Post by Cartwright on Apr 18, 2008 11:31:24 GMT -5
The Marines fought desperately, all fighting to survive. They were running extremely low on ammunition and time was running out. For every one Strogg downed, two more spawned. For every two, three more spawned. It was becoming a monotious task of firing and reloading.
The situation was deteroriating fast. Corporal Dunn had fallen back with the rest of his squad. Private Heimrich had crouched down behind some crates and was firing his assault rifle. Suddenly, a Strogg soldier hopped on top of the crate beside him. He turned in time to see the devilish grin of the Strogg as it aimed its weapon at him. It fired and four slugs from a shotgun impact his head, imploding it instantly. Lieutenant Rico dispatched the Strogg.
Suddenly, the hangar doors opened and in ascended the drop-ship. It spun around quickly and its ramp lowered down, touching the metallic floor. However, the drop-ship did not land. Two Marines ran out of the drop-ship and began firing into the mass horde of Strogg. One motioned for the Marines to climb aboard. They happily abliged. They climb aboard and the two Marines descended into the drop-ship. The ramp arose and the only method of keeping the Strogg at bay was the heat emitted from the engines. The VTOL aspect keep it hovering in the air.
The drop-ship descended through the hangar doors and watched them close. The drop-ship then flew off into the depths of space, heading for a large concentration of drop-ships that were descending down upon Draconis.
"Did someone call for pick-up?" Chief Warrant Officer Crowe inquired, the humor depicted from his voice easily.
The lieutenant smiled, though it was concealed by the mask of his helmet.
"Didn't know you made house calls, Chief. We heading down to Draconis?" The lieutenant inquired.
"Affirmative. Sending you mission objectives now." The Chief said.
The drop-ship began to shake violently as it entered the planet's atmosphere. Atmospheric entry was always a bumpy ride. The objectives scrolled over onto the lieutenant's HUD and he nodded more to himself than anyone else. They needed to infiltrate a Strogg factory. Perfect.
The lieutenant arose from his seat and observed the weary faces of those of his men that did not wear their helmets. He knew they would feel better once they were actually on the ground. It was just the way things were. He cleared his throat and spoke.
"Alright men, look alive. Our next objective as been forwarded to me. We are to infiltrate a factory east of the capital of Draconis, Andromeda. It is constructing Strogg Flier aircraft as we speak. A Force Recon unit had infiltrated and has yet to be heard from. Though this is a secondary objective, I would rather we get our boys back home. Their status is currently unknown."
"Dunny, we're going to be using your demolitions charges to blow the two hangars in the factory. Then the rest can be taken care of from the Normandy, which will be orbiting the planet from here on out. Hayek, hang in there buddy. You got some more Strogg to kill. I would also like to introduce two new men. Private First Class Leon "Iceman" Lee Private First Class Dirk Pitt. These two men will be a part of our platoon from now on. Lee, you and Pitt will be in First Squad. Actually, since there is a shortage of a man on Meyen's squad, Pitt, you'll be in Second Squad. Enjoy your stay in the Hell Hounds ladies. And remember, if all goes well, we're going to Hell!" The lieutenant said, receiving uplifted cheers from his men.
Suddenly, the sound of weapons fire impacting the hull could be heard. A few fifty caliber rounds penetrated the hull and blasted into the unsuspecting PFC Parker. Two large holes were seen in his chest and neck. Blood poured down onto the floor.
"Strogg Flier! On our tails! Flyboys, we need your assistance now!" The pilot exclaimed.
The drop-ship began flying through the dark sky wildly, attempting to lose the Strogg aircraft that pursued it. This was definitely a mistake, as it made the pilot of the Flier more desperate. It fired a homing missile at the drop-ship.
"Fuck! Missile inbound! Brace for impact!" The pilot said.
Everyone braced as the impact inevitably came. It sounded as if a volcano had erupted within the drop-ship. The back engines were obliterated by the missile and plumes of smoke rose up into the sky.
"Mayday! MAYDAY! WE ARE GOING DOWN! I REPEAT, WE ARE GOING DOWN!"
