Chapter
2
06.08.Tuesday
It was about a week now and they
still hadn't taken the command center. The confederation troops
waited patiently for a chance but every time they tried to forward an
attack they would get pushed back. They had called for air support,
something to give them a little push but none came from ops. They had
to take the field and take the command center, they had already
bombed everything on the ground and still the rebels came out of
their holes.
Zack stood now, readying his gauss rifle for an
attack. He and his squad were stuck behind a brick wall for cover, in
behind them was an abandoned factory where a battle ready goliath
mech assault warrior lay. A line of at least 50 assorted troops was
laid down a long a huge position to Zack's left. A lone scout (who
was a ghost) shuffled his way to a huge pile of rubble and there he
stood with binoculars in one hand and a pistol in the other. He was
scanning for the enemies on the ground and quickly found them, laying
behind a shingle (which for incase you didn't know was just a long
straight man made hill for troops to get cover on). Behind the
shingle was a short and small patch of burnt forest area and before
the forest lay a command center.
He quickly and un-noticeably
de-cloaked behind the safety of the rubble of building he was
situated behind and waved a signal to the troops.
Zack's
sergeant received the command and turned to his soldiers "Ok
ladies, we're gonna push our way up that hill and make our way down
it with suppressive fire, once we do that go the nearest cover and
await my orders, a mech will be assembling beside us so let's not
everyone try to get their cover behind it ok, it's there for killing
not for squashing you bugs." Explained the bearded sergeant that
was commanding the squad behind the brick wall.
"Sir"
asked Zack "how long till the mech arrives sir?"
"About
a minute, so when he does listen for a sharp whistle blast, that'll
mean it's attacking, once we've seen it go by the wall we'll cover it
from behind and the make our way up the hill behind it" he
explained.
Zack looked around him, the soldiers were shaky,
like leaves ready to fall off from a branch. Zack was medium build,
clean shaven and had fairly long hair for a marine. He was still a
boy in the mind of his friends and family but was actually almost 25!
He looked up at the still orange sky and wondered why it hadn't
changed since yesterday? This planet was awkward, the weather was
cold and biting, and the scenery was desolate. Suddenly an explosion
rang through their ears, the Soks were probing them for weaknesses,
they were trying to find out where they were hiding, the mech had to
hurry.
The ghost behind the rubble was nearly cut to pieces by
the shrapnel coming out of the siege shell. A piece tore through his
arm, he almost screamed at the pain but he had to remain quiet, a
ghost's training was very severe and he remembered it well. With a
straight face he sucked it up and continued to wait with the others,
his canister rifle was strapped to his back and was ready to take it
out once the attack took place.
Zack was rubbing his gloved
finger down the smooth barrel of his rifle when he suddenly and
unwarily heard a whistle sound. Oh no he thought, they were starting
to attack. He cringed at the thought as suddenly the line of marines
were lifted up in unison and began to lay down fire. No not yet he
though not now, I don't want to die, my life is just starting. He was
terrified at the thought of getting shot and was curled up behind the
wall waiting for it to all end.
The mech descended from the
abandoned building and started pouring down auto cannon rifle fire
over the wall on the pour saps behind the shingle. An array of shells
cleanly went through a large group of marine helmets before the other
rebels realized what had happened. They weren't prepared for
this.
The frightened Zack closed his eyes as the line of 20
marines started to fire at the hill, dirt and rock flew everywhere,
they were doing a pretty good job. Zack with eyes still closed tried
to forget everything that was going on around his head and started to
sink into nirvana, until he realized that he had a job to do and
wasn't going to hide like a rat in a sewer. Zack slammed down on the
stim pack button on his chest and a sea of stars blinded his eyes. He
was shocked at the effect rate and was getting surprisingly angry.
The medicine was taking affect for the stars began to clear and Zack
found himself standing upright staring over a sea of death.
