Authors note: this is my first fanfiction, so be kind
Authors note: this is my first fanfiction, so be kind. Please leave tips and what not in your comments. I am not too big on authors notes so don't expect too many of them. Those that I do make I will keep somewhat short.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the weapons, characters, or vehicles in this story unless otherwise mentioned. All respective characters, weapons, and vehicles belong to either Nintendo or Microsoft corp. I do own character captain John Carter but not his affiliation with the UNSC created by Microsoft corp.
Chapter 1- Memories
"Lieutenant, damage report."
"Sir the enemies boarding craft have dropped off fresh reinforcements, we are losing ground fast. They have taken corridor D-8 and the troops in corridor F-7 can't hold out much longer. MAC three is offline, shields are holding at 65."
"Damn it, alright. All personnel, this captain Carter, prepare to abandon ship, lieutenant ready the automatic escape pods."
"Yes sir."
I reach up to my ear and activate my comm. Unit and yell into it, "Lieutenant Keeding."
"Yes captain."
"I want all the wounded on evac pelicans first. Relay to the platoon leaders that I want only two platoons at a time in the hangar for evac, the rest need to hold their positions in the barracks until they receive clearance to proceed to the hangar."
"Yes captain."
"Oh, and Lieutenant."
"Yes captain."
"Do not allow our guests the opportunity to tell about their little excursion aboard this UNSC cruiser."
"Yes captain."
I left the bridge and began running down the corridors to the armory. Once I got there, I grabbed an MA5B assault rifle and put ten magazines in my ammo pouches for it after which I picked up another mag and slammed it into the magazine port on the underside of the rifle and let the bolt go home. I then took a quick glimpse at the ammo counter at the back of the rifle just under the rear iron sights, it read out a crisp 60 rounds. I thought back to my training for a split second and remembered what the master sergeant had told us. He said during his training us with the MA5B that "this rifle is by far the all around best infantry assault rifle ever made. Whenever you load a fresh magazine into this weapon, you have 60 7.62x51mm armor piercing rounds of rock and roll to turn the tide of a firefight in the favor of you and your fellow soldiers." Just then a sergeant ran into the armory to grab more ammo for his squad members. I heard his footsteps and was snapped out of my reverie when he yelled "captain, what are you doing down here. "I turned to him and simply replied "fighting for my men, sergeant." I accompanied him as he ran back down a main corridor and through a service corridor into another corridor leading into hangar bay two. I could hear and feel in the air the steady and at times sporadic rattle of gunfire. We entered into the hangar and I was instantaneously greeted by multiple plasma bolts causing me to instantly drop to the deck as several flew so close over me as to have nearly nicked the small gear pack I had on my back. I army crawled over to behind some steel crates where a few marines were holding their own. Two of them turned and looked at me most likely expecting more marines for support and not their own ship captain. The squad leader yelled to me "sir, you need to get to the evac pelicans, we can hold out here." I quickly took charge of the situation and told the nearby platoon leader to send a detachment down to hangar bay one with their wounded and on the way back pick up more ammunition from the armory. I gave an injured marine beside me my assault rifle and took his shotgun and all the shells he had for it. I then yelled out over the constant racket of gunfire echoing off of the hangar walls "covering fire!" my marines knew exactly what to do, they had drilled it countless times because it is more than firing blindly, it is rather an extremely orchestrated maneuver requiring much skill. Upon hearing the command, four marines stood straight up while firing fully automatic bursts into areas of suspicion which would reveal the enemy's position and the other marines would pick off the enemies dumb enough to stick out their heads. I took the opportunity to charge the enemy lines held in the hangar and fire several very powerful 8 gauge shotgun shells into their ranks depleting the few numbers of troops they had left. I then quickly ducked behind some cover, narrowly avoiding several more plasma bursts. Then my comm. Unit came to life and the voice of lieutenant Keeding could be heard in it with gunfire in the background.
"Sir, covenant are … to over … the bridge. Cant … hold them … much ………."
I fired the rest of the shells in my shotgun at the enemy and turned to run back to my troops. Once I reached them I turned to the platoon leader while reloading my shotgun and yelled "sergeant, we need to fall back to the bridge. The covenant have overrun it and the cruiser's AI is still up there.
Meanwhile on the bridge:
"So you think your race is superior to ours. You think that your futile attempts will thwart the…" everyone on the bridge was extremely shocked both human and covenant alike when the bridge door blew open and a massive blast from a shotgun sent the elite holding lieutenant Keeding flying into the far wall with purple blood and bits of alien coating the surroundings. I was followed by a squad of marines who laid waist to all the remaining covenant forces on the bridge.
I turned to the AI who was now up on the hologram and told him to pilot the ship to the local planets surface after all personnel had evacuated. Then all of the sudden there was a massive explosion that shook the entire ship. I turned to the AI and did not even have to ask what happened, he said "multiple enemy ships, all cruiser and battleship class, closing on our position, working out jump solutions." This was by far any solo ship's nightmare, being face to face with an entire covenant armada. The AI found a jump solution but there were no end coordinates therefore it was a blind jump. The ships engines powered up and all of the sudden we were traveling at the speed of light. Little did we know though that as we were making the jump, a covenant ship got off one last shot to our aft end. We came out of the jump and there was a violent shaking and screeching as the rear half of the ship tore off. Blast and bulkhead doors slammed shut in less than the blink of an eye. We were left drifting in deep space with no communication, lightyears from earth, and only half a ship. I looked at the floor in mental anguish for all the troops I had lost in that rear half of the ship. It did not separate and stay intact as the forward end did, the rear contained the engines, engines that if they lose their instruction they receive from the bridge, self destruct. I had lost more men in one lightspeed jump than in all the times I had led men into raging combat.