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| + | "''Step on it, Jackson! You got a death wish, Marine?!''" | ||
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| + | "Hell no, sir!" Jackson gunned the M12 LRV down the dirt path. | ||
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| + | In the backseat, Cole revved the chaingun up and let off a sustained burst into the sky. Bright red tracers tore through the thick jungle haze, and one of the two pursuing Banshees peeled off, but not before launching another fuel rod blast. | ||
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| + | A bright green blob of plasma thudded into the ground off to the right of the Warthog, forcing the M12 onto two wheels for several seconds before Jackson twisted the wheel to the left, bringing the 'Hog back onto all fours. | ||
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| + | In the passenger's seat, Sergeant Lanning disengaged the spent magazine from his MA5 assault rifle, slapped a new one in, and racked a round into the chamber, sweeping the jungle in front of them for movement. | ||
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| + | "Cole, eyes front! Movement two o' clock!" Lanning ordered. Cole immediately broke off firing at the Banshees and swung the barrel of the Light Anti-Aircraft Gun around, hit the triggers, and tore the foliage to shreds. | ||
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| + | As the 'Hog whipped by at 70 miles an hour, Lanning caught a glimpse of phosphorescent blue - Grunt blood. What the hell were Covenant infantry doing on Cote d' Azur? | ||
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| + | "Jackson, swing left! Get us off the path." Jackson yanked the steering wheel around and sent the LRV into the uncleared jungle, letting the massive tires chew up the brush in their way. | ||
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| + | Another fuel rod projectile arced after them, but the Banshees were having a harder time tracking the Hog off of the cleared trail, so the deadly plasma landed a safe-ish 50 feet away. | ||
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| + | Lanning looked around wildly for targets, and finding none, looked back to check on Rose. The only female member of their squad, Corporal Rose had taken a needle shard to the shoulder when they were ambushed by a Grunt patrol while searching their grid. Suppressive fire, then a mad dash back to the Hog before they were careening along in this nightmare back to base. Lanning and his men had taken out around eight of the diminutive alien dogs with a ragged volley and managed to patch Rose up with Biofoam, but if they didn't make it back to camp soon and get her medical attention, she might bleed out. | ||
Revision as of 21:25, 27 November 2010
"Step on it, Jackson! You got a death wish, Marine?!"
"Hell no, sir!" Jackson gunned the M12 LRV down the dirt path.
In the backseat, Cole revved the chaingun up and let off a sustained burst into the sky. Bright red tracers tore through the thick jungle haze, and one of the two pursuing Banshees peeled off, but not before launching another fuel rod blast.
A bright green blob of plasma thudded into the ground off to the right of the Warthog, forcing the M12 onto two wheels for several seconds before Jackson twisted the wheel to the left, bringing the 'Hog back onto all fours.
In the passenger's seat, Sergeant Lanning disengaged the spent magazine from his MA5 assault rifle, slapped a new one in, and racked a round into the chamber, sweeping the jungle in front of them for movement.
"Cole, eyes front! Movement two o' clock!" Lanning ordered. Cole immediately broke off firing at the Banshees and swung the barrel of the Light Anti-Aircraft Gun around, hit the triggers, and tore the foliage to shreds.
As the 'Hog whipped by at 70 miles an hour, Lanning caught a glimpse of phosphorescent blue - Grunt blood. What the hell were Covenant infantry doing on Cote d' Azur?
"Jackson, swing left! Get us off the path." Jackson yanked the steering wheel around and sent the LRV into the uncleared jungle, letting the massive tires chew up the brush in their way.
Another fuel rod projectile arced after them, but the Banshees were having a harder time tracking the Hog off of the cleared trail, so the deadly plasma landed a safe-ish 50 feet away.
Lanning looked around wildly for targets, and finding none, looked back to check on Rose. The only female member of their squad, Corporal Rose had taken a needle shard to the shoulder when they were ambushed by a Grunt patrol while searching their grid. Suppressive fire, then a mad dash back to the Hog before they were careening along in this nightmare back to base. Lanning and his men had taken out around eight of the diminutive alien dogs with a ragged volley and managed to patch Rose up with Biofoam, but if they didn't make it back to camp soon and get her medical attention, she might bleed out.
