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Pointless Battle
Posted By: Jeff Graham<Lunar_Rain98@Yahoo.com>
Date: 28 March 2003, 4:59 AM
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0405 Hours, June 23, 2551 (Military Calendar)/
Unknown Loctaion, Sol System
The long Chiron fields where a brilliant emerald green in the mid-day sun. The sun washed over the hills. Along a nearby riverbed stood a tall imposing structure. Brush and trees where spread thin around the base of the structure. The sun accentuated the lines that where cut into the side of this structure, symbols and writing covered it in its entirety.
"C'mon, lets go." Yelled the sergeant.
The marines rushed over the rolling hills; like the wind they descended upon the monolith.
"Go, we need to secure an LZ (Landing Zone)." Yelled another man.
"I'm on it." Yelled another.
"Sir, we have word, we have to hold here, for now." Said a marine.
"Dismissed, I want hourly updates from the FLEETCOM (Fleet Command), is that clear?" Asked the sergeant.
"Affirmative." said the marine, leaving the area.
The sergeant turned and looked over the Chiron River. Te sun's light beat down on the river, the grass and the men. The day was coming to an end, the second sun of the planet was now dropping bellow the horizon, like a dying man, trying to stay as long as possible, before fading away; but unlike the sun, when the sergeants men died, they wouldn't rise again the next day.
"Sir, we have a defense parameter set up, no Charlies have been seen and the LZ is laid out as well." Said a marine as he walked passed.
The sergeant waved the man passed and sat down on a munitions crate. Him and his men had been on the move for two days and they still haven't killed their target. The team only had one day worth of food left, and then they'd have to head back.
"Sergeant, incoming." Yelled a marine.
Rifle fire lit up the now black field. The enemy was now close and they began to fire. Blue plasma rounds flew through the air, scorching the ground and air as they flew. The muzzle flash painted the surroundings in flashes of yellow and orange, like a fire that burned, but wasn't there.
"Charlie, they've breathed block C." Screamed a marine as he fell, a blue burn cooled on his chest.
The marines where now outnumbered and outgunned. The only left to do was hope, and fight until the end.
"Move up, cover-fire formation, two by two, move!" Yelled the sergeant, as he ran and provided cover fire.
The aliens where now upon them. The men where now retreating into the monolith, firing as they attempted to hold their ground.
The blue bolts stopped, as if they had left as fast as they had come, but many of the soldiers where worried, and fidgety.
"Sir, 6 o'clock!" Yelled a marine.
The inside of the structure exploded with bright flashes of blue and green, bathing the interior in a barrage of color. The marines began to throw grenades as they retreated back into the night, hoping to hide within the darkness.
"Spread, Bravo Epsilon." Yelled the sergeant.
The blur bolts again bathed air in heat and fire, not now a yellow flavor was added. Grenades detonated, lighting the field up as if it where day.
The marines stopped and again bathed the field in yellow with the muzzle flashes of their guns.
"Take cover!" Yelled a marine.
The middle aged mans warning was followed by a large volley of plasma fire. Blue bolts flew around the men, the air crackling as the rounds flew.
As the marines started move towards the enemy again, a round hit the Sergeant in the arm, burning through his armor, down to his tan colored skin.
"Move, in." Yelled the sergeant.
The sergeant pushed forward, despite his pain and burned muscles. The marines began to gain ground and more and more of the aliens fell.
"Sir, aircraft!" Shouted a marine as he continued to fire his weapon.
Over the Horizon, just above the rising sun, a small aircraft could be made out. As she grew yellow lines flew from her nose as she strafed the enemy, stealing the marines kills. The Pelican Dropship made one strafing run and thundered off into the sky, as if chasing the night.
The new day was coming and they had the enemy surrounded, their prey, a Golden alien, awaited them, ready to fight for its survival.
"Sir, we have secured the area, all Charlies are neutralized. I repeat we are clear." Crackled a voice over the COM channel.
The marines moved in carefully. The Golden alien began to yell and throw about bodies, as the marines closed.
"Careful." Warned the sergeant.
Muzzle flashes uncovered the last of the shadows as the new days sun stretched its hand out over the feiled, showing the night's firefight. The once beautiful, emerald-green field now had burnt area all over, large scorched patches of lifeless terrain.
The sergeant moved in closer, behind the alien, utilizing his skills and training. The alien, now crazed, thrashed about, yelling and throwing corpses.
"I wish he was here to see this." Said the sergeant.
The tanned man opened fire on the golden alien, each round taking a piece of the creature's life away from it.
While the sergeant squared off with the alien, taking hits of his own, a small dot grew as the early morning dew did.
"What a shame." Said the sergeant.
The alien fell to its knees, panting and bleeding. The area around it was no longer a brilliant green, but now a blue-violet, and sticking of death. Trying to raise itself, it fell, weak from battle.
The sergeant, walked up to it, wounds on his arms and legs. Raising his rifle a shot rang out.
"What the..." Said the sergeant as well as his marines.
A group of men came over the hill, the men gathered around the Gold alien, marveling in the kill one of them had just made. Taking a picture, the sergeant walked away, motioning for his men to follow.
"What about your kill, they stole it." Yelled a marine.
"Let them have it, as long as we are alive."
A Dropship came over the horizon, picking up him and his men.
Hours later, they arrived at the main base, and where being debriefed. The proceedings took two hours, constant questions.
"A gold one, really, how." Asked a marine.
"Just kept going, never let the thing have a chance." Said the sergeant.
The day was coming around, and the sky was painted with pink, orange and yellow.
"Santiago, wait." Yelled a man dressed in civilian cloths.
The sergeant turned and a young man ran up to meet him.
"How have you bee, did you get it?" Asked the boy.
"Yes." Said the sergeant.
"How bad was it?"
"You know how war is, war is war and pain is pain." The sergeant stopped and looked back over to his men. "But I did lose five men."
"Don't worry, you did not lose them, they spent their lives for greater cause." The boy walked with the sergeant, back to his tent. They talked, for hours, until the evacuation ships arrived.
Him and the boy never saw one another again.
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