Hey! This is my first story so PLZ don't blame me if it sux! (even if
it is my fault) Well the least you could do is R&R. Oh yha. And I don't own
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Ghost Spec-ops 0200 Hours Zulu Inside the Renegade Base Chi Ceti 4
The ghost sprung around the corner, gunfire coming from the direction she came from. She loaded a special round into her C-10 canister rifle, a concussion round. This round was not only armor piercing, but also left a shockwave in its wake. She would rather have the C-11, a new rifle better suited for assault missions but it didn't have a silencer. She flipped down her goggles and switched to a special psionic setting allowing her to detect heat better than normal goggles. When the marines began to reload, she threw herself out and slammed down the trigger. With a near silent pop, the round streaked down the hallway. It ripped straight thru one marine and into the wall down the hall. The other marine was thrown into the walls, snapping his neck upon impact. She ran down the hall, making no noise thanks to her psionic abilities. She sees a group of 7 marines around a corner. "Looks like a perfect opportunity for some fun." A smile came to her face as she planted a satchel charge at the corner and jumped onto the pipes above, slinking away into the shadows.
"Pay attention boys, she's one hell of an ass kicker." "She? This assassin is a she? Bull-" "Stow it marine!" The captain aimed his gauss rifle at the marine's head. "I WOULD blow your friggin head off if I didn't need every man for this assignment. But I will make you point man." "..fuck" The marine took the point and moved towards the corner. He and 3 other marines came around the corner guns blazing hitting..nothing. "Where the hell did she go?" One of the marines turned around and noticed something near the corner. "SATCHEL! SH-"
The force of the blast sent the marines tumbling to the floor, rocking the complex. The captain quickly got his team together and takes a head count. "3 dead...1 wounded and three left standing. Johnson radio a medic.. Johnson?" He turns around to see the ghost snapping his teammates head. "FUCK!" The ghost turns around into a perfect spin kick. The last thing he sees is the ghost's boot snapping his neck.
The ghost runs down the hallway towards her target. She runs around a corner and nearly smacks into an airlock door. "Looks like I'm going to have to knock." She takes a few bricks of C-4 out of various pouches in her armor and plants it at the door. She goes around the corner again and loads a gauss clip into her modified rifle. "Party time."
The door to the hangar explodes inwards, damaging a wraith next to the door. In seconds the marines inside are under attack from an unknown assailant. After a few minutes everything is quiet. Marines lie dead strewn everywhere. The damaged wraith sits there smoldering. Without warning, a loud crack is heard and a marine drops without a head. Less than a second later another marine drops. As the marines retreat, one by one they fall dead to the floor. The ghost drops 30 feet from the hangar roof onto a dropship. She throws a few bricks of C-4 onto engines of various wraiths and enters the dropship.
Commander Jenkins was sitting in his personal dropship, strapped in. his bodyguards were ghosts and sensed something. "Assassin! Show yourself!" A ghost's head exploded, splattering the walls with blood. "Howdy boys." Said the assassin, as the female ghost uncloaks. 3 ghosts began to drool, and only one unbuckled and grabbed his rifle. Before he could even get up though, all the ghosts were dead. She turned to Jenkins, grabbed his pistol, and aimed at his head. Jenkins could only say a few words. "Who are you?" "Kyalea." Then she pulled the trigger.
2200 Hours Zulu Two miles east of renegade military base Chi Ceti 4
"Why the hell are we doing this again?" A marine yelled over the roar of the dropship. The ship was barley holding together. Bolts and parts were falling on the marines; only two gun racks were still attached to the wall. The back door had been blown off in a fight days ago. The door into the cockpit was missing. "Stow it marine!" was the only answer he got. Once again machine gun fire hit the dropship, piercing the armor. "Hell! I thought this was three inch thick titanium!!" "Do you think a falling apart dropship would have three inch thick titanium?" "...right." Then the engines gave out.
The dropship slammed into the trees with a loud crunch. The vulture was nearly totaled and the jeep was stuck under the dropship, totaled. When the marines stepped into the smoke and miss, they saw the carnage here crash caused. The entire front of the vulture was missing, and a anti gravity generator was missing. A wheel of the jeep was jammed into a nearby tree. The pilot was sitting on top of the dropship, mumbling and drinking from his whiskey. His camo armor was on, and the marines quickly moved to a armor chest to find they were screwed. The only armor inside the chest was for ghosts, and the guns were all C-11 canister rifles with sniper shells. "..were screwed."
When Kyaela emerged from the mist, she saw the carnage and grabbed a C-11. The marines were playing cards, the captain was knocking back whiskey, and the sergeant was taking a quick nap. "Got any fours?" She sighed and walked into the mist towards the enemy base. "Was it just me or did someone walk in here, take a rifle and leave?" "Shut up and drink captain! Go fish." "Damn! Again!"
