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by Corpus on Tue Feb 26, 2008 5:18 am
"Go, go, go!" shouted the Sergeant as the troops unloaded from the Pelicans. Taking a look around, Jones felt safe. THIS was a REAL UNSC team with 24 pelicans unloading. With 10 troops unloading from each Pelican along with Warthogs which amounted to 240 men and 24 warthogs. This time, Halo would be ours, the Covenant eliminated, and the flood defeated.
"You there, get up here." a Sergeant called to him, and Jones happily boarded the indicated warthog, taking the side seat. And with a signal from the Captain, the group began forward.
It wasn't long before we spotted our first enemies, grunts...alone. This caused a great puzzlement among the troops as grunts usually fought with elites, especially in numbers as many as thiers. In fact, Hunters should have been there as well. But there were only grunts and some turrets. A few rocket shots, and snipes, and soon the grunts were fleeing in a huge stampede. The captain ordered the warthogs to advance.
Shooting and squashing things both begin with an S and are extremely enjoyable. As the grunts melted away under our superior firepower, the warthogs got bolder, and bolder, until we left the main group. 72 people on 24 warthogs. Warthogs that were still shooting and running over grunts.
And as always, foolish actions lead to foolish consequences. Hunters ambushed us with thier plasma cannons, and shot many a warthog over with thier arms. Of course, when ever a warthog got too close, it was rammed by the Hunter. Before long, the troops were either seperated or killed. According to the radio name call, 44 men were killed, 13 injured with fatal wounds. The others had not a scratch on them but were divided into two groups who were both commanded to retreat to the main squad.
Jones now began to lose his secureness. Only 15 people were alive, and he was with only 4 others, forming a group of 5. Suddenly, the Captain told them to 'get thier butts' back quickly, they were under attack by the flood. And have prepared for evacuation.
"Shit!" sweared Jones at the news, "Okay guys, let's get moving."
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