"The Beginning of The End" story of the 101st MSB (Page 4 of 6)

I'm about 1/2 way done with the sniper, I'll try to e-mail you a pic tonight.

ok heres ch 5.

Ch5    “The only thing I trust next to me is my Deece”  -Cpl. Snake

    Jango glanced at the Nav point in his HUD.  The arranged Rendezvous point was still 5 kilometers away.  He had cut his jetpack shortly after the drop, as was procedure for airborne troops to avoid being a target, and was trudging his way across the red landscape on foot.  In the distance he could still hear the firing of the Ion batteries.
    Despite the destruction of their dropship, the landing hadn’t been too bad. His whole platoon had made it off safely, but where they were now was a mystery to Jango.
    A secondary Nav icon suddenly illuminated in his HUD, indicating a friendly was nearby.
    Jango turned slightly off his original course to link up with who he hoped was someone from his platoon.  He walked several hundred more yards until he came to a narrow canyon.  The Nav point was pointing directly through it.
    “Of course.” Jango said to himself.  The high walls of the canyon around him made it an ideal place for an ambush.  He unholstered his pistols and gave them a twirl. A habit he had developed since the beginning of the war.
    Jango slowly made his way through the narrow pass.  Not even wide enough for a Mongoose buggy to drive through.
    The Nav point began to flash.  “Must be close by” Jango thought looking around.  He didn’t see a soul. 
    Suddenly a deafening roar made him hit the dirt.  He glanced up as another dropship screamed overhead.  Black smoke trailing behind it from its engines.
    “More good news.” Jango said getting back to his feet.  He used his HUD to place a radio tracking beacon on the ship. Once he regrouped with his platoon, he would go look for it.
    Jango took two steps and stopped dead.  His keen eyes noticed something next to the red rock to his right. Something camouflaged.
    He decided to pretend not to see whoever was watching him.  Jango casually took a few more steps closer to the concealed person.  He stopped, pretending to bend down and tighten his boot.  Then with lightning he speed he lashed out and grabbed hold of the invisible neck.
    The camouflaged soldier struggled and kicked out, but Jango had a firm grip on his windpipe. It wouldn’t be long now.
    The thing managed to speak.  “Gah! knock it off sir it’s me!”
    Jango instantly let go. In front of his eyes a figure in black armor materialized on the ground in front of him.
    “Fierfeks sake sir” Snake said getting to his feet and and rubbing his neck.  “You damn near killed me.”
    Jango holstered his pistols and helped Snake to his feet.  “Sorry Snake” he said.  “You should know better then to use active camouflage around me, tends to make me think your Deathwatch.”
    Snake shrugged and flicked a piece of dirt off his scope.  “Ah well it could be worse.” he said. “I guess you actually could’ve crushed my windpipe.”
    Jango nodded. He and Snake began walking down the pass. “So was that your Nav beacon I’ve been following?”
    Snake shook his head. “No sir.” he said. “I tried to activate it but the landing was a little shaky.” he pointed to a sizable dent in his helmet. “Must’ve knocked something loose.”
    “Well we still got about 10 others to find.” Jango replied climbing over a boulder.  Snake handed him his rifle and then too climbed up.
    They had reached the end of the canyon.  Past the boulder they stood on the terrain took a sudden drop.  In front of them was the vast Desert of Mars. A place they were advised to stay away from. The sun was beginning to set making the already red landscape deep crimson.  A pillar of black smoke caught Jango’s eye.  About 400 feet down was a crashed dropship.  A 200 yard trench trailed behind it.  The nose was buried under the dirt.  Jango’s HUD told him it was the same ship he had marked earlier.
    Snake was surveying the area through his scope. “No footprints.” he pointed out. He lowered his rifle. “Well either they all made it off the thing before it crashed or they’re all still inside.”
    Jango nodded.  He cursed the fleet for not getting sufficient intel before planning the drop. Bombing runs could’ve taken care of those Ion Batteries.
    “Well” Jango said not taking his eyes off the ship. “Lets see if anyone’s home.”

That's awsome! We are going to (Disney) MGM studios today so I won't get to do anymore on the sniper until tonight.

Eh, droids, YES! An assasin droid like mine (HK-47). lol I like the droid idea, but I was thinking a custom built assasin droid for the residing Mandalore. I would be happy to do one.  For Halo, in my opinion, no. Oh, Is the sniper right or left handed?

ch.7   "Yeah the armor's heavy, but a lost limb is a lot heavier." -PFC. Rodriquez

