Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on May 20, 2010 12:56:38 GMT -5
Private Anthony Tucker sat motionless inside a rebel trench. He was scared, petrified. Another blast of artillery hit not to far from him and the small remains of a mid-sized rock poured all over his Orbital Drop Shock Trooper armour, which was jet black with hints of cyan here and there. Still, he sat motionless, staring off into space, Assault Rifle in hand.
Another figure fired down into the lower trenches, killing a few UNSC marines. He ran over, crouched in front of Tucker. This person was also clad in ODST armour. Although, his was matte black with two red stripes going through the middle. He took off his helmet, it was none other than Mitchell Edwin Johnson. A former Orbital drop Shock Trooper of the United Nations Space Command Defence Force.
Mitch took off Tucker's helmet, too. "Oi, oi, Tucker! You in there, buddy?" he asked, quite casually.
Tucker shook his head yes, still motionless, his eyes now trained on his superior.
Mitch grinned. "Heh, well alright, buddy! Come on, we gotta go get that LZ clear so we can win this thing."
Tucker shook his head. "I'm scared, Sarge! I don't wanna die!"
Mitch smirked and shook his head. Looking back up at Tucker, he put his hands on his shoulders. "Tucker, Tucker! Come on, man! We aren't gonna die!" they stared at each other for a few seconds. "Wanna know why?" Mitch asked.
Tucker gave Mitch a confused look. "Why?"
Mitch smiled and pressed his hands against Tucker's cheeks. "Because we're too sexy to die!"
Tucker gave him an even more confused look.
"Hahah! That's right! God's not ready for two handsome men, such as ourselves! That's why we gotta keep fightin'!" he gently slapped Tucker's cheeks, "Now come on, kid," he put his helmet on, "You have too much left to live for to die now." and held out his hand for Tucker.
The young ODST looked around. Sighing slowely and loudly, he put his helmet back on and took Mitch's hand. "Lead the way, Sarge."
"Thatta boy." he pressed his hand against the side of his helmet. "Carmine, Chelle, Jake! Come to my position!"
A few minutes later, three soldiers joined them and crouched down to make a plan. "Alright, Carmine." he pointed to to the ODST clad in the sniper variant of the mentioned armour, except he had a rucksack. his armour was matte black with blue lining. "I want you falling in behind us with Tucker."
"Aye, Sarge." Carmine responded.
Mitch nodded and looked at the Hellbringer marine with a grenade launcher on his back. "Jake, you and I are gonna be in front, got it?"
"Qui, qui, mon amis!" he laughed with a quick salute.
"Alright, now, Chelle," he looked at the ODST clad in the communications and CQC variant of the said armour, it was coloured violet with black detail, "You just stand there and be morale support." he said, pointing at Chelle's breasts.
She laughed and lighlty punched Mitch in the shoulder.
"Heheh, alright, alright. You follow close behinde and cover my back with your shotty."
She nodded. "Got it, B.B." and she cocked her shotgun.
"They got artillery!" yelled Carmine.
Mitch looked up and his eyes widenned. "Oh shit! Everyone down!"
And thus, all in sync, the five did so. Artillery shells hit their position just above and below them.
Carmine looked out at the landscape, only to have a sniper bullet whiz by his head. "Hello~!" he crouched back down and shoved Mitch lightly. "I saw snipers and rocket-men. Permission to kick their asses?"
Mitch grinned. "Granted."
Carmine gave a thumbs up and shoved a new clip into his sniper rifle.
The rest of the crew continued on their way.
He looked up and checked out his competition: four marines. One carrying a sniper rifle, two with rocket launchers, and one with a grenade launcher. Carmine shot the marine wielding the grenade launcher square in the head. "THAT'S ONE!"
A second later he shot the marine sniper through the scope of his own rifle. "THAT'S TWO!"
The two Marines wielding rocket launchers both fired at Carmine. He quickly responed by shooting one of the rocket-men in the head "THAT'S THREE!"
And as he flew back under cover, he blind-fired, emptying the clip. Carmine peered his head over to see the damage. All four were dead. Wait- all four? Carmine laughed. His blind-fire shot had killed the final soldier. "HAHAH! THAT'S FOUR! FOUR MOTHER f**kERS! HAHAH!"
