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Another Glorious Day in the Corps
Chapter 1.
"Corporal, wake up sir!" yelled one of the marines in the lifeboat. Corporal McPherson slowly stirred awake from his state of blackness and tried to focus his eyes. As his eyes opened he looked around and saw a young marine hovering over him looking worried. Upon closer inspection he saw it was Pvt. Maddux, an over zealous young lad who had a lot of potential. As soon as the Corporal opened his eyes completely and looked alive Maddux practically jumped for joy in elation.
"Sir, thank god your alive! We thought you bought it sir." Maddux said in his Aussie accent.
"Easy son, I'm ok." Not really, his chest was aching terribly and he didn't know why. He tried to get up but then realized he was still strapped into his seat. Apparently the straps had really held onto him, giving him a criss-cross bruise under them.
"Well don't just stand there help me out of this thing!" he ordered in an annoyed tone of voice. Still clinching his teeth to the pain.
"Yes sir!" replied the marine.
After being released from his restraints McPherson stood up and picked up his Assault Rifle and adjusted his helmet. He felt very dizzy and stood in place for a moment to get his bearings. Still holding his chest he slowly walked out of the lifeboat, careful where he placed his feet since he was still a little dizzy. Upon exiting the back he saw the rest of his squad. They were an interesting bunch, six gung-ho marines, a medic and a pilot. Well they weren't all his troops. Some bought it on the Autumn and some were from other squads. He was in charge since their Sergeant didn't make it, so he thought he better get things going before the Covenant came looking for them.
He began to look around the area before him. Equipment and supplies were everywhere, and luckily they all survived the re-entry landing. They had crash landed near a small stream, and from the looks of things they could go only two ways, north or south because of cliffs that boxed them in the small area. Apparently they were stuck in a very narrow valley. He couldn't help but marvel at the land he saw before him. It seemed all too unreal, lush green grass, tall powerful looking trees, crystal clear water, and an awe-inspiring skyline view. All, which looked like it was never touched by anyone or anything, an undisturbed paradise.
His attention was then taken to the ring itself by Pvt. Mendoza's comment, "Man, you see this, this is loco man."
The look of the land was even more breathtaking from a distance. It wasn't straight; it was curved into a ring that followed continuously around. If you looked straight up you could see where day ended and night began, "Wow." Was the only response heard in a low whisper from the group as they all gazed at the ring.
McPherson snapped out of his gaze and quickly began organizing his troops.
"Alright people, look sharp. We don't know where those Covenant bastards may pop out of next but we have to be prepared for anything." He ordered loudly to the group of marines.
"Yes sir." Was the unanimous response. Just as they were about to move out more lifeboats were spotted directly overhead on re-entry.
"Hey look more lifeboats, maybe there's hope for us yet." A marine by the name of Rodriguez blurted out.
"Hey, maybe the Master Chief is in one of 'em." said Pvt. O' Conner.
McPherson shot back, "Don't count on it marine, the Chief probably bought it on the Autumn." The group of marines could tell he became slightly pissed off.
"We don't need any cyborg, (he said with a sarcastic tone), "to kick Covenant ass or save our own! Were marines so act like it damnit!" McPherson was considerably PO'd at this point. He couldn't believe that his people thought they needed some freak of science to fight the Covenant. He had to admit that he never liked any of the SPARTAN's for a long time. Ever since he met one by the name of Master Chief Stevens.