At the base, they had finally pulled it together. The base on the surface was a small shack. About 50 ft from the shack was the forest. Kyaela flipped on her thermal vision and saw 50 marines ready to strike around the base. There were two gun turrets inside the base, and the hangar door was open. It looked like the ground just ended and became a hangar. She pulled the rifle to her eye and aimed.
A marine put away his cig when he heard the rifle shot. The shack itself fell to the ground. The turret inside exploded and sent wood everywhere, slamming into people. The marine flipped down his visor, just in time as a sniper round hit it. He dove to the ground and moved for the open hangar. The he saw her. A Ghost ran out of the bushes aiming at him. He nearly saw the round move straight at him. It entered his armor with a crack. The impact sent him backwards, dead.
Kyaela dropped into the hangar, engaging her cloak. She looked around at all the totaled wraiths and dropships. She noticed a small sign, which said "Motor Pool". She smiled and entered the door beneath. As she entered she was amazed by how small it was. The walls looked freshly poured, and the only vehicle was a broken down vulture. She took aim at the vulture and fired at the gas tank. The whole room was engulfed in flames, throwing her backwards. When she ran back into the room, she guessed her thinking was right. Dead in front of her was the missing battle cruiser, the Anarchy. About twenty feet to the right of the battle cruiser was it's crew. There were five guards in the room. "Time for some fun." She engaged one of her psionic powers and ran into the room.
When the small barrier exploded, the marines hit the deck and took cover. With pieces of concrete having taking out a few marines, others took cover behind boxes. When they looked back at the door they saw something amazing. A small blur of color ran straight at the Anarchy, and bullets flew from it. In less than two seconds, every marine was dead. The blur slowed to a sudden stop near the prisoners. It was a ghost. After the crew was free, the Anarchy was retaken and began to take off. "Ready the missiles! Everyone battle stations now! Go!"
Upon the surface, there was still chaos. When a good chunk of the tree line exploded and a giant battle cruiser took off, that didn't help much either. Lasers mowed down marines, and missiles engulfed the base in flames. With more than 90% of the base destroyed, the Anarchy moved away, picking up the marines who crashed on the way. She cruised into the silent sky, as the fires of the base slowly died.
Hope you people liked it! Chapter 2 coming soon! Please R&R! No flames! Plz!
Ghost Spec-ops 0200 Hours Zulu Inside the Renegade Base Chi Ceti 4
The ghost sprung around the corner, gunfire coming from the direction she came from. She loaded a special round into her C-10 canister rifle, a concussion round. This round was not only armor piercing, but also left a shockwave in its wake. She would rather have the C-11, a new rifle better suited for assault missions but it didn't have a silencer. She flipped down her goggles and switched to a special psionic setting allowing her to detect heat better than normal goggles. When the marines began to reload, she threw herself out and slammed down the trigger. With a near silent pop, the round streaked down the hallway. It ripped straight thru one marine and into the wall down the hall. The other marine was thrown into the walls, snapping his neck upon impact. She ran down the hall, making no noise thanks to her psionic abilities. She sees a group of 7 marines around a corner. "Looks like a perfect opportunity for some fun." A smile came to her face as she planted a satchel charge at the corner and jumped onto the pipes above, slinking away into the shadows.
"Pay attention boys, she's one hell of an ass kicker." "She? This assassin is a she? Bull-" "Stow it marine!" The captain aimed his gauss rifle at the marine's head. "I WOULD blow your friggin head off if I didn't need every man for this assignment. But I will make you point man." "..fuck" The marine took the point and moved towards the corner. He and 3 other marines came around the corner guns blazing hitting..nothing. "Where the hell did she go?" One of the marines turned around and noticed something near the corner. "SATCHEL! SH-"
The force of the blast sent the marines tumbling to the floor, rocking the complex. The captain quickly got his team together and takes a head count. "3 dead...1 wounded and three left standing. Johnson radio a medic.. Johnson?" He turns around to see the ghost snapping his teammates head. "FUCK!" The ghost turns around into a perfect spin kick. The last thing he sees is the ghost's boot snapping his neck.
The ghost runs down the hallway towards her target. She runs around a corner and nearly smacks into an airlock door. "Looks like I'm going to have to knock." She takes a few bricks of C-4 out of various pouches in her armor and plants it at the door. She goes around the corner again and loads a gauss clip into her modified rifle. "Party time."
