Gliese: Sop
The building shook as another rocket hit its side. Sop fired across the street and heard a yelp. He smiled. The Marine next to him ran away from the ledge and yelled, "Get back! A rocket is inbound!"
Sop looked and his eyes went wide. He dove behind an air duct a crouched into a circle. He shook with the vibrations of the rocket yet again. The fight had been going on for an hour, started by a rocket barrage across the street and the Marines returned fire. Sop had run to the roof while the rest of his friends went to the first floor and helped barricade it just in case.
He stood when the vibrations stopped. He leveled his gun and fired, trying to buy the Marines some time. He got it. After stopping to let his overheated gun cool down, a man came stumbling out of an alleyway across the street with a hole in his stomach. He fell over dead after showing himself.
"Get downstairs and help them!" one of the Marines said. "A whole bunch of baddies are on their way to the building!"
Sop nodded and bolted to the first floor. Two men lay against the lobby desk and had bandages on their head or arm and leg. Marines lined the windows, firing away at an unseen foe. Bullet casings littered the floor.
Charlie walked up and said, "Our attackers are in the two story apartment and the Warehouse next to it. The military is on its way to take them out."
"Good," Sop replied, looking around the bullet pocked room. "Where is Drang?"
"Dunno, thought he was with you. Was he not on the roof?"
"No. And where did Mitch go?"
They looked at each other and took off, searching for their missing companions.
Gliese: Mitch
Mitch grabbed Drang's arm and jerked it behind his back. The Elite screamed. Mitch laughed. He grabbed the other arm and pulled as hard as he could until he heard a popping noise.
"This is for my wife!" Mitch yelled as he punched Drang in the mandibles. "This is for my son!" he punched him in the unarmored stomach. "And this is for my friends!" he kicked the Elite's face in and broke a mandible.
He laughed evilly as he untied the unconscious alien and let the body slump to the floor. He kicked it again and started to walk off. He didn't get far though, when Drang's hand grabbed his ankle and pulled. Mitch fell with a surprised yelp.
The human twisted and pulled out his knife. He thrust downward and missed Drang by inches. He swung again and connected with a finger. He swung again and hit air as the Elite stood and jumped on him.
"You should have been knocked out!" Mitch said.
Drang shrugged and punched his face. He punched again before taking Mitch's knife and plunging it into the human's thigh.
You should have been knocked out! Mitch screamed inside his head. Oh well, more the fun. And you will pay dearly for stabbing me in the thigh if I can get to you before I pass out.
Mitch stood and made Drang fall off, and also making the knife fly across the room. It was fist from now on. Drang kicked upward and caught Mitch in the shoulder, making him spin around. Mitch punched down and caught the Elite in the right eye.
They would have continued on with the fight, but Sop bust into the room. Great, another interference! I wonder if I will ever be able to get done with this.
Gliese: Sop
Sop just stood in the doorway when he saw the sight in front of him. Drang, on the ground, was bloodied and unconscious. Mitch was standing over Drang and had a fist poised to punch down, a slit in his armor on his thigh was covered in dark red blood.
"Stop!" Charlie yelled, breaking his trance.
Mitch uncurled his fist and stood. "He attacked me first, I acted out of pure self defense." He said casually. "See, he stabbed me in my thigh. I had to do something to subdue him. The best thing I thought of was to knock him out."
"Suuure."
Charlie ran forward and pulled both of Mitch's arms behind his back and handcuffed him. Sop walked past them and to his friend. He saw all of Drang's mandibles were broken. Anger rising, Sop looked back in time to see two medics running into the room. He helped them put his friend's mandibles back in place before walking out and finding the battle was over.
"Mitch will be put in prison for a couple of days until we leave. We will head out six days to fight the Pudii in space and on the other worlds of the UNSC," said Charlie, walking over. "How is Drang doing?"
"Not so good. He has a broken rib and his arms are pulled out of socket. Plus other injuries. I wish I could kill that human."
They walked outside and met Michael Snatch to talk about where they were being shipped to. He was a bald, middle-aged man with a big stomach and green eyes. His smile was forced.
"So good to see you weren't hurt," he greeted them. "We have changed our minds now about when to send you out to fight. We are sending you in two hours. Be ready with your weapons by three AM. We are sorry to see you leave but we can't have more damage done to our city by your presence."
Just a nice way of saying you hate our guts and you want us to leave, thought Sop.
"Now, if you will excuse me, I will take my leave to go to sleep before the morn."
They shook hands and the man left. Sop and Charlie walked back inside. They headed to their room, where they found Sharon taking down some barricades on the window.
"So, what's the news?" she asked as they entered.
"Mitch almost killed Drang. And we are leaving in two hours. We must be ready within that time," Charlie replied, grabbing his pack and walking back down the hallway.
Sop did the same and the team found Mitch put in a makeshift prison. They told him about the recent developments and then left, telling him he was not to be going with them. Sop had to use all his will power to keep himself from killing the man on the spot.
They walked into the makeshift med bay and found Drang laying on a table, awake, watching what was going on. He nodded as his team came closer.
"I'm okay to leave, a guard came by and told me," Drang announced. "Just give me a minute to get used to walking with broken ribs."
"No problem. We still have three hours before leaving anyway," Charlie said in his leader of the squad voice. "We will probably hang around here until you are ready."
Drang nodded and told them he wanted some time to himself for a little bit. When the others left, he jumped out of bed and grabbed his energy sword. He was going to get revenge on Mitch once and for all.