~~~ Loss ~~~ Chapter Six: Sarge ~~~
"The enemy had been in the center of the canyon. for about four hours now. We must attack now before the bulk of the heavy artillery is dropped in. This is goning to be tougher then anything we've ever fought, O'Mally, The Meta...nothing compares to this."
Sarge stopped writing in the log, and sighed. It seemed so long ago when he first came to the canyon, met Simmons and Grif. It seemed so long ago since he first insulted Grif. Then came O'mally, and everything fell apart. He sighed again. He reached into his desk, and pulled out a photo frame. He stood there, surrounded by Simmons, Donut, Lopez, The Warthog, and what he assumed was Grif's unconcious body. His hand shook slightly. He might never gaze upon this photograph again. The contents of the drawer were filled with photos (of himself, younger), and various bullets.
"I don't know if I can keep doing this.." He said to himself. "What if I can't lead them to victory!" He sighed. "Time to shine Sarge..."
He walked to the door to prepare his weapons, and after opening the door, nearly walked headlong into Grif. Through a daze, he heard Grif ask if he was okay.
"Hm? Oh, Grif...Nah, It's fine." He switched back to his gruff voice. "Just shut up and go help Simmons and Donut."
He then proceeded to wander off and polish his Shotgun.
He walked out in front of Red Base, and watched on as Grif farewelled his Sister as she went to Blue Base. He pretended to be fixing somthing on the Warthog, as to not make it appear he was eavesdropping. Simmons walked out of the base, and mentioned to Sarge.
"Would you acutlly care if Grif died?" Simmons was acting dead serious.
"Well, uh, ya see...I wouldn't care if he died, but it would be less intresting here without him." He stuttered slightly.
"That means a lot Sarge, thanks." Grif had heard.
"Shut up, Numb-nuts."
And into the fray they went. To start with, Sarge was in The Warthog, with Lopez driving, while he fired his shotgun from the front seat. Lopez ran down the Alien's whilst Sarge mopped up the suvuivers. Lopez suddenly yelled somthing in Spanish and turned so tightly that Sarge was thrown from the Jeep. Rolling to the ground, he looked up into the eyes of a Alien with malicent intent. His shotgun was metres away, so he punched it's jaw so hard he heard it make a loud crack. Running to grab his shotgun, he ran to help Tex.
Tex was grappling with half a dozen Aliens. She was tough, sure, but she couldn't handle all of them. One was about to fire into her neck, but Sarge got to it first and fired into IT'S neck. Together, they mananaged to down all six of the Aliens.
"Piece of cake." Tex suddenly gave a bit of a strangled yell, and ran in one of the Blues, Church's, direction. Turning to shoot another Alien, his ears were suddenly filled with a scream, and his eyes watched as Grif was hit by a Wraith tank blast.
Grif had jumped in front of the blast to save Simmons. Sarge gave a deep breath, and saluted Grif's corpse.
"Rest in piece, Private Grif." To vent his feelings, he blew the head of a nearby Alien. He then kicked down another one, shot it in the back. He then dodged several Wraith blasts, and threw a grenade inside it's cockpit. He was killing Alien after Alien continually. And there always was one for every single one of his bullets. He fired again, and again, but there was always another one to take it's place. He shot down Alien's, blew up tanks, assisted soliders. He was thinking all this when he fired at one alien. All that greeted his ears was a click. He was out of ammunition for his Shotgun.
"Oh shit..."
He could see Simmons in the distance, so he yelled out "Simmons, help!" He wrestled with the Alien, throwing to the ground. He smashed it's face with his Shotgun. Another one was coming from behind, so he kicked backwards, knocking it away. He grappled with another one, he turned, but wasn't fast enough. An energy sword broke through his armour, and he screamed. He screamed so loud it was heard right across the valley. He collapsed to the ground, and watched on as Simmons battled against Alien after Alien, trying to avenge his fallen leader.
"Simmons...you were my man to the end..."
Simmons was taking bullets in various body parts, but too Sarge's amazment, managaed to stay standing until bullets hit his legs. As his strength rapidly left him, Sarge spoke his last words to Simmons:
"Simmons...don't cry for us. We worked as hard as we could...but I only wish...we could have gotten off this damm planet. Oh well...see you soon...Simmons" Sarge smiled through his helmet, and felt a tear roll down his cheek. So this is the way he was going...well, at least it was good while it lasted. Sarge's smile faded as he died, but he died the way he wanted: after Grif.