He
was pumped and ready for action, chatter filled his ears and blood
filled his veins, Zack quickly took point behind a large slab of
rock. He pulled the trigger on his weapon and started to shoot with
incredible accuracy and speed. The enemy marines about half a
kilometer away were already gaining reinforcements. One guy to his
right, BANG, 2 guys to his left, BANG BANG. 2 of them went down and
the other round bounced of the marine's battle suit. The marine
ducked back bellow his shingle realizing he was being fired at.
Zack
looked at the confed marine on his left and noticed he was very calm
and quiet about the combat. He shot short 5 round bursts at the
enemies and hadn't even used his stim pack yet, though he was
shooting almost better then Zack was! Zack looked to the man on his
right and watched as a round flew through his armored head, blood
trailing out of the wound. The casualty hit the floor with a thump,
making a muddy indent in the earth. Zack felt a round bounce off his
own arm pad leaving an engraved mark of it's presence. No matter for
Zack, his suit was full of power and so was he. He continued to fire
at the enemy troops until the glorious killing machine of a mech
started to ascend down the hill.
The troops flooded from
behind the wall, bullets still trailing off of their locations. The
sergeant was right in front of the action. He was shooting here and
there, left and right, making his presence well known to the enemy
troops. The mech span around on it's metal torso, spewing hell from
the mouths of it's twin auto cannons, the weapons made a godly sound
like repeated thunder hailing down from the heavens.
The
machine was being worn down as almost all enemy fire hailed onto it's
powerful armor. Machine was smoking out clouds, it had almost had it.
The mech was screaming out indications that is was getting destroyed
as a flurry of missiles cried out of their holsters. The missiles
flew down the hill creating huge fireballs of explosions on impact.
Metal and fire flew out from the ground, and marines flew out from
their holes, battle suit parts jumping off their backs. A handful of
men and metal landed hard on the ground, bones snapping and necks
braking. The smoldering ruins of their battle suits smoking
profusely.
Zack made his way down the hill, he (along with 10
others) took cover behind the legs of the huge mechanical Goliath.
Troops started dispersing from the machine as they realized it was
about to blow. Zack widened his eyes and looked behind him, the mech
was still fighting hard and whining with pain more than ever now.
Zack sprinted to his feet as the bionic legs gave him a quick and
powerful boost.
Zack leaped out of the way as an enormous
fireball waved to the tortured sky. Zack went flying, the power of
the explosion gave him such a huge push that he was thrown a good
couple of yards away. Zack's gun flew out of his hand and landed with
a chatter on the ground. Zack could sense the laughter coming from
behind the shingle. The enemy was getting a good advantage for the
confed's main support had been destroyed.
The confederation
troops were totally disoriented, they shuffled and stumbled hear and
there. Another volley of rounds came raining down on the marines that
were unlucky enough to not get some cover. Their armored battle suits
were set on fire as round after round impaled though their heavy
armor. The bullets flew through them like butter after even more
bullets had softened it up. Large fiery explosions thundered from the
backs of brave fire bats turning them into torturous kamikaze bombs
for the Sok's advantage. They were turning the confederate's own
troops against them. Zack stumbled to a pile of rubble just a meter
away from where he lay. Bullets ricocheted off of his leg armaments
as the confederacy casualties started piling up.
Zack was now
back to his frightened un-moving self again, he was un-able to move,
un-able to speak, he was mentally paralyzed. Fright had took over his
mind, war had took over his body witch was hidden under thick red
armor. He was in a sub-conscious world now, sounds slowly faded into
nothing as they echoed through his brain. His eyes fluttered closed
and he pictured himself on a farm in the outskirts of Antiga prime.
Nothing could bother him, he was care free, dogs and birds made their
normal animal sounds, no screams, no explosions, no machine gun
chatter, no nothing, just peace and quiet. The farm was almost
magical as it lay at the bottom of the valley. Everything was slowed
down. Family and friends awaited him at the bottom of the grassy
hill, he ran to them but couldn't reach them. He let out an arm but
they just moved back, oh no, he was cutting out of his dream!