It was about two years ago on a former UEG colony, (Centennia), when the SPARTAN-II's were first being field tested. He had worked with one prior and he truly thought they were great soldiers; he had looked forwarded to working with another. However his attitude would change greatly once working with him. Stevens should never have been a SPARTAN. He was reckless, dangerous, and a serious threat to his own people. There was one mission he remembers very well. His squad was to assist the Chief in capturing a hill north of their forward outpost. All had gone well, until the Covenant appeared. They had setup a trap for McPherson and his squad; they knew they were coming. As the point marine made his way around a rocky area he was immediately shot by some Grunts a pair of Jackals, and an Elite. As the marine fell under the hail of fire a plasma grenade was thrown in our direct path. It went off sending McPherson and two others flying in all directions, giving them minor and serious injuries. Well it was the Chief Stevens job to successfully lead us…he failed miserably. Knowing full well his MJOLNIR armor would protect him from anything the Covenant threw at him he ordered three marines to follow him. He charged into the fire with the marines right next to him. Of course he wasn't at all injured by the Grunts or Elite, three good marines lost their lives following a complete fool in a suit. To follow that up, he charged on ahead, yelling at the marines to follow him. Completely unaware that they were scattered about and half injured. McPherson struggled to get up and he painfully followed as he saw the Chief unload ammo at any Covenant in sight. He had allowed the pair of Jackals to sneak around us from behind and pin the remaining four marines, in the rear of the column, to the ground. Only after considerable time was McPherson and his fellow marines able to dispatch them. But, worst of all Stevens pulled out a sniper rifle and used that instead of his AR. The result, two of the shots fired after killing a couple of Grunts continued on through and took the lives of two more marines. The mission was a complete disaster, McPherson and three other marines were the only others left alive besides Stevens.
Afterwards back at the outpost it seemed Stevens could care less about what had happened to them and he continued on his way. Stevens did that to three other squads, before he finally got too reckless and got himself killed. He became too cocky and walked right into a group of Elites and after barely surviving that he walked directly into a Hunter who hit him with his shield that flung him into the air. He landed some twenty feet away only to get up and be beat to death by the Hunter. Ever since then he didn't like SPARTAN's and he was happy that his enlistment term was ending in a few days. He had seen to much and had to deal with a lot of shit that he would rather forget. Even though he had been promoted and given an assignment to a new squad as the only veteran, (which technically made him CO), he wanted out. He was on his way back to Earth and was being transferred off of the Autumn when Reach was attacked. Now he's stuck on this fucked up world, with a bunch of green-horn marines and another SPARTAN, his day couldn't have gotten worse.
Snapping out of his refection he came back to reality. "Alright people salvage any and all supplies and let's head out, we need to find any other survivors."
"Yes sir." Was the automatic response as they moved around the crash site and picked up anything of use.
"Mendoza, put your damn helmet back on. That fucking bandana isn't going to save your ass from no shit!" McPherson said with a tone of annoyance.
"Yes sir." Mendoza replied, reluctantly pulling his helmet back over his head.
McPherson noticed one of the marines, not one of his boys but one from another squad and a sniper at that, kneel down behind some rocks and begin to clean his rifle.
So McPherson went over to him. "Is there any reason why you feel you should be exempt from doing any work marine?" McPherson said in an inquiring tone.
The marine slowly looked up and replied, "With all do respect sir, but I'd rather sit here and keep a look out in case we get company. If I were you I'd have me looking out for us. Plus I got the only scope so I'm the best candidate for the job." Slightly taken aback by the marines comment he asked him blankly, "What's your name marine?"
"Private First Class Richard A. Jackson, sir. But everyone calls me 'Tex'."
McPherson finally hearing his slight accent asks, "And why's that?"
"Cause I'm from Texas sir." He replies with a small grin over his face.
"Uh-huh." Was McPherson's only response, but he continued, "Well then …'Tex', you sound awfully sure of yourself. Anything I should know about?"
Jackson replied, "Well sir I'm no green-horn like these yahoos", he says pointing to the others, "I've paid my due's."
Realizing he may not be the only combat vet he asks, "Where did you see action marine?"
"I was at Amerson when we retook the outpost, part of the defenders at Riga on New Athens, and I was part of the task group assigned to retake the Ridgeline Colony. I'm probably the best sniper you'll ever meet, sir." Jackson flatly replied.
McPherson now smiling at the fact of not being the only one with combat experience replied, "Well welcome to the party 'Tex', cause were gonna have us some fun." Tapping his AR for effect.
"Sir, we've scavenged everything we could and we're ready to move out." yelled Mendoza from behind him and Jackson.
"Alright marines lock and load. Let's go find those lifeboats. Hopefully we can link up with Captain Keyes, if he made it, and get off this rock." He cocked his rifle and ordered, "Alright let's move!"
A/N: well hope you liked it…will try to get Ch 2 done soon…
Another Glorious Day in the Corps
Chapter 1.