And with that, the drop-ship slammed full force into the ground, gravity taking its effect. The crew inside the drop-ship were slammed around as the troop compartment detached from the cockpit and began to skid across the dirt floor. Suddenly, it rammed into a large pile of jagged rocks and flipped upside down. The rocks somewhat pierced into the drop-ship.
Sergeant Hayek was the first to arise. He slowly walked up to the back ramp and kicked at it until it popped off. He then walked out. This proved to be a very unwise decision. Weapons fire pinged off the metal surface of the drop-ship. The sergeant ran for cover, firing his assault rifle. The others came through and began firing their weapons, attempting to pin down the assaulting Strogg. The Flier had disappeared, obviously heading back to base.
Several explosions sounded as grenades and mortars went off. The area around the drop-ship had become a warzone. The Strogg soldiers were swarming the area. Nightengail was down to his mere pistol, firing off rounds into the oncoming Strogg as quick as he could pull the trigger. The situation was desperate. They traded one hell for another. The lieutenant glanced around, assessing the situation of his unit. Everyone that had not been killed was present and accounted for... except for Corporal Dunn. The lieutenant searched frantically for the young corporal and finally uncovered his location. He was still in the drop-ship, laying on the metallic floor in a daze. His vision was spinning, almost as if he was seeing stars.
The lieutenant rushed over, hopping over Marines and avoiding weapons fire as best he could. He crouched down in the drop-ship and grabbed the young Marine and began to tug at him to arise.
"Get up, Devil Dog! You're not out of the fight yet! Get - UP!" The lieutenant exclaimed.
Four bullets impacted the lieutenant's back and burst out of his chest, spraying blood everywhere, including on the corporal's face. His corpse fell forward, lifeless. Corporal Dunn, knocked out of his daze arose. To his dismay, his shotgun had been bent beyond possible use. However, his assault rifle still functioned. He arose from his position and ran to cover, ducking down behind some rocks and blindfiring at the oncoming hordes of Strogg.
Sergeant Hayek used his expertise in sniping to his advantage. Taking his time, he fired single shot rounds into the heads' of the Strogg. They fell like flies. But then, more flies came. They would need to move quickly. Their objectives had changed from reaching the factory to surviving. They needed to regroup with friendly forces and quickly.
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The situation was deteroriating fast. Corporal Dunn had fallen back with the rest of his squad. Private Heimrich had crouched down behind some crates and was firing his assault rifle. Suddenly, a Strogg soldier hopped on top of the crate beside him. He turned in time to see the devilish grin of the Strogg as it aimed its weapon at him. It fired and four slugs from a shotgun impact his head, imploding it instantly. Lieutenant Rico dispatched the Strogg.
Suddenly, the hangar doors opened and in ascended the drop-ship. It spun around quickly and its ramp lowered down, touching the metallic floor. However, the drop-ship did not land. Two Marines ran out of the drop-ship and began firing into the mass horde of Strogg. One motioned for the Marines to climb aboard. They happily abliged. They climb aboard and the two Marines descended into the drop-ship. The ramp arose and the only method of keeping the Strogg at bay was the heat emitted from the engines. The VTOL aspect keep it hovering in the air.
The drop-ship descended through the hangar doors and watched them close. The drop-ship then flew off into the depths of space, heading for a large concentration of drop-ships that were descending down upon Draconis.
"Did someone call for pick-up?" Chief Warrant Officer Crowe inquired, the humor depicted from his voice easily.
The lieutenant smiled, though it was concealed by the mask of his helmet.
"Didn't know you made house calls, Chief. We heading down to Draconis?" The lieutenant inquired.
"Affirmative. Sending you mission objectives now." The Chief said.
The drop-ship began to shake violently as it entered the planet's atmosphere. Atmospheric entry was always a bumpy ride. The objectives scrolled over onto the lieutenant's HUD and he nodded more to himself than anyone else. They needed to infiltrate a Strogg factory. Perfect.
The lieutenant arose from his seat and observed the weary faces of those of his men that did not wear their helmets. He knew they would feel better once they were actually on the ground. It was just the way things were. He cleared his throat and spoke.
