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This chapter will focus on OCs I hope it's not a problem but I had some ideas and I want their story to tie in with the Spartan's later.
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Chapter 4
0908 HOURS, DECEMBER 18, 2546 \ BRUNELS SYSTEM, NEW LLANELLI, THE CITY OF BÉLIOT, THE DEFENSIVE POSITION OF 1ST PLATOON, FOX COMPANY
. . . After minutes of crawling in mud from cover to cover, Natalie finally reached her destination. The building that housed the majority of her platoon and supplies. Here was her best chance to find a weapon. The distinct noise of an M247 machine gun firing could be heard from upstairs. "At least I'm at the right place." She stepped into the house, or what was left of it, at this point it was probably more holes than walls.
Natalie headed for the basement where ammunition and weapons were stored. To her surprise, no one was on the ground floor. "This is supposed to be platoon HQ, where the hell is everybody?" She opened the door leading to the stairway. She cautiously looked around before going in. As she stepped in she noticed a splatter of purple blood on the wall. "Shit, this can't be good," she whispered to herself.
"Of course this is when I don't have a weapon." Still being mad at herself for losing her rifle Natalie pulled out her combat knife and carefully walked down the steps. Stopping in front of the door to gather herself she noticed the noise of muffled radio chatter coming from inside. Someone is in the room, or was. She put her hand on the handle and slowly opened the door and peeked inside.
Natalie's heart skipped a beat when she found herself facing the barrel of an M6 handgun. She recoiled and fell back.
"Jesus Christ Natalie it's you, we thought you were dead." The pistol belonged to her squad's radio specialist, Lance Corporal Ethan Webster. He offered her a hand.
"Yep, it's me in all my glory. Thanks for almost shooting me in the head by the way." She took his hand and stood up.
Ethan pulled Natalie in the room and shut the door behind them.
"Sorry about that, I'm a bit on edge." He pointed to a corner where the bodies of two Jackals were piled. "I had a few visitors earlier."
Natalie was surprised, what were Jackals doing here? "How the hell did they get trough or lines? And where is 1st platoon anyway?" she asked, concerned. "The whole building is empty, except for the 247 upstairs and you."
The radioman chuckled. "We don't really have 'lines' anymore. Our platoon pulled out around 30 minutes ago. We got the beautiful task of playing rearguard." He paused for a moment and changed to a more serious tone. "Our whole defense is collapsing, and not just in our sector, in the whole city. I'm trying to radio 2nd platoon or Company HQ but nothing comes through except static."
He sat back at his table and typed something into a datapad then continued.
"2nd platoon got their ass kicked on our right flank and were trying to retreat when I last heard of them. We lost contact with 3rd platoon hours ago, they got encircled a few blocks east while trying to retreat, so our left flank is nonexistent. Gamma company basically vanished as a whole. The last time I could contact any type of air support was yesterday. Our last Scorpion is missing two of the four tracks. Artillery is out of ammo. And our field hospital consists of a three panicked medics, about two morphine syrettes and way too many wounded." He got faster and faster as he spoke.
Natalie was speechless. She expected the situation to be bad, but not this hopeless. She tried to say something but got cut off by Ethan.
"Our part of the front is the only one holding and that's because the Covvies don't know how few of us is actually left." He finished and took a deep breath after the monologue.
Natalie was afraid of asking the question but she knew she had to. Already scared of the answer she asked, "How few is 'few' exactly?"
"Well, Shawn is out there with Doc trying to gather medical equipment. Martinez and Sarge are on the second floor with the 247 and I'm sitting down here with my two Jackal buddies shouting at the radio, they are not the best company though," he answered with a weak smile. Ethan was clearly trying to hide the fact that he was also worried.
"Shit. . ." Natalie didn't know what to say. "We are fucked."
"Yes we are," he agreed.
An uncomfortable silence settled on them. Natalie was trying to gather her thoughts.
Suddenly the radio came to life. "Etha— do you read me? Pick up the godda— radio!" It was Shawn, he sounded flustered. Gunfire could be heard from the background and he was most likely running.
Ethan quickly picked up the radio. "I hear you, you're cutting out but it's fine. Give me a sitrep!" He already knew from Shawn's voice that something was wrong.
"They are coming. A lot. And mean a LOT, with tanks and shit. I think they finally noticed that the only thing holding them back is a machine gun." A loud explosion could be heard and the radio cut out for a moment. "Doc got hit pretty bad but he'll be fine. He is unconscious though. I am trying to get to you ASAP." He was panting at this point from carrying Doc around.
"Try to hurry, most of the platoon already pulled out, our squad is the last one in," came the answer from Ethan.
"Trying my best here." He paused for a moment. "Have Natalie found you? She was heading to you for equipment."
Ethan tried to answer but Natalie took the radio from him.
"Yes I'm here and fine, try to get back in one piece please," she told Shawn.
"Good to hear that! I'll be there in a few minutes."
He disconnected the call.
"Okay, its time for us to pack up too," said Ethan. He motioned to the radio on his desk, "The long-range will have to stay here, we can't carry it, I'll set a satchel charge, we'll blow it up after we leave,"he said, disappointed. It was protocol to destroy all left behind equipment, even though no one knew if the Covenant could do anything with it. "At least we have enough explosives to waste it on this."
"Do you have any spare weapons?" asked Natalie. "Preferably an SR, I've lost mine when I almost got blown up."
"There are no snipers left, all I can offer you is a DMR. There's one next to the ammo create," said Ethan while setting up the satchel.
Natalie picked up the weapon quickly loaded it and got herself some spare magazines. She also filled a backpack with various types of ammunition and grenades, they'll need it later. Now she felt battle ready.
"I think I'm ready to move out," she told Ethan. He finished setting up the explosive."I'm also good to go," he answered.
"Oh wait, one more thing!" He threw a disk-shaped device at Natalie. "A Jackal shield. It could be useful later."
She caught it and carefully inspected the alien tech. She activated it and was pleased with the results, the shield came to life. Natalie deactivated it and put it in her vest. "Thanks."
"Okay let's get Sarge and Martinez and get the hell out of this place!"
To be continued . . .
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