Turn 1: Preparation For Jatis I

[Mr. Death]

"Patch me up Doc, I need to get back in the fight" A particularly strong marine said to Elias. Elias nodded patiently. He inserted a metal tube into the wound and orange foam filled the hole up quickly. A bandage went on over that.

"You're good to go soldier" He said, patting his shoulder. The man gave an appreciative nod and then got up and went toward the fight.

A fresh medic was tending to a man missing both legs and an arm. Elias pulled the medic away from him and pushed him toward a man with shrapnel in his jaw.
"This man is dead, help someone who needs it" He said. The man missing his legs and arm was weeping, screaming for help.

"PLEASE HELP ME SIR!!!! MEDIC!! I NEED A FUCKING MEDIC PLEASE!" He sobbed. Elias looked at him for a moment
"I can't help you" Elias said and then walked off casually to tend to another. This man's fingers were missing

"You grabbed a piece of shrapnel, didn't you?" Elias asked the man. The man nodded
"Next time be smarter . .. You only have one hand left after all" He said. The man was about to chuckle until he saw Elias' cybernetic eye.

"You're Mr. Death. . .Aren't you?" The man asked. Elias nodded and finished the job. The man pulled his hand back and stood up
"It's been an honor. . .We're going to need heroes like you down here sir" He saluted
"Don't get killed"

Elias grunted. . .It didn't seem likely

[Cartwright]

"INCOMING!" A voice blared over the sound of intense combat.

Mortar rounds began detonating all around the Marines on the perimeter. A lieutenant in charge commanded all of them to hold their ground, but it would not be long before they would have to fall back to a more defensible position. Hoot made it inside the building and made it to the second floor, propping the bi-pod up and looking through the scope. He saw a Strogg Grunt charging for Sergeant Gravitt, who was preoccupied by a charging Berserker.

He lead his crosshair ahead of the target and held his breath. The moment of truth was here. Would he hit it or miss it? His finger applied pressure to the trigger and Hoot felt the weapon kick back against his shoulders. Many of the moving mechanisms and bi-pod absorbing the brunt of the blow. The weapon roared as it fired and the fifty caliber sniper round slammed into the Grunt's armored chest, disorienting it. It skidded on the ground and slowly arose, giving Hoot enough time to zero in on the monstrosity and put a second round in its back. The beast made one final agonizing roar, than fell to the dirt, lifeless.

Gravitt dispatched the Berserker and then glanced over at Washington, who was holding off several Strogg Soldiers. A mortar round landed next to his fighting hole and Washington was knocked off his feet. He arose and the sergeant then knew the entire situation was FUBAR if they did not fall back.

"Sir, we need to fall back! Hostile mortars are zeroing in on our position!" Gravitt yelled into his radio.

The response was quick and precise, ordering everyone to retreat. As the Marines left their fighting holes and ran, Gravitt cought a final glipse of a mortar landing directly on the electrified fence, creating a gaping hole in the center. The Strogg now had an easier way into the base area. He cursed under his breath and kept moving.

Meanwhile, Mr. Death and his squad brought as many wounded as possible that were moderately or critically wounded to a medical facility and began immediate work on the wounded. The mortars from the perimeter rocked the ground, but for the most part, the medical personnel ignored the minor distraction.

Suddenly, the communicators of every Marine on base crackled to life and the voice of the command operator could be heard.

"All units, be advised, hostile armor is approaching from the north. Repeat, hostile armor on approach to Camp Omega from the north. CAS is being dispatched. E.T.A. six minutes. Over."

Lieutenant Hayek clicked on his communicator and spoke into his wrist microphone.

"Two Charlie, this is Shadow of the Hell Hounds. We don't have six minutes! This base'll be rubble before they get here. Over!"

"Copy that, Shadow. There is no way for them to get to you sooner. Hold out as long as you can. Two Charlie, out."

The lieutenant cursed and then flipped to his platoon frequency. They would need everyone they could get now.

"Platoon, listen up! I want all of First Squad except Mr. Death to form up with second and hold off the Squibs as long as possible. Death, fix up those wounded. Tank, have Hoot stay at his current location. He can provide overwatch and reconnaissance for our forces and snipe priority targets. Shadow, out."

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[Matt]

"You heard the man, hold off these fucking squibs, and do not waste you're ammo! Three round bursts or less! Oorah?" Meyen yelled.

He checked his rifle, it was fine, a bit dirty, but would suffice. Meyen has plenty of ammo left, and was not the one to waste it. From afar, it seemed to Meyen, that clouds of dust and dirt were rolling on the ground toward the base. It was probably the enemy armour the commander was talking about. The Strogg would soon be here, the enemy convoy looked to Meyen as if moving with incredible speed. Very fast for armoured vechiles. Meyen waited anxiously, but was ready for anything, ready to kill.

[Sergeant Gravitt]

"We've got to fucking plug that hole!" Gravitt shouted to a pair of Marines standing nearby him, referring to the hole that had been blown in that electrified perimeter fence. He had fallen back to a position about a hundred yards behind the fence, and was staring down into the hole. They'd need help over here. The Sergeant attempted to activate his radio. Nothing. No click, no chatter, not even static; frustrated, he yanked off his helmet and looked it over, only to find that shrapnel from a mortar had destroyed the communications housing. "Shit...hey, you!" he shouted to one of the Marines nearby. "Find me a goddamn light machine gun! And see if you can get some help over here!"

He didn't even look to see if the man had turned to follow his orders; Gravitt's attention were on the Strogg flooding through the hole and peppering his position with small arms fire. With great care, he rose up and fired burst after burst into the Strogg, the grin on his face growing every time a chest cavity exploded onto the others nearby.

[Mr. Death]

"HELP ME!" A soldier said, shrapnel embedded in his chest, blood flying everywhere everytime he screamed for help.

Elias pinned him down and started digging into the man's chest with his K-Bar, using precision and instinct. The shrapnel was about the size of a man's hand, and it was deep in the chest. There was 15% chance he would live if a medic was working on him. A 45% chance now that Elias was working on him.

"Hey, stop screaming, you're only wearing yourself out" He said calmly as he dug. He didn't have time for an IV of morphine, this man needed help ASAP. Prying the metal out, he tried to patch it up best he could. The gaping hole was too large for the orange foam, so he packed it full of gauss and cream, taped a heap of bandages and cloth to him, and sent him to safety on a stretcher.

A man came to him with his arm torn off, holding it in his other hand.
"Doc, I need my arm back on!" He cried. Elias took the arm and threw it a good distance away from them.
"I don't have time to sew that bitch on, but I can still help you" He said, beginning to seal up the wound with gauss and a little orange foam. A bullet hit him in the left forearm, stinging. The marine he was working on shot the squib for him, it was the least he could do.

"You're good to go, don't get yourself killed" Elias said, ignorning his wound, walking over to a woman who had a gash in her throat.