Sarge, it's Carmine! You hear me?"[/b]
Mitch tapped the side of his helmet. "All the way from here, kid! Nice job! Wait five minutes and come to us!" he ordered.
"Aye, aye, sir. Holding."[/b] Carmine responded.
Mitch nodded and gestured for the rest to follow.
A couple minutes into their travel, Mitch siddled against the wall before entering a room.
Jake stopped. "Something wrong, mon amis?"
Mitch gestures his hand, telling them to be silent. "One sec..." he entered his visor, getting a map of the area they were in. He noticed six targets in the other room. He looked at Jake. "Six of 'em."
Jake tilted his head and raised his flamethrower. "hm?"
Mitch nodded and smiled. "Cry baby cry!?"
Jake wheeled around and ignited his flamethrower. "Make your momma sigh! HAHAH!"
The veteran ODST tapped Chelle on the shoulder. "Come on." he turned to Jake. "Wait for Carmine! Then come to us!"
Mitch, Tucker and Chelle crouched under cover. They were now behind an enemy anti-air turret. The marine was busy attempting to gun down their friendlies.
With a simple gesture, Mitch ordered Chelle to kill him.
Chelle hopped up, sprinted toward the gunner, and shot him, point blank in the back with her shotgun. Afterwards, she took his remains out of the seat.
Climbing out of cover, Mitch and Tucker joined Chelle. "I'm a medic, Mitch. Not a killer."
"Well you're sure as hell good at killing." he said, patting her on the shoulder. "go and meet up with Jake and Carmine. Tucker'll stay with me.
"Yessir." Chelle responded, then running back where the crew had come from.
"Alright, cover my back, Tucker." Mitch said, climbing into the seat of the massive gun. He tapped on his helmet a couple times. "Hey, Alicia, you in there?" he asked to an unseen person.
"I'm here. What's wrong?" a disembodied voice asked.
"You've been silent since the start of this fight, I figured somethin's up?"
"No, no, I'm operational. What do you need?"
Mitch answered by taking the data crystal chip out of his helmet and inserting it into the gun's controls. "I need you to vise-versa this gun for me. Make it for rebels, not the UNSC."
There was a slight pause. "Done."
Mitch primed the triggers and began opening up on any UNSC controlled vehicle or aircraft. Five minutes of firing had finnally emptied the gun's ammo supply. Mitch put Alicia's data crystal chip back into his helmet and jumped out.
Tucker walked toward Mitch. "Skies are clear?"
Mitch grinned. "As they'll ever be! Hahah!" he celebrated.
Unfortunatly, this was short-lived. Two UNSC controlled Vultures spotted them and began firing on them. Tucker got hit in the arm, blowing it clear off. Mitch pulled Tucker down behind cover as the rest of his squad, Jake, Carmine and Chelle rejoined him.
Chelle immeadiatly tended to Tucker. "He's done, Mitch. I'm sorry."
Mitch shook his head. "Grabs his tags and helmet."
Carmine sat beside Mitch. "The hell do we do about those Vultures? Fly boys should e here by now!"
Jake tossed a spartan laser to Mitch. "Let us not wait for them, eh?"
Mitch nodded and began to charge the laser without aiming. "One..."
Jake hesitated, "Uhh... Mitch...?"
"Two..."
Chelle began to back up abit. "MITCH!"
Mitch almost instantly sprung up and aimed the laser weapon at a Vulture. "THREE!" the weapon fired, and penetrated straight through one of the gunship's cockpit. It exploded, damaging it's fellow aircraft.
Mitch sat back down and exhaled with relief, only to hear the bad news,
"Uhh, Mitch?" Chelle said, her voice shaking.
"Yea?"
"Flyboys aren't commin'. Says it's too hot."
Mitch rubbed his head. "But what we just did!"
Chelle frowned under her helmet. "I know! But..."
"But wha-?"
They were cut off by Carmine. "INCOMMING DEBRIS!"
Mitch sat straight up and he was violently awaken in a cold sweat by his past memory. That battle had been roughly four years ago. Even now, it still haunted him. The Red Daisho Insurrectionists' most crushing defeat.
He looked beside him to the woman sleeping soundly next to him. Catherine, the woman he met along with her then six-year-old daughter, Meyrinn, the day Earth fell. Her and Catherine were his only family now.