"Alright men, look alive. Our next objective as been forwarded to me. We are to infiltrate a factory east of the capital of Draconis, Andromeda. It is constructing Strogg Flier aircraft as we speak. A Force Recon unit had infiltrated and has yet to be heard from. Though this is a secondary objective, I would rather we get our boys back home. Their status is currently unknown."
"Dunny, we're going to be using your demolitions charges to blow the two hangars in the factory. Then the rest can be taken care of from the Normandy, which will be orbiting the planet from here on out. Hayek, hang in there buddy. You got some more Strogg to kill. I would also like to introduce two new men. Private First Class Leon "Iceman" Lee Private First Class Dirk Pitt. These two men will be a part of our platoon from now on. Lee, you and Pitt will be in First Squad. Actually, since there is a shortage of a man on Meyen's squad, Pitt, you'll be in Second Squad. Enjoy your stay in the Hell Hounds ladies. And remember, if all goes well, we're going to Hell!" The lieutenant said, receiving uplifted cheers from his men.
Suddenly, the sound of weapons fire impacting the hull could be heard. A few fifty caliber rounds penetrated the hull and blasted into the unsuspecting PFC Parker. Two large holes were seen in his chest and neck. Blood poured down onto the floor.
"Strogg Flier! On our tails! Flyboys, we need your assistance now!" The pilot exclaimed.
The drop-ship began flying through the dark sky wildly, attempting to lose the Strogg aircraft that pursued it. This was definitely a mistake, as it made the pilot of the Flier more desperate. It fired a homing missile at the drop-ship.
"Fuck! Missile inbound! Brace for impact!" The pilot said.
Everyone braced as the impact inevitably came. It sounded as if a volcano had erupted within the drop-ship. The back engines were obliterated by the missile and plumes of smoke rose up into the sky.
"Mayday! MAYDAY! WE ARE GOING DOWN! I REPEAT, WE ARE GOING DOWN!"
And with that, the drop-ship slammed full force into the ground, gravity taking its effect. The crew inside the drop-ship were slammed around as the troop compartment detached from the cockpit and began to skid across the dirt floor. Suddenly, it rammed into a large pile of jagged rocks and flipped upside down. The rocks somewhat pierced into the drop-ship.
Sergeant Hayek was the first to arise. He slowly walked up to the back ramp and kicked at it until it popped off. He then walked out. This proved to be a very unwise decision. Weapons fire pinged off the metal surface of the drop-ship. The sergeant ran for cover, firing his assault rifle. The others came through and began firing their weapons, attempting to pin down the assaulting Strogg. The Flier had disappeared, obviously heading back to base.
Several explosions sounded as grenades and mortars went off. The area around the drop-ship had become a warzone. The Strogg soldiers were swarming the area. Nightengail was down to his mere pistol, firing off rounds into the oncoming Strogg as quick as he could pull the trigger. The situation was desperate. They traded one hell for another. The lieutenant glanced around, assessing the situation of his unit. Everyone that had not been killed was present and accounted for... except for Corporal Dunn. The lieutenant searched frantically for the young corporal and finally uncovered his location. He was still in the drop-ship, laying on the metallic floor in a daze. His vision was spinning, almost as if he was seeing stars.
The lieutenant rushed over, hopping over Marines and avoiding weapons fire as best he could. He crouched down in the drop-ship and grabbed the young Marine and began to tug at him to arise.
"Get up, Devil Dog! You're not out of the fight yet! Get - UP!" The lieutenant exclaimed.
Four bullets impacted the lieutenant's back and burst out of his chest, spraying blood everywhere, including on the corporal's face. His corpse fell forward, lifeless. Corporal Dunn, knocked out of his daze arose. To his dismay, his shotgun had been bent beyond possible use. However, his assault rifle still functioned. He arose from his position and ran to cover, ducking down behind some rocks and blindfiring at the oncoming hordes of Strogg.
Sergeant Hayek used his expertise in sniping to his advantage. Taking his time, he fired single shot rounds into the heads' of the Strogg. They fell like flies. But then, more flies came. They would need to move quickly. Their objectives had changed from reaching the factory to surviving. They needed to regroup with friendly forces and quickly.
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