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Covenant Invasion! Part Three
Posted By: Hunter_Killer<jlp8118@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 17 June 2003, 11:38 AM
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Note to Readers:
Hello! The Story is Back! BWAHAHAHA... Um... enjoy. (^.^)
Location: Chicago, USA, Earth, Sol System, Alpha Quadrant
Time: 2551
Jonathan jumped out of the dropship. Immediately, his Battle Helmet picked up motion: Masses of Yellow and Red blobs. He saw a group of three Marines, pinned down by six Jackals behind a car, which was already burnt several times by hot Plasma.
Jonathan managed to get at their rear. He took out a Grenade, said a very short prayer, and let fly. The explosion was satisfying for Jonathan. When he looked up, only one Jackal was left, with it's shields down.
"Who did that!?" Came it's weird voice.
"Me." Jonathan answered. The Covenant soldier turned, but not quickly enough. Jonathan had his Assault Rifle at ready. He immediately pumped the Jackal with ten rounds, killing it.
The Marines came out of cover, and confronted the Admiral. "Sir," Said one, "Excellent Shooting!"
Jonathan grinned. "Thanks." He stooped, and picked up a Plasma Rifle. It was full! He also picked up four Plasma Grenades.
"Please, no! No! NO! AGGHHHHHH!!!" A voice came from around the curb. Jonathan rounded it. The sight he got was not good. Four Marines and another person, with only UNSC Naval Clothes, were against an alley, facing two Elites. One had a Plasma sword, the other had a needler. The Covenant were stepping over two dead Marines as they advanced. Another one was felled as the Plasma Sword sliced and diced.
"Stop!" Yelled Jonathan.
"Who said that?" Came an Elite's voice.
"Me." He stepped around the corner. He Charged up the Plasma Weapon he just got, let go of the trigger, and a huge burst shattered the one's shields who had the Plasma Sword. He dropped the overheated weapon, and pulled out his Assault Rifle. Twenty rounds went into the Covenant, and it fell before the lead onslaught.
He took a Plasma Grenade. He cocked his arm, and threw! It stuck to the Panicking Elite, like the Covenant Grenade was rumored to stick to humans, wiping out groups in a time.
BLAM!!!!
The explosion rattled the Covie, wiping out it's shield. His Plasma Rifle was cool again, so he picked it up, and fired four rapid bursts. The screaming invader died from his own hot Plasma, poetic justice, as it seems.
The survivors ran up to him. He recognized the unarmed one to be his First Officer! "Lance!"
"Jonathan? Jonathan! You're here!" Lance was relieved about that.
"Nice shooting, sir!" Said a Marine.
"Thanks... Um... I'm 'fraid I don't know your name." Jonathan said, friendly like.
"Private Second Class, John Obuto." The Marine announced.
"Admiral, Fourth Class, Jonathan Starblade." Responded the officer.
A radio clicked on, and another voice appeared.
"This is Fire Team Zulu, 11th Battalion! Enemy Hunters and Elites on the scene! All UNSC Marines in area report to coordinates 170-niner, mark 271! Repeat, ALL Marines to 1709, mark 271! What the!? AGGGHHHHH!!!!"
The voice was replaced by an Elite spreading propaganda.
"This is Commander Jauq-De Kalhal of the First Covenant Raider Battalion to all humans. You have lost the battle, and the war! Fear us, the wrath of the Gods! Stop struggling, and give up! If you do, I can promise a speedy demise." The voice was replaced by laughter, ghastly laughter.
Jonathan dropped the Radio, and put a bullet through it. "Let's go, people. That Area is two blocks west of here. But first, everyone who hasn't, grab a weapon from the dead Covies." He walked over to an Elite, and picked up his Plasma Sword.
Jonathan turned it on. He whisked the Plasma Blade through the air. Then Again. And Again. Finally, he put it away, favoring a Needler from the other Elite. Lance picked up a Plasma Pistol, and two Grenades. The other Marines already did.
They began their march. "Looks bad," Jonathan remarked, as they walked through war-torn streets of a once proud city.
Along the way, they picked up a few surviving Marines from the battles. They also encountered random Covenant troops along the way.
"Two blocks," Remarked Jonathan. He still could not believe the Enemy was at the gates, and winning!
"One Block," He remarked, a minute later, as they passed a damaged Movie Theater. "Look!" said a Marine. He pointed to a Worthog, with two Marines in it.
"Hey! You Marines! Over here!" Jonathan shouted. No answer came. The group, which had swelled to twenty strong, approached.
"They're dead!" A panicking Marine said.
"Keep calm," The Admiral responded. "Look!" Several Warthogs where parked around. "Our forces forgot some toys..."
In five minutes, the group was now mechanized. "Let's ride!" Jonathan said, gunning it down the road. The other vehicles followed. "Thirty meters ahead," He said over the radio. They got closer. "Twenty..." And closer... "Ten Meters. Let's unsaddle, peoples!" The Worthogs stopped, and the party proceeded on foot. "Five..."
They entered a big park, (that was)the scene of battle. The sight that greeted them was so horrible, three of them dropped to their knees and cried, and the others bowed their heads...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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