Post by David on Aug 10, 2012 19:58:13 GMT -6
Sgt. Bakers BIG Adventure! (Part 1.)
Starring: Sgt. Baker, Sgt. Forge
(This shows how Baker was promoted)
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It was a cold sunny day out on the plains of Harvest. The fields were littered with wreckages of ‘Hogs and Covenant ghosts, their twisted hulks still smoldering after last nights battle.
They had attacked during the middle of the night. Sgt. Baker was sleeping peacefully in bed with his favorite nighttime snuggle toy Betsy, His M6D pistol that he kept for emergency situations.
He had bolted awake at the first siren, Hearing muffled thumps as explosions rocked the outside of the bunker. Jumping out of bed, he slid quickly into his combat fatigues, grabbed ‘Betsy’ and ran up the steps to the main floor of the bunker.
What he saw was sheer horror. The Covenant had already been slowly wearing down their defenses, and now he saw 6 wraith tanks converging on the bunker. His feet felt like two lead weights, He had never seen this much destructive force in one place before. What was more frightning was the fact that he saw a scarab behind the wraiths.
Suddenly a strong hand clasped onto his shoulder and dragged him towards the rear exit of the bunker. “Do you want to stay and die marine?” Barked Forge, his face illuminated by the fierce green glow of the scarab.
“N...n... No sir!” stammered Baker, his face turning red, clashing with the green.
“C’Mon then!” growled Forge, his voice softening a bit. Nodding, Baker followed Forge to a Guass hog that was parked outside. Jumping in the drivers seat, Baker hit the ignition switch while Forge activated the guass cannon.
“FLOOR IT!” Screamed Forge, and Baker looked in the rearview and saw why. A big blob of plasma was released by a wraith and was heading for them!
Gunning the ‘Hog, Baker fishtailed out of the compound, gravel flying from beneath the tires, The plasma blob hitting where they had just been. They ramped up a small hill and flew about 5 feet in the air before landing hard on the field and speeding out into the unknown.
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Baker had been now driving for 7 hours. He wanted to put as much distance between the now burning base and themselves as possible. His heart was pounding, it was much too close of a call for his liking and it left him rattled. What did they expect of him? Fresh out of boot and thrown against these monsters. What chance did a man like Baker have.
“You alright marine?” asked Forge from the back. “You look a little rattled”
“No sir, i’m fine.” lied Baker, hoping that he would sound tough.
“No your not, don’t lie to me. You don’t lie well.” replied Forge, laughing a little. “Son, your hands and your posture give it away. Your gripping the steering wheel so hard I’m afraid its going to snap off and your posture is ramrod stiff. Relax Marine. Thats an order.”
“Y...Yes sir... sorry sir.” replied Baker, feeling a little stupid thinking he could fool a man like Forge.
“It’s ok. I get it. You wanted to sound tough. Don’t be afraid of your feelings. Use them. Hone them. They will serve you well.” replied Forge. “Ok. two more clicks and we’ll be at the fallout point.”
Nodding, Baker kept driving on. The sun was just starting to crest the plains when they pulled up to the fallback point, a decripid looking building that looked like it had been through better days.
“Pull up in there” said Forge, pointing towards a hanger looking section.
Nodding, Baker pulled the ‘Hog up to the hanger and went inside. The inside was suprisingly well kept despite the outside look. Also of note was a set of solid steel doors that were embedded into the far wall attached the side of the building.
Jumping off the gunners seat, Forge strode up to the doors and pressed his hands to an apparent palm reader and retinal scanner. After the door verified his retina and palm print, the doors opened and Forge waved Baker forward.
Getting out of the ‘Hog, Baker slowly walked up to the doors and what he saw before him made his jaw drop in awe.
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Before Bakers eye’s were a host of things. Weapons racks filled the left side of the room, while the right hand side sported med kits, food, water and other neccessitys. Even a bunk for the soldiers. Everything they could have needed was in there.
“Pretty impressive eh?” Forge said, Smirking at Bakers expression.
“Uh.... Yea” was Bakers reply, still taking in the room.
Laughing, Forge stode over to the radio that was sitting in the back right corner of the room and sat down at the chair.
“Forge to Spirit of Fire, Do you read?” said Forge.
“This is Cutter. Status.” was the curt reply.
“Alpha is down. Bastards ambushed us in the middle of the night. Requesting backup to retake.” replied Forge.
“Affirmative. Regroup with survivors and wait for my instructions.” was the reply. “Cutter over and out”
Nodding, Forge got up and looked at Baker. “You gonna stand there marine or you gonna come in?”
Shaking his head, Baker double timed down the ramp and took a seat on one of the bunks. Sighing, he threw down his pistol and lied down on the bed. It had been a taxing night. Ten seconds later, he was out.
