured him.
"Or maybe it was a her," Shandor said as he went off into his own little world.
"Let's just find away out of hear," Renner said.
"Grater why don't you disarm that nuke, we're not in the covenant ship anymore" he hesitantly added.
"Fine" Grater said kicking the floor a little depressed.
It took the better part of three days to escape from the forerunner structure; to the marines it seemed like one long hellish nightmare. They had only lost a few people. They tried their best to keep out of the ensuing chaos caused by the Covenant troops fighting their own black op units. Finally they reached the exit after fighting a tooth and nail battle to escape, Andrea came up with the casualty list.
"We lost Duke, James, Frank, and Shelly." She said showing no emotion.
"Guess we won't be seeing any girl on girl action now." Grater said, and gave Andrea a cat call. This was, regardless to say, a bad idea. Grater was rewarded with a swift kick in the balls and a hard punch in the face.
Seton walked over to Grater and punched him as hard as she could.
"What you don't consider me a girl?"
"Not really," Grater said apparently not in his right mind.
This time he was kneed in the balls punched and repeatedly kicked in the stomach.
The remaining marines couldn't contain themselves and they fell over laughing at Grater's misfortune. However this soon ended when Grater pointed out that he was still holding the nuke.
"As I was saying, there are only five of us left." Andrea finished.
"Well shit" Renner said completely unaware that Andrea had been talking to him, "I say we find the covenant ship it can't be to far away."
Just then static came over Shandor's radio and the familiar if not nauseating voice of Jamison, the same asshole who had sent them on this stupid mission, came over the radio.
Renner grabbed the hand set from its resting place on the top of the radio pack.
"Sir, we need help, my team has taken heavy losses and we need EVAC."
A different voice then came over the line.
"Roger that we'll get you out of their ASAP, but we have some major problems of our own."
The next five hours consisted of setting up the nuke, swimming in a hot spring, beating on each other, and Hillock trying to get Andrea to take of all her clothes.
"OH MY GOD" Shandor screamed as he was thrown, none too lightly, into a shallow hot spring.
Hillock was still talking to Andrea and getting punched once in a while for his troubles.
Renner just sat thinking to himself, "Why couldn't it always be like this, no covenant, a roaring fire, friends to share stories with, Shandor getting the crap beat out of him regularly." He almost hoped the EVAC wouldn't come. There was only one problem; they only had two days rations left. But at the moment he didn't care, he was in heaven.
Jamison frowned, "We've lost three recon bases in twenty minutes, pull the rest of the recon bases back to more defendable positions"
"Yes sir," Micigger said, "permission to speak sir?"
"Go ahead," Jamison said "It's not like it's really going to matter."
"Well I would like to know were the hell the covenant got all these troops from, I mean we had them on the run and I doubt they have a ship in orbit or they would have glassed us so what's the deal?"
"I didn't want to tell you this...but."
"But what?" Micigger said getting very impatient.
"Well this planet has (he ponders for a moment looking for the right worlds) formations from an advanced race, our scientist have been extracting and trying to adapt some of the technology."
"So that's why we had so many ships in orbit for an H class planet."
"Exactly," Jamison continued, "apparently the covenant were doing the same thing and we both slipped past each others noses, so it is possible to surmise that the covenant could still be slipping in troops or they had a lot more to begin with, either scenario is not good."
"Well it looks like the fighting has stopped for the night" Micigger said more to himself than anybody else.
The next morning a pelican touched down.
"Time to go marines" Renner barked.
They all came sprinting back, first came Grater he was in nothing but his boxers.
"Sorry sir was in the middle of trying to drown Shandor, and I didn't want to miss the bus."
Next came Shandor bruised, beaten, and soaking wet but somehow still in high spirits.
"ME AND GRATER WERE JUST HAVING A GOOD TIME."
"I'm sure he was." Renner said letting himself a small laugh.
Next came Hillock with a black eye and a bruised arm.
"I got her to take her shirt off sir."
"Good for you" Renner said.
Finally bring up the rear was Andrea and Seton.
"Your men are pigs" the said in unison.
"Well at least they like one of you," he offered.
He hopped into the pelican and they were off.
"So, now what?"
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