No
he couldn't cut out now, it was just starting, sounds could be heard
and they were not peaceful. No, no more screams he thought but it was
too late, the world was crushed as he faded back into the hell he was
brought into. Suddenly an explosion landed a yard away form his
feet.
"SHIT" he yelled as he shielded his face and
chest from the flying debris. It ricocheted off of his now worn out
battle suit. The system readings on his visor showed 40%. Good he
thought at least it's not at dangerous. Bullets started flying past
his head as he quickly ducked even more to shield himself from the
stirring combat. Zack scanned his surroundings and located his
weapon. It had been blown away from his location and bent from the
explosion. His face quickly turned to a hopeless frown as he realized
he was un-armed and in the middle of a battle. He didn't know what to
do now, he didn't have a pistol for it was lost when he arrived at
this field, and that was 2 day's ago! Zack was surprised that he had
lived this long.
Zack was loosing hope but as a last resort
started thumbing through his utility belt. He was becoming
un-successful at finding anything but his face soon lit up as he felt
3 concussion grenades latched to the left side of his hip.
"Yes,
thank god" he said to himself and found that the remaining
marines started to lay down an organized volley on the cocky enemies.
The rebels were so sure that they would win, they started to stand up
from the shingle and move around. They soon found that move to be a
bad one for 15 of them went down, a big confidence booster for the
confeds. Zack peered over the side of his rock, the enemy marines
started to pile up and lay down as the confederate troops reloaded
for another round.
This was Zack's chance, he pulled the
grenades from his belt with a click, ripped out the pins and flew all
3 of them at the now preparing rebel troops. The Soks now locked and
aimed their weapons, ready to kill and ready to die for their
organization. They were about to fire before the right side of the
defense line looked up in horror at the little gray balls flying
through the air. Some screamed out "GRENADE" others just
leaped out of the way as the tiny metal object exploded on impact
with a roar.
A huge wave of yells erupted from the unwary crew
of rebel troops as legs and arms flew from their torsos, blood
trailing their flight. A victory roar sounded from the confeds as
they came out of their hiding holes and right into the heat of battle
firing and yelling away at the rebel troops.
Though some fell,
it was a glorious move for the advancing marines, the grenade's smoke
cloud quickly cleared and a flood brave of confederate marine troops
flew over the hill of the shingle. The marines rained hell down on
the line of rebels. Un-suspecting and un-aware they fell to their
deaths as the line of troops that were so safely behind a dirt ground
shingle now tried desperately to gain control of it back. But it was
no good for the wave of almost 25 confederate troops flooded over the
hill pressing rounds of bullets to the rebels skulls and searing
plasma flame to their bodies.
Those firebat's that were left
offered helpful assistance to the fighting marines. Zack ascended the
scorched field and came out of hiding as a gush of marines flew past
him in dotted formation of attack. He looked around him on the ground
for a weapon because the rebels were still fighting for their lives.
He found a gauss rifle laying on the ground a bout a meter away from
his feet and quickly picked it up. Crusted dirt fell from the weapon
as he shook it off and ran with the wave of troops. They had taken
the shingle, behind it was the command center, he noticed troops and
naked regulars flood out of the main doorways only to quickly be shot
at by Zack's friendlies. Some of them got a few shots in before they
were ripped apart by the fire upon the command center.
That
was it, it was over, Zack looked around at the troops flying by him,
running into their victory. The rebels gave up and waved their white
flag to show their defeat. Zack was filled with happiness, the battle
was over, for now. For their was still a much larger battle to be
won, this battle would last for days, they had to take they field
along with tens of other command centers and barracks. He had won the
battle but he hadn't won the war.
Well this is how it goes
down, I think I might have about 13 other chapters to this story
until the battle is over. You might not hear from Zack in a little
while for the next chapter is on yet another character. But just keep
waiting, AND KEEP REVIEWING because this is the only way I'm going to
write anymore is if you keep reviewing. So please read and enjoy my
saga.