The door to the hangar explodes inwards, damaging a wraith next to the door. In seconds the marines inside are under attack from an unknown assailant. After a few minutes everything is quiet. Marines lie dead strewn everywhere. The damaged wraith sits there smoldering. Without warning, a loud crack is heard and a marine drops without a head. Less than a second later another marine drops. As the marines retreat, one by one they fall dead to the floor. The ghost drops 30 feet from the hangar roof onto a dropship. She throws a few bricks of C-4 onto engines of various wraiths and enters the dropship.
Commander Jenkins was sitting in his personal dropship, strapped in. his bodyguards were ghosts and sensed something. "Assassin! Show yourself!" A ghost's head exploded, splattering the walls with blood. "Howdy boys." Said the assassin, as the female ghost uncloaks. 3 ghosts began to drool, and only one unbuckled and grabbed his rifle. Before he could even get up though, all the ghosts were dead. She turned to Jenkins, grabbed his pistol, and aimed at his head. Jenkins could only say a few words. "Who are you?" "Kyalea." Then she pulled the trigger.
2200 Hours Zulu Two miles east of renegade military base Chi Ceti 4
"Why the hell are we doing this again?" A marine yelled over the roar of the dropship. The ship was barley holding together. Bolts and parts were falling on the marines; only two gun racks were still attached to the wall. The back door had been blown off in a fight days ago. The door into the cockpit was missing. "Stow it marine!" was the only answer he got. Once again machine gun fire hit the dropship, piercing the armor. "Hell! I thought this was three inch thick titanium!!" "Do you think a falling apart dropship would have three inch thick titanium?" "...right." Then the engines gave out.
The dropship slammed into the trees with a loud crunch. The vulture was nearly totaled and the jeep was stuck under the dropship, totaled. When the marines stepped into the smoke and miss, they saw the carnage here crash caused. The entire front of the vulture was missing, and a anti gravity generator was missing. A wheel of the jeep was jammed into a nearby tree. The pilot was sitting on top of the dropship, mumbling and drinking from his whiskey. His camo armor was on, and the marines quickly moved to a armor chest to find they were screwed. The only armor inside the chest was for ghosts, and the guns were all C-11 canister rifles with sniper shells. "..were screwed."
When Kyaela emerged from the mist, she saw the carnage and grabbed a C-11. The marines were playing cards, the captain was knocking back whiskey, and the sergeant was taking a quick nap. "Got any fours?" She sighed and walked into the mist towards the enemy base. "Was it just me or did someone walk in here, take a rifle and leave?" "Shut up and drink captain! Go fish." "Damn! Again!"
At the base, they had finally pulled it together. The base on the surface was a small shack. About 50 ft from the shack was the forest. Kyaela flipped on her thermal vision and saw 50 marines ready to strike around the base. There were two gun turrets inside the base, and the hangar door was open. It looked like the ground just ended and became a hangar. She pulled the rifle to her eye and aimed.
A marine put away his cig when he heard the rifle shot. The shack itself fell to the ground. The turret inside exploded and sent wood everywhere, slamming into people. The marine flipped down his visor, just in time as a sniper round hit it. He dove to the ground and moved for the open hangar. The he saw her. A Ghost ran out of the bushes aiming at him. He nearly saw the round move straight at him. It entered his armor with a crack. The impact sent him backwards, dead.
Kyaela dropped into the hangar, engaging her cloak. She looked around at all the totaled wraiths and dropships. She noticed a small sign, which said "Motor Pool". She smiled and entered the door beneath. As she entered she was amazed by how small it was. The walls looked freshly poured, and the only vehicle was a broken down vulture. She took aim at the vulture and fired at the gas tank. The whole room was engulfed in flames, throwing her backwards. When she ran back into the room, she guessed her thinking was right. Dead in front of her was the missing battle cruiser, the Anarchy. About twenty feet to the right of the battle cruiser was it's crew. There were five guards in the room. "Time for some fun." She engaged one of her psionic powers and ran into the room.
When the small barrier exploded, the marines hit the deck and took cover. With pieces of concrete having taking out a few marines, others took cover behind boxes. When they looked back at the door they saw something amazing. A small blur of color ran straight at the Anarchy, and bullets flew from it. In less than two seconds, every marine was dead. The blur slowed to a sudden stop near the prisoners. It was a ghost. After the crew was free, the Anarchy was retaken and began to take off. "Ready the missiles! Everyone battle stations now! Go!"
Upon the surface, there was still chaos. When a good chunk of the tree line exploded and a giant battle cruiser took off, that didn't help much either. Lasers mowed down marines, and missiles engulfed the base in flames. With more than 90% of the base destroyed, the Anarchy moved away, picking up the marines who crashed on the way. She cruised into the silent sky, as the fires of the base slowly died.
Hope you people liked it! Chapter 2 coming soon! Please R&R! No flames! Plz!