Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells-chapter 2
Posted By: Myth<Jumpshotsketch@aol.com>
Date: 17 October 2003, 3:14 AM
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Plasma Burns and Bullet Shells
-Chapter 2
Nov. 27, 2552
Bustrum brought his leg up into a crescent kick, batting away the threat of the elite's plasma rifle. The elite growled and punched Bustrum hard sending him back several feet. Matt brought himself up and grabbed the elite's arms, his hands burning and being cut. The elite looked down as if to say: That all you got? But Bustrum found an exposed layer of skin and brought his knee to the elite's groin. The elite grunted and flung Bustrum backwards. Matt got up, leapt into the air and threw a dead on kick to the elite's chest. That gave Bustrum time to grab the elite's weapon and exhaust it into its head. Matt dropped the weapon in disgust and recovered his SMGs, and sprinted for his now surrounded squad.
Suppressing fire! Conner Davidson ordered as covenant streamed through city. Davidson fired his shotgun from his hip, blowing an elite in two. Scott fired a burst from his MA5B and jumped over a barricade to reload. How are you doing on ammo? Brant asked locking in a fresh clip to his MA6B battle rifle. Okay, I guess. As their conversation carried while each brought down covenant combatants. Whoa, look at that! Scott pointed to a 30mm chain gun emplacement. I'm goin' for it! Scott said ordering cover fire from Brant, who shrug and began firing. Scott sprinted, ducking down to avoid injury and stopped by Private Thatcher's dead body, swapping his assault rifle for the man's shotgun and ammo. Scott continued winding up a staircase and reached the gun. It had ammo. Yes! Scott said strapping in and began firing at the covenant that were almost overwhelming the marines. Oh ya! Eat it! Eat it! Eat it! Scott screamed tearing covenant troops to pieces.
Sagat fiddled with his last cartridge for his needler; he had wasted the others on no targets when the human fire began and once Yayap's head was taken off his shoulders. He knew a human marine was nearby, he had heard the death call of an elite. Which to Sagat that meant death wouldn't be far off. Sagat whined and in his misery he dropped the fragile cartridge and it exploded. Oops...Sagat said as he felt a punch in his side and his blood squirted to the grass and blackness followed as Sagat waited for his first glimpse of paradise. Tama 'Ulmammee watched two jackals run for cover and be obliterated by a human heavy gun emplacement. 'Ulmammee ducked behind a large street sign firing plasma at the humans while the chain gun would focus on others of his team, which was being massacred as he thought.
No! Dangit! Not now! Scott screamed at the dry chain gun. Richie looked around for ammo but there was none. The few marines that were here were killed after they used all their ammunition. But then Scott spied a sniper rifle, picked it up and began dispatching covenant advancers until his rifle ran out. Scott recovered his M90 shotgun and leapt down the stairs and ran to the remaining marines. Scott threw a blast at a brute continued.
Fitzgerald fired full auto at the approaching sword elite but it didn't fall. Oh crap! Tyrell yelled as he fired his last round. The lucky shot penetrated the armor and nailed the trooper between the eyes. Jones wasn't letting anything touch him after that grunt threw it self at him trying to choke him, Jones tore off the breathing apparatus and threw the suffocating figure to the ground. Now Jones was blowing off heads with his M9D sidearm. Fitzgerald primed a captured plasma grenade and hurled it into the largest collection of covenant. Another plasma grenade sailed towards the marines, attaching to Carlson. Carlson looked up mournfully at Jones, his best friend, turned and tackled down a brute and an elite. See you boys on the other side. He whispered as the grenade went off, engulfing Carlson in a blue-white explosion. No! Jones yelled as he tackled down the elite that threw the grenade, shoved the barrel of the M9D into the elite's mouth and fired twelve times. Two black elites appeared and fired a strange looking weapon. It was sleek, purple, and it fired with unbelievable accuracy.
Lance Corporal Michael Brant fired a successful shot into a brute's head and ducked down. Mike slapped in his last 45 round clip into his MA6B. An elite leapt over the crate he hid behind and the creature stared at the helpless human plasma saber activated. It roared a battle cry and raised the sword. The elite had two shotgun rounds slammed into him. Davidson and Scott nodded and smiled and provided covering fire. Private Taylor ran out a building wielding a flame-thrower, melting ten covenant combat troops. Where the he-Private Smith was interrupted by plasma melting his face. Smith's arms flailed and a second later his body went limp and sunk to the ground. Holy crap! What hit him? Another blast barely missed Harper. Sturdivant wasn't so lucky, the blast hit him in the forearm, completely melting it off. The marine screamed in pain. MEDIC! MEDIC! We need a medic over here now! Harper ordered to McCoy. McCoy sprinted over, avoiding sniper blasts and sliding into Jeremy's bloody puddle. Jeremy moaned in pain and held his breath as McCoy stopped the bleeding and patched him up. A jackal appeared around the corner, plasma pistol overcharging in its claws. Jeremy pulled out his M9D and shot the alien, twice. I see the sniper, Harper said taking the jackhammer launcher off his back. Using the 2x scope, he fired two rockets and four elites flew in pieces, dropping strange, new covenant weapons. Great, now they have snipers! Brant said sarcastically. The covenant began to ease off. Davidson contacted Fire teams Delta and Sierra. Delta squad had been completely wiped out...and Sierra suffered heavy casualties. Davidson's men that were alive included Brant, Taylor, Sturdivant, Harper, Scott, McCoy, and possibly Fitzgerald and his men. Davidson reloaded his last four shells and ordered Taylor to call in a dropship.
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