Turn 4: The Siege Through Hell

[Matt]

The battles getting more intense, how many Strogg are out there? Meyen and the squad kept fighting but were running low on ammo. He looked around and checked on the squad. Hudson was firing on semi auto, knowing hes running low. Sargeant Hayek was shouting out commands on the radio. Meyen popped up and put a few rounds down range when he felt a warm sensation on his left arm. He ducked down and checked it, theres was a nail in his arm, he had gotten hit and was bleeding alot. Afraid it might of hit a main artery he called out for the medic.

"Nightengale? Sarge wheres Nightengale, i got hit and i think it hit my main........." Meyen said slowing his words.

The Corporal was fading, he was bleeding out.

[-=Cpl Sam Dunn=-]

"Hey, I has an idea. My squad'll take the tank, give you cover fire, and 2nd squad can still storm the building. That way we can do both!" Dunn shouted over the comm mike as he splattered a soldier's brains with his shotgun. The damn thing was a godsend in indoors operations, and they'd seen a lot of them lately.

He then turned to the soldiers in the building with him, and grinned. "Men, we're takin a tank for a spin." He said with a grin, as he led the troopers to that very tank, shootung any Strogg that got in thier way.

[Cartwright]

"Fuck! Nightengail, get your sorry ass over here!" Hayek exclaimed, attempting to get the Marine some assistance.

The situation was definitely getting worse.

[Dire Wolf]

Jared saw the thing that shot Meyen. "Aww your goin down my friend". He looked through the scope and held his breath. He pulled the trigger. He hit it in the head, somehow it didnt kill it. "Ok you SOB!!" He shot again, hit it in practically the same spot, he watched satisfied that a mix of blood, brains, and a little machinery flew out the exit wound.
He looked over at Cpl. Meyen. "Corporal, I go-."

Then he felt it.

It felt like someone had took a neumatic nail gun and shot a bolt into his bicep. He looked over, he couldnt see where it came from, then he looked down, the nail had passed through his left arm and into his right forearm. "Fuck!! that hurts, uhh nightengale, ya got another one" He got low, sat down with his knees high enough for him to use them as a rest with his bi-pod. He began to shoot at anything that could have shot at him.

[Cartwright]

The Marines fought desperately. The situation had detoriated and the screams of the injured infused with the confusion and chaos. Red hot lead flew in every which direction and sometimes, a nail gun would be fired rappidely. Neither side had much of an advantage. It would be a stalemate for both sides. Now the only question was, which side would run out of ammunition first?

Nightengail was too preoccupied to assist his fellow Marines. Luckily, Smith had finished up with the injured Marine and ran up to the two injured Hell Hounds. He worked on the corporal first, managing to get the nail out and patch up the wound. A little adrenaline would keep him up and running, though once it wore off, the wound would hurt like all hell. Then he worked on Schmidt and got him back up and running. The two took cover behind the GEV. It was best to stay in cover.

PFC Lee managed to get to his vantage point, and was eliminating hostiles down range from extreme distances. Each shot skillfully impacted the intended target, killing it. Corporal Dunn concocted a new plan and set it into action. He left his squad to infiltrate the building in front of them and ran past the hail of fire and hopped into one of the Hover Tanks. He was able to figure out rather quickly how to use the tank's cannon. The driver was on one of the GEV machine guns. He had abandoned the tank as it had been disabled. It's weapons, however, still functioned properly. He aimed the turret at the building to the convoy's twelve O'clock and fired.

The one hundred twenty millimeter round impacted and exploded on the wall of the building, collapsing it and effectively obliterating anything standing directly behind the wall. Either the blast or the shrapnel did the trick. First Squad moved in, eliminating the stragglers. They had done it. They had eliminated the real threat.

"All right, Marines! This is our chance! Convoy, proceed towards the city center. We are gonna take it by force. Hell Hounds, thanks for the assist. There is a alley leading to the Andromeda General Hospital. Go there and set up a medical center there. Once finished and the area has been secured, GEVs full of wounded will begin driving on in. Good luck, boys. Convoy, out." The Tank Commander said.

