Turn 3: Angel Down

[Mr. Death]

Elias looked at the smoldering tank remains and shook his head. God have mercy on their souls. He took careful aim

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"Where are we heading anyways?" He asked through the comm
"We need to get there ASAP sir, I don't need to tell you that! I'm not a walking fucking hospital, if you don't hurry this moving target faster you're gonna have a blood bath on your hands, and I can't save everyone!"

[Cartwright]

"We are heading to the capital city of Andromeda. Not sure where you boys were headed, but if you were headed for that Strogg Factory, you are WAY off course. We are gonna assault the capital and cease it form Squib control. Once finished, you can get a ride to the factory. That'll be third battalion's job. We are second battalion." The commander said informatively.

"Also, now we are scanning the area for more Harvester's. Last thing we need is a machine gun, missile, or a tenticle to hit this convoy from one of those bastards."

[Mr. Death]

"Andromeda huh? Finally some good news. . . Atleast we can set up a base camp there" He shook his head, how had he ever gotten into this? Damn Suicide Suits.

"They better have a good bar and a pack of smokes waiting for me. . ." He said, mostly to himself. He took out his pack of cigarettes and opened the flip top. Three left. He cursed to himself. It wouldn't be enough to make it through the journey to Andromeda, but he'd have to deal. He put one in his mouth and lit it.
"Nightengale is it?" A marine asked
"Yeah, you need something, are you hit?" He replied
The Marine shook his head, "No sir, you are" He pointed to Elias' shoulder.

Elias had completley forgotten about that wound. It was really quite minor. He took the assault rifle barrel and put it on the wound. He grit his teeth and it seared his wound shut.
"I think I'll be okay Private" he winked at him and laughed, then put some cream on his shoulder to stave off infection.

[Cartwright]

"What in the hell are you doin', Marine?! Do you have a death wish?!" A Marine sergeant yelled, hopping on the GEV and snatching the cigarrete from Nightengail's mouth.

The sergeant threw the cigarrete onto the ground to let it sit there and burn out.

"A Strogg sniper could see the light from that and blow your head to pieces, dumbass! If I catch your ass using a cigarrete again, you'll have more than a little wound to worry about!" The sergeant said, then hopped off the GEV and returned to his.

A medic came up and began working on Nighengail, "You complain, I make it hurt more." The medic said, smirking at Nightengail.

[Mr. Death]

Nightengale looked at the medic
"Yeah I know" He laughed
"I'm not a boot, son" He laughed a little more. He had seen very little of other medics in recent months. Probably because they weren't needed. It was rare that a marine survived a run in with a Strogg force.
"Name's Elias, my family calls me Nightengale" He said, letting the medic work

((Family-Medics, especially during the Vietnam war, often became quite attached to their platoons, forming family like bonds with their comrades. Some medics refer to their platoons as family because they feel as if they watch over all the other soldiers in the platoon, keeping them alive and healthy))

[Cartwright]

"Nice to know, man. I'll keep that in mind if I have to patch up another wound of yours, Nightengail." The medic said, smirking.

"The name's Kyle. Kyle Smith. I'm a corporal, been in my platoon for awhile. Nice bunch of Jarhead's, I'll give ya that!" The man said, then finished patching up the wound.

"Well, see ya later!" The medic said, and hopped off the GEV.

[Mr. Death]

Nightengale watched the medic leave. He might just make it through this hellish fuckfest. He wasn't cocky like Stone had been. The kid reminded him of himself when he had first joined. . .Well maybe he was a bit different, but he was willing to save everyone who was hurt. Soon he found out it didn't work like that, and maybe Kyle Smith would find that out too. . .Or maybe he wouldn't make it. . .It was always hard to tell with kids like Smith.

"Nightengale to Hell Hounds" He said over the comm
"Report status"

[Cartwright]

"Everyone is in the green, Nightengail. Everyone is present and accounted for. Minor bruises, but nothing serious. Over." Sergeant Hayek said over the communications.

[Mr. Death]

"Copy that sir, Copy that'" He sighed and reloaded the assault rifle he had taken from the wounded marine beside him.
His head throbbed, he was ready for Andromeda. . .He knew it would be no better, but maybe it would. . .This war was full of surprises.

[Cartwright]

The city of Andromeda was on the horizon. It was centered on top of a large mountain, overlooking the desert plains below. Billows of smoke arose into the now cloudless sky. The moon shining so bright that it illuminated the desert sands with a eerie glow. It almost seemed that these lands were virgin. Untouched by all life. However, this was far from the truth. Strogg had walked these lands and had commited acts that no one could possibly fathom.

The incessant rumbling of the engines of the GEVs and Hover Tanks was almost soothing to those occupants of the convoy. The ride had gone from a hellish trip to a peaceful stroll across the desert plains. The land starting to rise up, and the vehicles rode up the flat paths leading up to the mountain and soon, Andromeda. The sound of weapons fire and explosions breached the serenity of the men had been drawn into. A battle would soon ensue.

The Marines were ready. They began checking their gear and the medics hustled about, attempting to secure all the wounded before the upcoming assault began. Things were about to get hectic fast. What was behind the billowing smoke was all on the Marines' minds. What horrors lie in wait? Time, would soon tell.

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[Mr. Death]

Elias made his way from the GEV to GEV inspecting the wounded. He spotted the lieutenant from earlier and made his way over to him.
"Lieutenant sir," He said, looking around at the convoy
"I request a squad to accompany me to the Andromedan Hospital. We could either use it as a base camp or just take the supplies from the building, but we are in desperate need of medical supplies. The wounded probably won't last through the night without fresh supplies sir"

[Cartwright]

"No go, yet. Too many Strogg. I'm not even sure how much resistance we will get on our way to the city center." The lieutenant said.

[Mr. Death]

Elias shook his head
"We don't have time. . .There's too many critically wounded at this point. Some won't last more than two hours with out fresh supplies sir. If I have to, I'll go myself."

[Cartwright]

"Yo, Schmidt! Get over here! You said you had orders for transfer to the Hell Hounds? This is Nightengail, their medic. He'll take ya to their lieutenant." The lieutenant said.

[Dire Wolf]

Jared walked over to the commander, handed him the transfer orders and stood at attention. "Private Schmidt reporting for duty sir!" He waited to be recognized by the commander

((Tag Cartwright))