((OoC: Anyone who abandoned the UNSC completely, and is now a rebel, post here, would you kindly?))
Another figure fired down into the lower trenches, killing a few UNSC marines. He ran over, crouched in front of Tucker. This person was also clad in ODST armour. Although, his was matte black with two red stripes going through the middle. He took off his helmet, it was none other than Mitchell Edwin Johnson. A former Orbital drop Shock Trooper of the United Nations Space Command Defence Force.
Mitch took off Tucker's helmet, too. "Oi, oi, Tucker! You in there, buddy?" he asked, quite casually.
Tucker shook his head yes, still motionless, his eyes now trained on his superior.
Mitch grinned. "Heh, well alright, buddy! Come on, we gotta go get that LZ clear so we can win this thing."
Tucker shook his head. "I'm scared, Sarge! I don't wanna die!"
Mitch smirked and shook his head. Looking back up at Tucker, he put his hands on his shoulders. "Tucker, Tucker! Come on, man! We aren't gonna die!" they stared at each other for a few seconds. "Wanna know why?" Mitch asked.
Tucker gave Mitch a confused look. "Why?"
Mitch smiled and pressed his hands against Tucker's cheeks. "Because we're too sexy to die!"
Tucker gave him an even more confused look.
"Hahah! That's right! God's not ready for two handsome men, such as ourselves! That's why we gotta keep fightin'!" he gently slapped Tucker's cheeks, "Now come on, kid," he put his helmet on, "You have too much left to live for to die now." and held out his hand for Tucker.
The young ODST looked around. Sighing slowely and loudly, he put his helmet back on and took Mitch's hand. "Lead the way, Sarge."
"Thatta boy." he pressed his hand against the side of his helmet. "Carmine, Chelle, Jake! Come to my position!"
A few minutes later, three soldiers joined them and crouched down to make a plan. "Alright, Carmine." he pointed to to the ODST clad in the sniper variant of the mentioned armour, except he had a rucksack. his armour was matte black with blue lining. "I want you falling in behind us with Tucker."
"Aye, Sarge." Carmine responded.
Mitch nodded and looked at the Hellbringer marine with a grenade launcher on his back. "Jake, you and I are gonna be in front, got it?"
"Qui, qui, mon amis!" he laughed with a quick salute.
"Alright, now, Chelle," he looked at the ODST clad in the communications and CQC variant of the said armour, it was coloured violet with black detail, "You just stand there and be morale support." he said, pointing at Chelle's breasts.
She laughed and lighlty punched Mitch in the shoulder.
"Heheh, alright, alright. You follow close behinde and cover my back with your shotty."
She nodded. "Got it, B.B." and she cocked her shotgun.
* * * * * * *
"They got artillery!" yelled Carmine.
Mitch looked up and his eyes widenned. "Oh shit! Everyone down!"
And thus, all in sync, the five did so. Artillery shells hit their position just above and below them.
Carmine looked out at the landscape, only to have a sniper bullet whiz by his head. "Hello~!" he crouched back down and shoved Mitch lightly. "I saw snipers and rocket-men. Permission to kick their asses?"
Mitch grinned. "Granted."
Carmine gave a thumbs up and shoved a new clip into his sniper rifle.
The rest of the crew continued on their way.
He looked up and checked out his competition: four marines. One carrying a sniper rifle, two with rocket launchers, and one with a grenade launcher. Carmine shot the marine wielding the grenade launcher square in the head. "THAT'S ONE!"
A second later he shot the marine sniper through the scope of his own rifle. "THAT'S TWO!"
The two Marines wielding rocket launchers both fired at Carmine. He quickly responed by shooting one of the rocket-men in the head "THAT'S THREE!"
And as he flew back under cover, he blind-fired, emptying the clip. Carmine peered his head over to see the damage. All four were dead. Wait- all four? Carmine laughed. His blind-fire shot had killed the final soldier. "HAHAH! THAT'S FOUR! FOUR MOTHER f**kERS! HAHAH!"
Sarge, it's Carmine! You hear me?"[/b]
Mitch tapped the side of his helmet. "All the way from here, kid! Nice job! Wait five minutes and come to us!" he ordered.