Starring: Sgt. Baker, Sgt. Forge
(This shows how Baker was promoted)
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It was a cold sunny day out on the plains of Harvest. The fields were littered with wreckages of ‘Hogs and Covenant ghosts, their twisted hulks still smoldering after last nights battle.
They had attacked during the middle of the night. Sgt. Baker was sleeping peacefully in bed with his favorite nighttime snuggle toy Betsy, His M6D pistol that he kept for emergency situations.
He had bolted awake at the first siren, Hearing muffled thumps as explosions rocked the outside of the bunker. Jumping out of bed, he slid quickly into his combat fatigues, grabbed ‘Betsy’ and ran up the steps to the main floor of the bunker.
What he saw was sheer horror. The Covenant had already been slowly wearing down their defenses, and now he saw 6 wraith tanks converging on the bunker. His feet felt like two lead weights, He had never seen this much destructive force in one place before. What was more frightning was the fact that he saw a scarab behind the wraiths.
Suddenly a strong hand clasped onto his shoulder and dragged him towards the rear exit of the bunker. “Do you want to stay and die marine?” Barked Forge, his face illuminated by the fierce green glow of the scarab.
“N...n... No sir!” stammered Baker, his face turning red, clashing with the green.
“C’Mon then!” growled Forge, his voice softening a bit. Nodding, Baker followed Forge to a Guass hog that was parked outside. Jumping in the drivers seat, Baker hit the ignition switch while Forge activated the guass cannon.
“FLOOR IT!” Screamed Forge, and Baker looked in the rearview and saw why. A big blob of plasma was released by a wraith and was heading for them!
Gunning the ‘Hog, Baker fishtailed out of the compound, gravel flying from beneath the tires, The plasma blob hitting where they had just been. They ramped up a small hill and flew about 5 feet in the air before landing hard on the field and speeding out into the unknown.
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Baker had been now driving for 7 hours. He wanted to put as much distance between the now burning base and themselves as possible. His heart was pounding, it was much too close of a call for his liking and it left him rattled. What did they expect of him? Fresh out of boot and thrown against these monsters. What chance did a man like Baker have.
“You alright marine?” asked Forge from the back. “You look a little rattled”
“No sir, i’m fine.” lied Baker, hoping that he would sound tough.
“No your not, don’t lie to me. You don’t lie well.” replied Forge, laughing a little. “Son, your hands and your posture give it away. Your gripping the steering wheel so hard I’m afraid its going to snap off and your posture is ramrod stiff. Relax Marine. Thats an order.”
“Y...Yes sir... sorry sir.” replied Baker, feeling a little stupid thinking he could fool a man like Forge.
“It’s ok. I get it. You wanted to sound tough. Don’t be afraid of your feelings. Use them. Hone them. They will serve you well.” replied Forge. “Ok. two more clicks and we’ll be at the fallout point.”
Nodding, Baker kept driving on. The sun was just starting to crest the plains when they pulled up to the fallback point, a decripid looking building that looked like it had been through better days.
“Pull up in there” said Forge, pointing towards a hanger looking section.
Nodding, Baker pulled the ‘Hog up to the hanger and went inside. The inside was suprisingly well kept despite the outside look. Also of note was a set of solid steel doors that were embedded into the far wall attached the side of the building.
Jumping off the gunners seat, Forge strode up to the doors and pressed his hands to an apparent palm reader and retinal scanner. After the door verified his retina and palm print, the doors opened and Forge waved Baker forward.
Getting out of the ‘Hog, Baker slowly walked up to the doors and what he saw before him made his jaw drop in awe.
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Before Bakers eye’s were a host of things. Weapons racks filled the left side of the room, while the right hand side sported med kits, food, water and other neccessitys. Even a bunk for the soldiers. Everything they could have needed was in there.
“Pretty impressive eh?” Forge said, Smirking at Bakers expression.
“Uh.... Yea” was Bakers reply, still taking in the room.
Laughing, Forge stode over to the radio that was sitting in the back right corner of the room and sat down at the chair.
“Forge to Spirit of Fire, Do you read?” said Forge.
“This is Cutter. Status.” was the curt reply.
“Alpha is down. Bastards ambushed us in the middle of the night. Requesting backup to retake.” replied Forge.
“Affirmative. Regroup with survivors and wait for my instructions.” was the reply. “Cutter over and out”
Nodding, Forge got up and looked at Baker. “You gonna stand there marine or you gonna come in?”
Shaking his head, Baker double timed down the ramp and took a seat on one of the bunks. Sighing, he threw down his pistol and lied down on the bed. It had been a taxing night. Ten seconds later, he was out.
