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Covenant Invasion! Part Two
Posted By: Hunter_Killer<jlp8118@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 15 June 2003, 3:07 AM
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Note to Readers: I know, I should put time between my stories... oh well... (@_@)
Location: Space near Earth, Sol System
Time: 2551
The Pelicans approached Earth. "In the pie, five by five." The pilot said.
"Yah, well the pie's fried!" Jonathan said to the young Pilot. "Copy, sir!"
The dropships speeded towards Earth.
"Entering stratosphere," He said.
"Okay, marines, look alive! We got a Planet to save!" The Sergeant yelled.
The dropship began to shake.
The Pelicans entered the atmoshpere, and the shaking stopped.
Without warning, two Banshees dropped in behind them.
A bolt of Plasma shook the ship. Then two more did like.
"Whose at the Tail Gun?" An agitated Admiral asked anyone who could answer.
"Ummmm..." A Marine looked back to see. "No one!"
"Crap!"
Jonathan took off his buckle. The vibration from another shot of Plasma threw him to the ground.
"The ship won't take much more!" The pilot noted.
Jonathan got to his feet. "Awwww...." He rubbed his head with his right hand, and quickly regained his wits. He sprinted to the tail gun.
The Admiral grinned menacingly. A full clip, He thought. A clip of a Pelican's Tail Gun was 700 rounds. But, it WILL go fast if you aren't careful.
He took aim, and squeezed the trigger with all he had.
When he let go of the trigger, all the bullets were gone, and so was a Banshee.
"Nice shot, sir!" Said a Marine.
"Well, Yah. But, all the bullets are gone!"
"Reload sir, Reload!" A frightened Marine said.
"Right." The Tail Gunner took up another clip.
The pilot of the other Banshee was in a rage about losing his fellow in the other craft. His ship's weapons let out a burst of Plasma, then another, and another in rapid succession.
Thanks to the Pelican pilot's skill in Evasive Maneuvers, one hit. Jonathan was about to say: 'If we live, you getting a medal, mister' to him, but the Pelican shook again, and Jonathan dropped the clip of Ammo, sending it hurtling to the Ground, 1,000 feet down.
"Awwww... man!"
"What, sir?"
"You know that Ammo Clip that was the last one for this gun?"
"Yah, what 'bout it?"
"I JUST DROPPED IT 1,000 FEET!!!!!" The Admiral exclaimed.
"Well... that's not good."
"OK, Marines. I'm out of Ammo. Use your Assault Rifles to bring down that Covenant!" The pointed towards the Banshee.
"Yes sir! Well, what are ya waiting' for!? Tea!? Move out, Marines!" The Sarge said.
All the Marines abandoned their buckles, lined up, and unloaded their weapons.
In less than a minute, the Banshee was no more.
The Humans shouted three cheers for victory, then returned to their seats.
Then, Jonathan got his first look at Battleground Earth. Smoke and explosions on every scale, including nuclear, where everywhere. It looked like the Apocalypse was upon them.
The flight of Pelicans approached the ground in (Well, used to be) a big city, weaving around and over (What was left of the) buildings.
"Where now, Admiral?" Asked the Marine who had noted the lack of a Tail Gunner.
"Well, I think we should-"
A voice crackled over the radio, along with the sounds of Gunfire, Plasma, Explosions, and Screams of pain from both sides.
"This is Fire Team Delta, 32nd Earth Defense Division, to any and all UNSC personnel! Mayday! Mayday! Repeat, any UNSC respond! We are under heavy fire! HELP!"
Jonathan ran up to the console. He said, "This is Admiral Starblade of the UNSC Lone Wolf. I hear you. We are in 12 Pelican Dropships heading into the Northwest corner of the City. We are gona' provide evac and assistance. What are your coordinates?"
"Thank God! Evac! Our coordinates are... Ummmm... 709, mark 882 on the South corner. Hurry, Please!"
"Ok, ETA, 4 minutes." The turned off the radio. "Pilot." He said.
"Yes, sir. What?"
"Set a course to these coordinates. 709, mark 882 on the south side of the City. Also, radio the other Pelicans. We're goin' in!"
"Yes, sir!" The Pilot responded. He then set about doing it.
Suddenly, several more Banshees dropped in the group, and drove all but 2 Dropships away. The Banshees left just as suddenly.
"Crap." Jonathan said, as his was one of the two not drove either into the ground or drove away. "They had air support..."
Suddenly, they were there. Several groups of Marines were fighting... Covenant. Lots and lots and lots of Covenant.
"We're approaching the LZ, it's gona be hot!" The pilot said over the radio. "Touchdown! Hit it, Marines!" Gunfire came from both Pelicans as the reinforcements arrived. Jonathan Put on a Battle Helmet, and took an Assault Rifle and several clips of ammo for it. He also took three grenades, one with writing on it:
WELLCOME PRESENT FOR COVIES
He got out, ready for battle...
TO BE CONTINUED...
(^_^) Author's Note:
Was that one better?
-Hunter_Killer
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