"Corporal, wake up sir!" yelled one of the marines in the lifeboat. Corporal McPherson slowly stirred awake from his state of blackness and tried to focus his eyes. As his eyes opened he looked around and saw a young marine hovering over him looking worried. Upon closer inspection he saw it was Pvt. Maddux, an over zealous young lad who had a lot of potential. As soon as the Corporal opened his eyes completely and looked alive Maddux practically jumped for joy in elation.
"Sir, thank god your alive! We thought you bought it sir." Maddux said in his Aussie accent.
"Easy son, I'm ok." Not really, his chest was aching terribly and he didn't know why. He tried to get up but then realized he was still strapped into his seat. Apparently the straps had really held onto him, giving him a criss-cross bruise under them.
"Well don't just stand there help me out of this thing!" he ordered in an annoyed tone of voice. Still clinching his teeth to the pain.
"Yes sir!" replied the marine.
After being released from his restraints McPherson stood up and picked up his Assault Rifle and adjusted his helmet. He felt very dizzy and stood in place for a moment to get his bearings. Still holding his chest he slowly walked out of the lifeboat, careful where he placed his feet since he was still a little dizzy. Upon exiting the back he saw the rest of his squad. They were an interesting bunch, six gung-ho marines, a medic and a pilot. Well they weren't all his troops. Some bought it on the Autumn and some were from other squads. He was in charge since their Sergeant didn't make it, so he thought he better get things going before the Covenant came looking for them.
He began to look around the area before him. Equipment and supplies were everywhere, and luckily they all survived the re-entry landing. They had crash landed near a small stream, and from the looks of things they could go only two ways, north or south because of cliffs that boxed them in the small area. Apparently they were stuck in a very narrow valley. He couldn't help but marvel at the land he saw before him. It seemed all too unreal, lush green grass, tall powerful looking trees, crystal clear water, and an awe-inspiring skyline view. All, which looked like it was never touched by anyone or anything, an undisturbed paradise.
His attention was then taken to the ring itself by Pvt. Mendoza's comment, "Man, you see this, this is loco man."
The look of the land was even more breathtaking from a distance. It wasn't straight; it was curved into a ring that followed continuously around. If you looked straight up you could see where day ended and night began, "Wow." Was the only response heard in a low whisper from the group as they all gazed at the ring.
McPherson snapped out of his gaze and quickly began organizing his troops.
"Alright people, look sharp. We don't know where those Covenant bastards may pop out of next but we have to be prepared for anything." He ordered loudly to the group of marines.
"Yes sir." Was the unanimous response. Just as they were about to move out more lifeboats were spotted directly overhead on re-entry.
"Hey look more lifeboats, maybe there's hope for us yet." A marine by the name of Rodriguez blurted out.
"Hey, maybe the Master Chief is in one of 'em." said Pvt. O' Conner.
McPherson shot back, "Don't count on it marine, the Chief probably bought it on the Autumn." The group of marines could tell he became slightly pissed off.
"We don't need any cyborg, (he said with a sarcastic tone), "to kick Covenant ass or save our own! Were marines so act like it damnit!" McPherson was considerably PO'd at this point. He couldn't believe that his people thought they needed some freak of science to fight the Covenant. He had to admit that he never liked any of the SPARTAN's for a long time. Ever since he met one by the name of Master Chief Stevens.
