Earth, A Place for Death. Part 6: Helping out the Chief
Posted By: FuManChu<cameronscottfay@yahoo.com>
Date: 11 August 2003, 6:53 PM
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Lower New Mombosa
Time: 1530 hours, 10, Aug. 2554
They were at a deadlock. The marines moved in and supported the Master Chief. Now there was only a few groups of covenant remaining. But the marines had suffered some casualties.
"Jones, get over here and help this man out," said a medic who was standing over a mans body.
"Alright," Jones replied. Jones walked over to the man lying down. He looked... funny. His face was a greenish color and he had blisters all over.
"Well, what am I supposed to do?" asked Jones, "and what the hell is wrong with him?"
"Just hold his hand sir. He needs someone. And here is whats wrong. He said he was out fighting some covenant when his group was attack with some sort of gas. He was the only survivor. We think that this gas seeps into the skin and eats away at it. Plus it burns like hell and thats why he has blisters."
"Damn." Jones looked at his face. It was filled with agony. Jones turned away. He looked at Green and Hill who were firing off a few rounds at straggling grunts.
"Shit he's gone," said the medic as he let go and left. Jones let go of the dead marines hand and walked over to his two friends.
"Guys," he said, "the covenant have developed some kind of gas that eats away at your skin and organs, so if you come under attack be ready for it."
"Ok," they both said. Jones saw the Master Chief standing in a corner talking to his AI, Cortana. He wondered what it was like to be a Spartan. Was it cool? Did it suck? Jones forgot all about that as hordes of plasma rained down on them. One-third of the men were taken down instantly, their bodies being sliced in two be the plasma. Hill and Green ducked and rolled into cover and popped up with their battle rifles blasting. Jones grabbed his own battle rifle and made his way to Green and Hill, stopping every few feet as to make sure he was ok. In a minute he was over there and they were all shooting. Five elites,seven brutes and ten grunts ran out into the open. Plasma melted sand and plastic. Nine out of the ten grunts died from a grenade. An elite pulled out his own plasma grenade and primed it, but when he threw the last grunt ran into it.
"GET IT OFF!" he yelled in his high pitched voice as he ran to the brutes. The grenade blew up and took out all of the brutes. Jones focused on the elites and took one down. In the next two minutes the other elites died.
"Shit, I wasn't expecting that one," said Green. Hill and Jones agreed. Jones turned to look for the Chief, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"If your looking for the chief then you can forget about," said a private, "I saw him take off at the begining of the battle."
"Ok, thanks marine."
"No problem sir." Jones headed back to Green and Hill who were sitting on the ground. They were listening to the sergeant there. The sergeant got up and left.
"What did he say?" asked Jones.
Green answered,"he said that our work here is done but we will only rest for a couple of days. After that we will board a ship called The Lone Wolf and that will take us close to the covenants home planet. From there fifty dropships will land troops all over the planet and we will search for the Master Prophet."
"Sounds good, lets go and head back to base camp. There we can eat and rest." said Jones. The others agreed and got up. As they were walking back Jones' hand started to burn. He shook it off and kept walking. He needed some more sleep.
Base Camp
Time: 1900 hours, 10, Aug. 2554
The commander debriefed them as usual and they all set out for the cafetorium. Jones felt a pain in his hand again but it disappeared in an instant. He grabbed a tray and moved down the line of food. He picked up a chicken wing, some mashed potatoes and a coke. He went and sat down by himself. Hill and Green had already gone to their bunks. He scarfed down the food and threw away his tray. He wasn't full but he didn't care. He walked into the lounge and sat down to watch some TV. Only the news was on. All they talked about was the Master Chief and how he single handedly took down a covenant base in the middle of Africa. Jones started to dose off but just as he was about to fall asleep the pain in his hand returned. It was also in his arm. Jones smacked his arm and got up. He took two tablets of Tylenol. Then he walked to his bunk and climed in bed. He fell into an uneasy sleep. Jones woke up from a dream. He had thought that he was infected with that gas stuff. He thought that was silly and fell back asleep in a few minutes.
To Be Continued...
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