ch7

    Staff Sergeant Mantle risked a glance over the rim of the boulder he was hidden behind.  The Ion Battery lay about 20 yards from him.  He was lucky they were too busy shooting at his ships then to notice him land.
    Darkness had fallen and the firing Ion cannon bathed the area in intense blue light.  Mantle had originally planned to just dispose of the Deathwatch manning the gun, but the arrival of one of their Tiger tanks had swiftly changed his mind.  The thing had been parked just on the other side of the gun emplacement for just under 3 hours.  Mantle was convinced it was going to stay there.
    Mantle sat back down and leaned against the rock.  With no anti armor weapons or explosives with him there was little he could do to the thing.
    He sighed. “I wonder how I ended up being stranded during what was supposed to be the most organized landing of the war.” Mantle thought to himself.  He grasped the carbine in his hands.  “I need a plan. My LZ is on the other side of that damn thing.”
    He glanced back over the boulder.  Deathwatch were everywhere.  4 of them manned the Ion cannon, 2 stood around and reloaded it about every 2 minutes, and another 4 were sitting on their tank smoking and arguing about something.
    Mantle decided to take action.  To his left was a stack of ammo crates for the Ion cannon.  If he timed it right he should be able to make it.
    The loader walked over and picked up another case.  Mantle quickly but quietly sprung from his hiding place and rushed to the crates.
    The run was a little farther then he anticipated.  He dove behind the cover of the boxes just as the loader turned around and went for another case.
    The unsuspecting Deathwatch bent down to pick up another crate.  He never saw the rifle butt coming.
    Mantle brought the butt of his carbine down on the back of the soldiers head, plowing him into the dirt.  Quickly Mantle dragged his limp body behind the crates and silenced him with a quick neck snap.
    Mantle dusted himself off and picked up a case off the pile and walked towards the cannon.  Another Deathwatch had his back to Mantle and turned to grab the case.
    “It’s about time-” the soldier stopped cold when he noticed his partners place had been taken by a Mandalorian.
    Mantle dropped the case and unslung his carbine.  The Deathwatch soldier went for his sidearm. Mantle squeezed the trigger and pumped him full of laser bolts.
    The soldier slumped to the ground holding his chest, Mantle turned the muzzle of his gun and sprayed the occupants of the gun battery.  The closest turned in surprise as his comrades were cut down.  A laser bolt shattered the glass of his visor and blasted his face through the back of his helmet.
    Satisfied they were all dead, Mantle quickly changed magazines.  The occupants of the tank had witnessed the massacre and reacted slowly.  A price Mantle was about to make them pay.
    Mantle slung his carbine over his back and climbed onto the Ion cannon.  With a grunt he shoved one of the corpses off the seat. It smacked the ground with a satisfying thud.
    Mantle was just about to take a seat when he suddenly had the wind knocked out of him.  A burning sensation went up his right side.  Glancing down he saw a scorch mark on his armor.  The round hadn’t punctured the armor plate but it glowed red hot from the shot.
    Furious Mantle turned.  On the ground was the Deathwatch loader he had shot in the chest, still holding his smoking pistol in front of him.
    “Big mistake.” Mantle said through gritted teeth.  He unslung his carbine and flicked the safety off from the attached grenade launcher.  He pulled the trigger and with a whumph the soldier was nothing more then a crater.
    Mantle turned back to the task at hand.  He sat down and grabbed the gun controls and yanked the joystick to the left.  The massive gun responded and with a whine of hydraulics, Mantle leveled all four barrels on the tank crew still scrambling back inside their Tiger.
    Mantle grinned as he pulled the firing switch.  The massive gun fired rapidly, blinding him with the muzzle flash and washing him over with the intense heat of the backblast. 
    Mantle fired until the gun was dry.  His target was nothing more then a smoldering pile of slag.  The barrels of the cannon pinged and groaned as they cooled.
    Mantle hopped down from the seat and looked around. Carnage, pure carnage.  He smiled.  “The Deathwatch will have a fit when they see this.” his eyes locked on the pile of ammo for the Ion cannon. “So I better not leave anything for them to have a fit at.”
    With some effort, Mantle muscled the crates into a pile at the base of the gun.  He then pried open the cases.  The Ion rounds were loaded into magazines, making them safer to handle.  Mantle quickly unloaded all the magazines until he had a sizable pile of exposed, glowing blue rods in front of him.  He knew they were incredibly unstable in this state.  He pulled a thermal grenade from a pouch on his belt. “This oughta make a decent fuse.”  Mantle pulled the pin and tapped in a 15 second delay.  He then tossed it into the center of the pile.
    Mantle picked up his carbine and sprinted as far away as he could get in 15 seconds.  He glanced at the countdown timer in his HUD.  3...2...1...
    Mantle dove under an overhanging rock as darkness suddenly turned to daylight around him.  WHABOOOM!!!!!! the soundwave of the blast suddenly reached him.  The ground trembled violently and the air was sucked out of his lungs.  He covered his head as debris rained down around him.  Suddenly it was dark again.  Mantle took a deep breath and crawled from his makeshift bomb shelter.
    A pillar of smoke and blue fire extended  hundreds of feet into the air, slowly forming into a mushroom shape.  Mantle whistled at the spectacle. 
    “The whole damn hemisphere will have seen that.” he said with a deep sense of pride inside of him.  His HUD suddenly pinged and a NAV point flashed on.
    “Now the good luck starts.” he said sarcastically shifting the weapon on his back to a more comfortable position.

lol that sucks you go through those pens wicked fast

lol thanks, im not really sure what "Jate" means but i'll take it as a compliment

lol i gotcha, thanks, so hows that sequal coming?

i just read that teaser, nice work

sweet! cant wait to see it

cool, ill go check my inbox, i'll be posting ch 8 soon.