It was about two years ago on a former UEG colony, (Centennia), when the SPARTAN-II's were first being field tested. He had worked with one prior and he truly thought they were great soldiers; he had looked forwarded to working with another. However his attitude would change greatly once working with him. Stevens should never have been a SPARTAN. He was reckless, dangerous, and a serious threat to his own people. There was one mission he remembers very well. His squad was to assist the Chief in capturing a hill north of their forward outpost. All had gone well, until the Covenant appeared. They had setup a trap for McPherson and his squad; they knew they were coming. As the point marine made his way around a rocky area he was immediately shot by some Grunts a pair of Jackals, and an Elite. As the marine fell under the hail of fire a plasma grenade was thrown in our direct path. It went off sending McPherson and two others flying in all directions, giving them minor and serious injuries. Well it was the Chief Stevens job to successfully lead us…he failed miserably. Knowing full well his MJOLNIR armor would protect him from anything the Covenant threw at him he ordered three marines to follow him. He charged into the fire with the marines right next to him. Of course he wasn't at all injured by the Grunts or Elite, three good marines lost their lives following a complete fool in a suit. To follow that up, he charged on ahead, yelling at the marines to follow him. Completely unaware that they were scattered about and half injured. McPherson struggled to get up and he painfully followed as he saw the Chief unload ammo at any Covenant in sight. He had allowed the pair of Jackals to sneak around us from behind and pin the remaining four marines, in the rear of the column, to the ground. Only after considerable time was McPherson and his fellow marines able to dispatch them. But, worst of all Stevens pulled out a sniper rifle and used that instead of his AR. The result, two of the shots fired after killing a couple of Grunts continued on through and took the lives of two more marines. The mission was a complete disaster, McPherson and three other marines were the only others left alive besides Stevens.
Afterwards back at the outpost it seemed Stevens could care less about what had happened to them and he continued on his way. Stevens did that to three other squads, before he finally got too reckless and got himself killed. He became too cocky and walked right into a group of Elites and after barely surviving that he walked directly into a Hunter who hit him with his shield that flung him into the air. He landed some twenty feet away only to get up and be beat to death by the Hunter. Ever since then he didn't like SPARTAN's and he was happy that his enlistment term was ending in a few days. He had seen to much and had to deal with a lot of shit that he would rather forget. Even though he had been promoted and given an assignment to a new squad as the only veteran, (which technically made him CO), he wanted out. He was on his way back to Earth and was being transferred off of the Autumn when Reach was attacked. Now he's stuck on this fucked up world, with a bunch of green-horn marines and another SPARTAN, his day couldn't have gotten worse.
Snapping out of his refection he came back to reality. "Alright people salvage any and all supplies and let's head out, we need to find any other survivors."
"Yes sir." Was the automatic response as they moved around the crash site and picked up anything of use.
"Mendoza, put your damn helmet back on. That fucking bandana isn't going to save your ass from no shit!" McPherson said with a tone of annoyance.
"Yes sir." Mendoza replied, reluctantly pulling his helmet back over his head.
McPherson noticed one of the marines, not one of his boys but one from another squad and a sniper at that, kneel down behind some rocks and begin to clean his rifle.
So McPherson went over to him. "Is there any reason why you feel you should be exempt from doing any work marine?" McPherson said in an inquiring tone.
The marine slowly looked up and replied, "With all do respect sir, but I'd rather sit here and keep a look out in case we get company. If I were you I'd have me looking out for us. Plus I got the only scope so I'm the best candidate for the job." Slightly taken aback by the marines comment he asked him blankly, "What's your name marine?"
"Private First Class Richard A. Jackson, sir. But everyone calls me 'Tex'."
McPherson finally hearing his slight accent asks, "And why's that?"
"Cause I'm from Texas sir." He replies with a small grin over his face.
"Uh-huh." Was McPherson's only response, but he continued, "Well then …'Tex', you sound awfully sure of yourself. Anything I should know about?"
Jackson replied, "Well sir I'm no green-horn like these yahoos", he says pointing to the others, "I've paid my due's."
Realizing he may not be the only combat vet he asks, "Where did you see action marine?"
"I was at Amerson when we retook the outpost, part of the defenders at Riga on New Athens, and I was part of the task group assigned to retake the Ridgeline Colony. I'm probably the best sniper you'll ever meet, sir." Jackson flatly replied.
McPherson now smiling at the fact of not being the only one with combat experience replied, "Well welcome to the party 'Tex', cause were gonna have us some fun." Tapping his AR for effect.
"Sir, we've scavenged everything we could and we're ready to move out." yelled Mendoza from behind him and Jackson.
"Alright marines lock and load. Let's go find those lifeboats. Hopefully we can link up with Captain Keyes, if he made it, and get off this rock." He cocked his rifle and ordered, "Alright let's move!"
A/N: well hope you liked it…will try to get Ch 2 done soon…