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| - "Beachhead secured, Commander. Hostile anti-air has been neutralized." he said through the comms. "Hold position, I'm on my way. Shipmaster, begin diversionary bombardment." Commander Keyes responded. As the Commander issued orders to the group, Cook walked down the hill towards a small clearing, where the commander eventually dropped off a Warthog, Mongoose, and a Marine. "Nice one, Corporal!" Cook shouted as the group rolled forward and down the hill. "Wraith!" the Marine warned as it fired a plasma mortar onto their position. Fortunately, they were fast enough to get away in time.
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| - "Beachhead secured, Commander. Hostile anti-air has been neutralized." he said through the comms. "Hold position, I'm on my way. Shipmaster, begin diversionary bombardment." Commander Keyes responded. As the Commander issued orders to the group, Cook walked down the hill towards a small clearing, where the commander eventually dropped off a Warthog, Mongoose, and a Marine. Cook agreed to take the Mongoose while the Chief would take the three other ODSTs and the Warthog. Cook climbed into the passenger seat and the Marine got onto the back. After loading up, the group rolled forward and up a steep hill, where they found a Shade turret. Corporal Wallace, who was on the Warthog's turret, gunned it down in a matter of seconds before turning it onto the infantry guarding it. Within seconds, the position was cleared, and the group continued up the hill. Once they reached the top, a pair of Ghosts were parked around a few rocks. One Grunt hopped into his, but the other didn't make it to his before he was cut down. The other Ghost fired a burst of plasma into the Warthog before the Grunt was killed and the Ghost deactivated. "Nice one, Corporal!" Cook shouted as the group rolled forward and down the hill. "Wraith!" the Marine warned as it fired a plasma mortar onto their position. Fortunately, they were fast enough to get away in time. They moved down the hill and into the fray, where they found there was also a Shade turret laying down heavy fire. Cook realized his chances weren't good, and he might as well would just draw the Wraith's fire. He pushed the Mongoose forward, running almost alongside the Wraith, taking heavy fire. He was hoping the Chief and the other two would ride up behind it and hit it in the back. Suddenly, a Wraith mortar soared through the air, landing no more than a meter behind them. The Mongoose was knocked forward, and both occupants screamed. The next moment, Cook was on the ground. He pushed himself up and looked around, seeing the mangled, unrecognizable body of the Marine. He grabbed his BR55 and looked to his right to find the Warthog dancing around with the Wraith and two Prowlers that had joined the battle. Cook was still in the fight, however, and he intended to stay in it. He ran forward towards the Wraith as its turret gunner followed the Warthog, firing. He landed four direct hits on the Brute's head, killing it and leaving the Wraith without an effective close defense. He then focused his attention onto one of the Prowlers, blindly firing at its gunner. But this gunner was a lot stronger, and fired a large burst of plasma straight into Cook, sending him sprawling to the ground. In desperate, last ditch effort, he manage to pull a grenade from his belt, pulled the pin, and the tossed it underneath the Wraith a few meters away from him. It exploded, gutting the already wounded Wraith, sending plasma and debris everywhere. Cook managed to smile as he succumbed to his wounds and was engulfed by plasma. ____________________________________________________________________________________ 1st Lieutenant James O'Neill sat in a Pelican, coordinating his platoon's movements, when a transmission entered into his helmet. "We have a KIA," Corporal Wallace's voice crackled through. Solemnly, O'Neill asked, "Who?" "Master Sergeant Cook, sir." O'Neill froze. His best friend was gone. He was silent for a full 30 seconds before asking, "Can you retrieve his body?" "We can't find it, sir. We assume it was disintegrated." By this point, O'Neill was holding back tears. "C-continue with the mission." he said, his voice shaking. He took his helmet off and put his head in his hands. Those Covie bastards are going to pay., he thought.
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