Sergeant Hayek rallied the men together and they moved through the alley, towards the towering Andromeda General Hospital. A five story building now infested with Strogg. The Hell Hounds had work to do.

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[Dire Wolf]

Jared slowly turned a wheel on his scope until it wouldnt turn anymore, he turned the magnification down to 1x in other words. 'Good, I shouldnt be so useless up close now....' Hoot thought as he levelled his rifle on each of the windows above and in front of him, just to make sure that there werent any Strogg in them.

He figured he would use this very brief interval to introduce himself. "By the way, I'm Private Jared Schmidt, but please... call me Hoot." He knew that this was the wrong time to say anything, but he at least wanted them to know the name they would have to yell out incase he bit the bullet, or worse.

[Cartwright]

"Sergeant Hayek, you can call me Shadow or Sarge. Go ahead and meet your squad. You're assigned to Second Squad under Corporal Meyen, just in case you didn't already hear me the first time." Sergeant Hayek said, his eyes not leaving the path in front of him.

[Matt]

"Hoot watch those windows of the Hospital, tell me if you any Strogg setting up in there. Hudson watch our six again. Sergeant im on you."

The Corporal was back in the fight. He didnt feel the pain of the wound he had gotten but knew the adrenaline was soon to where off. They were know moving as a platoon towards the hospital, the orders were to set up a medical center there. Meyen knew there had to be Strogg there, setting up defenses and waiting for the Marines to walk through.

[Cartwright]

"No. Second Squad, watch our six. First Squad, you have point. I'll bring up the middle. Now MOVE!" Hayek said, emphasizing the order to move to their assigned positions.

[Cartwright]

The Marines entered the large courtyard that separated the Andromeda General Hospital from the rest of the city. The Marines would enter through the Emergency Entrance and eliminate Strogg forces. No Strogg could be seen from outside, even with the experienced eyes of Schmidt, Lee, and Hayek. First Squad moved up to the doorway and the double doors slid open silently. The squad entered the building, Sergeant Hayek in the middle of their group.

Second Squad found another entrance. They walked up a flight of stairs in place in case of a fire and found a doorway marked with an "exit" sign. Meyen opened the door slowly and peered inside. The illumination was dim. He activated his flashlight and informed the rest of his squad to do so. They entered the hospital's third floor. Now, both teams were split up and had to do what any Marine would do. Kill everything not human and complete their objectives.

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[Dire Wolf]

"Awright sarge, bastards are goin down." He flicked the wheel on his scope back the other way, he glanced at the indicator, 5x, it was good. "Roger that sir. Im gonna be in the top floor of this building..." Hoot pointed up at a 3 story building to his right. "I can provide a much better over watch from up there for both squads." He waited for Meyen to either acknowledge were he was going or order him to keep his ass where he was

[Mr. Death]

Nightengale barely caught up with Second Squad. He sprinted into the hospital, despite protests from the other Marines. He needed to regroup with the squad. He was breathing heavily, he was wounded multiple times and bleeding moderatley, but he knew he'd be okay.

He had his blaster out again. That damned assault rifle had run out of ammo, and he still didn't have any ammo for his shotgun.

"This is Godchild, Meyen, do you copy? Report your location" He said quietly into the comm

[Cartwright]

"This is Meyen, I'm on the Third Floor of the General Hospital. What's your location, over?"

[Mr. Death]

"First Floor" He said, looking up in the stairwell
"I'm on my way" He coughed into his hand.

Blood. He shut his eyes and cursed. That nail embedded in his side was causing him hell. He'd be fine, but he'd have to take it out soon

He sprinted up the stairs, taking them two at a time, trying to regroup with the squad. He was panting hard, but he ignored it. That damn nail. . .It was slowing him down. He'd take a look at it once this shit was over. First he needed to help his platoon, then he'd worry about his wounds.

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot switched his scope magnification back to 1x, he looked accross the courtyard through some windows.... more strogg. He immediatly leveled his sniper rifle and fired 3 quick shots with surgical accruacy. Within a few seconds, there were 3 strogg laying on the ground.