Author's Note.

God I feel so bored... Here's another chapter.


Disclaimer

WarBound is a nonprofit fan story. Halo, Halo 2, Halo 3, Halo Reach and Halo Wars are products of Bungie and produced by Microsoft. Blood Gulch Chronicles and the Reconstruction, and Season 9 are owned by Roaster Teeth. Any Original Characters are owned by the author and shall not be used without the author's permission.

All Flamers and of the such can kiss Sarge's ass.


Chapter 3 - Charge

The next thing Deanis knew, was that she was grabbed and practically being dragged away. Barely missing Deanis, the jeep drove right into Sarge and into the outer walls of red base.

"I'm Pinned!" Sarge yelled, as the jeep's mounted gun began to fire, getting slowly getting closer to Sarge's head.

"Eliminate RED target," the jeep said.

Deanis's savior turned out to be Simmons. The maroon kiss ass having once already dragged Deanis to her feet when the tank was doing a second assault months earlier. She violently shrugged off Simmons's grip.

"You're gonna kill him!" Grif yelled. Doc was frozen in place in the driver's side, not moving nor trying to stop the mechanical monster.

"What a way to go," Sarge said, as the bullets got closer and closer, "Killed by my own mechanical creations. I'm sure there's a philosophical lesson to be learned from all this."

"Something about the dangers of technology, and the unwavering pride of mankind?" Simmons asked.

"No," Sarge said, "something about hiring better help, that doesn't just stand around watching you die!"

"Don't worry," Deanis said, "We'll find a way to get you out of there."

"You're right!" Donut said, coming up to them, "I got dibs of Sarge's armor."

"That isn't what I meant dipshit!"

"Grif," Sarge said, "if you see Lopez, tell him I forgive him. Tell him, he was like a son to me."

"I thought Simmons was like a son to you?" Grif asked.

"No offense, Simmons. Lopez and I just, understood each other better."

"Understood?" Simmons said, perplexed, "he refused to speak English."

"Yeah, and he ran away the first chance he got," Grif noted.

"And now he's trying to kill you with a remote control jeep," Simmons continued.

"Ahhhh, what a little rascal," Sarge said, as bullets starts to ping off the base and on his armor. Not much time left.

Suddenly, like the flip of a switch, the Warthog stopped firing. The lights began to fade away, and the mounted gun pointed to the ground.

"Signal lost…" was all it said before the jeep became dead once more.

"Wow, that was a close one," Grif said.

"Are you okay Sarge?" Deanis asked.

"Ah, horse puckey, I'm fine," Sarge said, as fine as he could be while still pinned to the base side, "Although I do have to admit, maybe a little bit disappointed."

"Disappointed about what? Not dying?" Deanis asked.

"It's okay sir," Simmons comforted, "I know that you said a lot of things that you didn't mean. People say crazy stuff when they're faced with their own mortality."

"It's not that," Sarge said, "I just felt like I could have taken him."

"Taken who, the machine gun?" Grif asked.

"Oh he was a worthy opponent to be sure," Sarge said,"but right at the end there he was beginning to show signs of weakness. Cracks in the armor, if you will."

"You can't fight a huge ass machine gun," Deanis said.

"Yeah, Sarge," Donut agreed, "I know you're tough and all, but it is kinda hard to beat up hundreds of armor piercing bullets using only your face."

"And yet, he surrendered," Sarge said, seeming to ignore Donut and Deanis.

"Guys, guys, it's okay," Doc finally spoke up,"I've seen this before. Sarge just lived through a very traumatic ordeal. We all have ways of coping with the stress."

"Oh yeah?" Grif said,"How do you deal with it?"

"Oh I have my own system that works pretty well for me," Doc paused before continuing,"...By the way, the driver side of the jeep is gonna need a thorough cleaning."

"Gross…" Deanis mumbled.

"Hey Doc, although I'm sure Sarge enjoys having his spine pulverized in to dust," Simmons said, "Maybe you should go ahead and back up the Warthog."

"Oh, right. Sorry." Doc started up the jeep and looked down at the Warthog's six pedals like they were an alien alphabet. He pushed on one of them, and the Warthog pushed Sarge further into the base.

"Oh, hot buttered lug nuts!"

"Oh, geez, I'm really sorry, I-I just was in the wrong gear, let me just...," Doc pushed down on another one, ramming into Sarge again.

"Yoh, geez, there goes mah last kidney. I was saving that one for a special occasion…"

"Third time's a charm?" Doc asked, hopefully.

"Oh no you fucking don't," Deanis said, "Out of the fucking jeep."

"I'm really sorry guys. I was only trying to help."

"Really," Simmons said. Another failed persuasion check.

"Oh is that all?" Grif said sarcastically, "I for one was totally confused. I thought you were savagely trying to kill our Sergeant by ramming him over and over with a six thousand pound steel death machine. Now that we know that you're just trying to help, by all means, please continue."

"...Really?" Doc asked.

"GET OUT!" Grif, Simmons and Deanis yelled in unison. Doc jumped out of the jeep, Deanis watching him so he didn't try anything. Donut jumped into the driver's side, the seat making a sickening squish that nearly made Deanis nauseous. Donut backed the Warthog, releasing Sarge from the base.

