Once the platoons were organized, Sergeant Johnson herded the men into jeeps and rumbled off into battle. Plasma flares hiss through the sky, exchanges of assault rifle and laser fire jump back and forth a large, space-station type building like a giant popcorn machine. Occassionally, plasma rounds crash onto the grass, sending dirt and occassionally men flying everywhere. Yup, this was the sound of battle.
"So Sergeant!! What's our objective?" a corporal asks from the front seat, seeking a better explanation than he gave the privates. "We will be spread out through the perimeter by squads to stop the elites, we will plant machinegun nests in every choke point, and nobody will retreat unless I say so!!" Johnson growls.
"What about Drak!!" you wonder asks. Sergeant trembles a bit before saying, "Since you say that the dragon can obey your commands private DRagoner, I want him to provide air support for our troops, have him emphasize banshees and ghosts!! Don't want any grunts or elites causing trouble to our rear!!" Sergeant growls, regaining himself. "Yes sir!!" you cry.
You look up in the sky and relay the information to DRak, now armed with twin 30mm cannon on each wings, a pair of rocket launches and armor protection. (Though you are unsure what type of strange technology they used to construct dragon armor so quickly)
"I got it Gil!!" Drak assures, and bugles with encouragement, raising morale 1000%.
Before long, the transport vehicles entered the spaceport. Rushing, all the troops got out, holstering their battle rifles. Bullet holes and laser burns had long since shattered the once beautiful UFO type structures into steaming wrecks. Dead bodies lined what was left of the pot-holed streets, eliciting that horrible pall in the air. Drak landed right outside of the spaceport. He created quite a bit of fear at first, but when Sergeant explained he was here to burn elites, their countenance changed quite rapidly.
Sergeant Johnson jumped out of his jeep and addressed a staff officer, looking as if ready to choke him to death.
"Corporal, what's the situation here!!" he called, looking over a digital map.
The officer hesitated before relaying the information, "A company of elites has decimated 3rd Alpha company on our right flank!! 1st Charlie is holding, but they're running out of ammo. (Sergeant's eyes trembled angrily at the word 'run out of ammo') 2nd Beta Company is also holding, but they are down to less than half strength, one more push and there'd be elites swarming everywhere right now!! If that happens, 1st company is gonna have to retreat and we lose the station!!"
Sergeant Johnson grabbed the officers tunic and shouted, "THERE WILL BE NO RETREAT YOU UNDERSTAND ME CORPORAL!! OUR PLANET IS BEING INVADED!! SHOOT WHOEVER TRIES TO RETREAT OR SURRENDER TO THE ENEMY!!"
You and the other privates cringe with apprehension as Sergeant turns back. "Verona!! You take 2nd platoon to reinforce the guys on center flank!! Butler!! You're gonna take 3rd platoon reinforce 1st Charlie and stage a counter attack!!"
"But that's suicide!!" the officer in charge of 3rd platoon whined. "I don't care if each one of you gets killed!! Our planet is more important than your sorry lives!!" Sergeant screamed, throwing his arms around wildly. "Lastly, I'm going to take 1st platoon to stop the covenant attack on the right flank!! Everybody know what their orders are?"
The soldiers and the NCO's nod. "NOW MOVE OUT!!" he screams, pointing.
Holding your battle rifle, you follow sergeant into the most active and destructive area of the battlefield, the place with the least chance of survival. Inwardly, you chuckle to yourself, isn't war great?
"It sure is Gil" calls Drak from somewhere. At least you weren't in this thing alone, you had Drak, and more importantly, your comrades.
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