"Aye, aye, sir. Holding."[/b] Carmine responded.
Mitch nodded and gestured for the rest to follow.
A couple minutes into their travel, Mitch siddled against the wall before entering a room.
Jake stopped. "Something wrong, mon amis?"
Mitch gestures his hand, telling them to be silent. "One sec..." he entered his visor, getting a map of the area they were in. He noticed six targets in the other room. He looked at Jake. "Six of 'em."
Jake tilted his head and raised his flamethrower. "hm?"
Mitch nodded and smiled. "Cry baby cry!?"
Jake wheeled around and ignited his flamethrower. "Make your momma sigh! HAHAH!"
The veteran ODST tapped Chelle on the shoulder. "Come on." he turned to Jake. "Wait for Carmine! Then come to us!"
* * * * * * *
Mitch, Tucker and Chelle crouched under cover. They were now behind an enemy anti-air turret. The marine was busy attempting to gun down their friendlies.
With a simple gesture, Mitch ordered Chelle to kill him.
Chelle hopped up, sprinted toward the gunner, and shot him, point blank in the back with her shotgun. Afterwards, she took his remains out of the seat.
Climbing out of cover, Mitch and Tucker joined Chelle. "I'm a medic, Mitch. Not a killer."
"Well you're sure as hell good at killing." he said, patting her on the shoulder. "go and meet up with Jake and Carmine. Tucker'll stay with me.
"Yessir." Chelle responded, then running back where the crew had come from.
"Alright, cover my back, Tucker." Mitch said, climbing into the seat of the massive gun. He tapped on his helmet a couple times. "Hey, Alicia, you in there?" he asked to an unseen person.
"I'm here. What's wrong?" a disembodied voice asked.
"You've been silent since the start of this fight, I figured somethin's up?"
"No, no, I'm operational. What do you need?"
Mitch answered by taking the data crystal chip out of his helmet and inserting it into the gun's controls. "I need you to vise-versa this gun for me. Make it for rebels, not the UNSC."
There was a slight pause. "Done."
Mitch primed the triggers and began opening up on any UNSC controlled vehicle or aircraft. Five minutes of firing had finnally emptied the gun's ammo supply. Mitch put Alicia's data crystal chip back into his helmet and jumped out.
Tucker walked toward Mitch. "Skies are clear?"
Mitch grinned. "As they'll ever be! Hahah!" he celebrated.
Unfortunatly, this was short-lived. Two UNSC controlled Vultures spotted them and began firing on them. Tucker got hit in the arm, blowing it clear off. Mitch pulled Tucker down behind cover as the rest of his squad, Jake, Carmine and Chelle rejoined him.
Chelle immeadiatly tended to Tucker. "He's done, Mitch. I'm sorry."
Mitch shook his head. "Grabs his tags and helmet."
Carmine sat beside Mitch. "The hell do we do about those Vultures? Fly boys should e here by now!"
Jake tossed a spartan laser to Mitch. "Let us not wait for them, eh?"
Mitch nodded and began to charge the laser without aiming. "One..."
Jake hesitated, "Uhh... Mitch...?"
"Two..."
Chelle began to back up abit. "MITCH!"
Mitch almost instantly sprung up and aimed the laser weapon at a Vulture. "THREE!" the weapon fired, and penetrated straight through one of the gunship's cockpit. It exploded, damaging it's fellow aircraft.
Mitch sat back down and exhaled with relief, only to hear the bad news,
"Uhh, Mitch?" Chelle said, her voice shaking.
"Yea?"
"Flyboys aren't commin'. Says it's too hot."
Mitch rubbed his head. "But what we just did!"
Chelle frowned under her helmet. "I know! But..."
"But wha-?"
They were cut off by Carmine. "INCOMMING DEBRIS!"
* * * * * * *
Mitch sat straight up and he was violently awaken in a cold sweat by his past memory. That battle had been roughly four years ago. Even now, it still haunted him. The Red Daisho Insurrectionists' most crushing defeat.
He looked beside him to the woman sleeping soundly next to him. Catherine, the woman he met along with her then six-year-old daughter, Meyrinn, the day Earth fell. Her and Catherine were his only family now.
((OoC: Anyone who abandoned the UNSC completely, and is now a rebel, post here, would you kindly?))