The CO fell down to the ground, unconscious and with possible internal bleeding. Doc slowly made his way to him, but was stopped when Deanis put her M6D to his helmet's temple.

"Oh-ho no you don't," Simmons said, coming up from behind Deanis, "You've already caused enough damage."

"But I'm a medic, I can help him," Doc said, nervously.

"No, Doctors help people," Deanis said, "Medics comfort people while they die."

Doc remained silent.

"Hey Donut," Simmons said, "Could you take care of Sarge for us? Me, Grif and Deanis are going to give the blues back their medic."

"Okee-Doky!" Donut said, giving a salute as he rushed to the fallen Sarge.

"Let's go." Simmons started walking to blue base's direction, Grif looked at Deanis and then followed Simmons. Deanis shoved Doc.

"Move it!"

"Agh! Okay Okay Okay!" She shoved him again when he stumbled, forcing him to keep up with the second-in-command's pace. The rest of the way, Deanis held a gun to Doc's head.

It didn't take too long to get back to blue base. There was something weird going on though… Church was standing with his back to the canyon, and that teal guy was kneeling down to his crotch…

Deanis felt something in the pit of her stomach, even though the front of her mind said that Lopez didn't have a penis... But still…. Grif and Deanis stared while they both heard the yelling.

"Damnit Caboose! In the short time I've known you, you've managed to call my girlfriend a slut, blow me up with a tank, shoot me in the head, and now paralyze me from the waist down! So I hope it's not too much for me to ask, just for once, if you'd shut yer freakin' mouth!"

"Hey blues, we're here to-"Simmons stopped dead, "what the hell are you guys doing?"

The blues started talking amongst themselves, Deanis couldn't hear what they were saying.

"What were you doing down there?" Grif asked.

"Nothing. What're you talking about?" The teal guy said, fidgety and nervous.

"We were just playing a game!" Caboose yelled from the roof, unseen to Deanis.

"What in the hell is going on at this base?" Grif mumbled a question.

"I told you these guys're weird…" Doc strained a whisper, just to have Deanis stomp on his foot, causing Doc to twitch.

"You're weird you fucking pacifier," Deanis whispered angrily back.

"Whaddaya want reds? Get outta here or we'll start shootin' at ya!" Church yelled, not turning around to face them.

"Oh yeah? You care to make that threat to my face?" Grif prodded. Deanis watched as Church twisted and turned, trying to face them, but couldn't. Was there something wrong? Why isn't he moving his legs?

"Uhgh... no," Church said, defeated.

"Yeah I didn't think so," Grif said and then muttered,"Punk."

"Whoa whoa whoa, calm down guys," Simmons said, "We didn't come here to fight. We just came to give back the prisoner."

"Give him back?" The teal guy said, moving in front of Church, "You can't give him back, you took him, a deal's a deal."

"Yeah, well forget it," Grif said, "We don't want him."

"Well, sorry, you can't have another prisoner. That was our last one," Church said, turning his helmet but still not moving his entire body.

"Hey dude, what is your problem?" Grif said.

"Didn't your mama ever tell you it's impolite not to look at someone when you're talking to them?" Simmons said.

"He's shy!" Caboose's voice said from the base roof.

"Shut up," Church said to the unseen Caboose, and then turned his head back, "Look, we don't want him back, and we don't care what you do with him. Now if you don't mind, we'd appreciate if you'd leave us alone. We're in the middle of something, kinda private over here."

"That's sad," Grif said. Deanis half expected him to make a sex joke, "He is shy."

"Fine, but don't come asking for him back later," Simmons said, as Grif began and Deanis started walking to Red base. Simmons followed shortly after.

"We won't!" yelled that teal guy from the base top again. Just as they were up on a small hill top, Grif stopped and turned around.

"Last chance," He said.

"Beat it Reds!" Church yelled back.

"Alright, we're goin', we're goin'," he mumbled back as he turned back around. Doc started heading back to red base, when Deanis spotted him. With a quick dash, Deanis skidded in front of him with her pistol drawn and aimed.

"Just where do you think you're going?" Deanis asked, sarcastically.

"Umm, back to base with you guys. They don't want me over there," Doc replied, thumbing back over to blue base.

"Nah, don't think so," Deanis said, still aiming the gun. Simmons and Grif came up from behind Doc.

"What?" Doc said, looking at all three of them, "You're not just gonna leave me out here in the middle of nowhere... By myself?"

"That's kinda the general idea," Simmons said, putting his hands on his hips and leaning to look into Doc's visor at a successful attempt of being menacing.

"Not you too, right Grif?" Doc turned to Grif in desperation, "Old buddy? Huh?"

"Sorry, it's pretty clear that you're not very popular around here, and if I'm gonna make any progress at all, I can't be directly associated with you," Grif said, repeating what Doc had said earlier, "I'm sure you understand."

Doc remained silent as Simmons and Grif passed him and Deanis on their way to Red base. Deanis remained for a minute longer.

"Follow us, and I get to put a bullet in your brain," Deanis threatened, then turned and left Doc standing in the middle of the canyon.


Trivia.

Charge - To rush towards the enemy.

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Chapter 3 - Charge