Chapter 3: Oaths Sworn
My mind was racing as my eyes scanned through my scope doing a head count of the group that was patrolling right towards us, twelve heavily armored tangos was my count as I examined there make up. Eight stood out front in what I remembered being called carapace armor armed with all forms of melee weapons from clubs to even a chain axe. As for the four remaining in the rear they were sporting simple stub guns from what I could surmise, there pace was slow a leisurely walk. I glanced to my right to see jenkins working as fast as a one armed medic could getting the injector into this commissar's neck to get her woken up.
Looking back to the patrol I measured the distance, they were with in four hundred meters. I adjusted my scope and mentally prepared for what I would have to do, jenkins was to slow and even if she woke up I knew how these commissars were like. She would not retreat if she was the zealot kind, if she was the rational kind then our situation would be better. Looking back to jenkins the injector was in her neck and was pressed, a full minute ticked by in my mind and she had no response.
'not good' I thought, something was wrong with her for the adrenal shot not to wake her up like it did jenkins. I quickly brought my attention back to the patrol and noted they were still moving forward, three hundred seventy five meters now. I weighed the options I had, and no matter what I thought of it came down to only one. We could not retreat with my leg, we could not hide in the open like this, our only option was to fight. I sighed and rested my head forward breaking line of sight and closed eyes, Taking a deep breath I steaded my self and reminded my self were I was. This was not earth, this was not my home or world, this was the universe of war.
I opened my eyes and reminded my self that I swore an oath, and while the earth and country I remember are gone there is still one thing my oath stands for. I raised my head and sighted down my scope and readied my order to jenkins.
" Corporal jenkins you are to keep that women alive, You are to support me when you are finished." My words broke his panicked state of not knowing what to do. He looked to me and blinked nodding his head in recognition, "Yes sir." his answer was short but carried weight.
I then focused all my energy into what is to come next, I planned out how to pick this patrol apart. I sighted down placing the red chevron directly on the collarbone of the furthest ranged combatant, Taking a breath I held it in as I resolved my action. Then I tightened my trigger finger of my right hand, I felt the recoil hit my shoulder as I saw the bright piece of metal leave the end of my barrel.
my ears registered the impact before my eyes did, there was a wet cracking sound as I bore witness to the round impact his head entering through his noes leaving only a small hole. In no less then half a second the round exited the back of his skull pulling brain matter and skull fragments with it, all this happened in no more then two seconds. To the patrol it looked like there comrades head just exploded, they all were shocked looking at the crumpling body of there once alive member.
Even before they could register they were under attack I placed a second round on target, I aimed between the shoulder blades of the closest rebel that was examining there nearly headless friend. His neck exploded from the right side revealing the spinal cord that I nicked with the bullet, the sickening sound of flesh being torn apart hit my ears before the sight did. I saw him reach for his neck dropping his weapon in shock gurgling on his own blood that now painted most of his form and the street, he to collapsed I less then three seconds.
From the distance I finally saw that one of them was about to declare that they were under attack it was the third rifle man in the patrol, his head spun around to address his comrades and that is when I place another round into his open mouth. The recoil took the round off what I wanted to hit but the damage was worse then what I aimed for, the sight of his lower jaw imploding and then being dragged through the back of his neck was what graced me. The force nocked him off his feet unlike the others sending his dead body spiraling to the street, finally after seeing three of there unit die in no less then fifteen seconds did they begin to move.
The melee armed traitors looked in my general direction to find there supposed pray, while the final rifle man just began to try to scramble to cover. I did not give him the luxury to do so, quickly aiming for his center mass I had no time to adjust for recoil or movement. I put the round down range and was rewarded with the sight of seeing his left knee cap exploded sending him to the ground with a pained cry, I ended his misery by sending a round through the left side of his head. It concaved the left aide and ripped apart the right side as the round passed through, ending his attempt to try and crawl to cover.
Finally the eight remaining Zealots started there wrathful charge down the street, any burned out cars or turned over chimera transport were used as simple line of sight blockers. I started to asses which of the eight I need to eliminate first, Sighting up the chain axe user as a good choice I tracked him for ten meters before sending rounds down range. In quick succession three rounds were tapped out into his frame, the first impacted his stomach nearly halting his assault dead in its tracks. That only bought time for the second round to impact his upper stomach right in the diaphragm, his stomach sucked in to deeply and I saw him lurch forward. That then allowed the final round to impact his left breast punching a hole in his chest piece causing spider web cracks to form from The break, the round exited from the middle back at the angle of entry. Five dead, seven remained charging picking up speed, the distance was now three hundred ten meters and closing.
The pressure was on, and I dared no look to my right to check on jenkins. I sighted my next target followed his pattern, the idiot zig zag down the street to no avail. Two rounds found him on one of his pivot points when he tried to dodge, This time the first round landed center mass right in the chest poking a hole in the armor and causing a shower of gore to leave his back. The second round struck just to the right breaking off pieces of armor along the impact point, stumbling forward on his momentum he crashed face first into the pavement. Six down and six still standing, two hundred and eighty meters out, I adjusted my scope and stood up to get a better angle.
my next target was a rebel with a spear, who came up with a brilliant idea of wanting to throw it at my now standing form. He clearly did not think this idea through how ever as he was standing still out in the open, clearly forgetting what happened to his other buddies that actually had proper range weapons. Two rounds in a double tap found there mark, the first landed straight to the groin causing the pore bastard to cup his now bleeding groin and hunch forward. Thats when the second round its intended target, his forehead now had a finger sized hole in it causing his head to snap back. The sight would cause any man or women to cringe as he fell forward still covering his not non existent genitals, that made seven.
The last five became almost urged on by there fallen comrades to have there revenge, they limited the amount of time spent out in the open. I snapped my sights on the closest one he was now only two hundred and twenty five meters out, I breathed out a breath and aimed ahead of him to allow his momentum to cary his happy self into my round. Making sure I gave enough lead I let of two rounds, the first one impacted his right shoulder guard shattering it and causing him to stumble to the side. Unfortunately that caused my second round to be waisted impacting a concrete barricade removing a chunk off it, I snapped back to his form trying to regain his speed from two seconds ago. I place one more round into his torso right were the third and fourth ribs parted, I saw the crimson splash coat a recked car indicating it was a through and through. Regardless he still fell slouched against the vehicle, eight lay dead in no more then three minutes time.
The last four dove into cover, moving now only when I could not see them. I swept side to side, any movement I traced twice letting off a round only to nick there armor or graze them. They were closing now one hundred sixty meters now, I slowed my mind and analyzed the cover lay out in front of me. I followed the lines of burnt vehicles and concrete barricades in my mind setting up line of fire, I watched those areas only now ignoring any of there movement. One hundred ten meters, that is when the cover spaced out and gave me time to shoot accurately.
They all rushed in unison forcing me to choose, naturally I sighted on the fastest one of the four letting rounds. The first missed only grazing his thigh, the second how ever did not betray me. Landing in his left hip cause him to stumble and no blood spray indicated that it was lodged in a bone, that was all I need for the third shot to puncher his stomach. Blood gushed from the wound and that was what sent him to the ground holding his stomach in an attempt to survive. I tried to land another shot on another one of there ilk, all it managed to do was shatter his pauldron on his right arm.
I brought my scope back over the same target as he again rushed out of cover, I place my sight right over his chest and squeezed the trigger. A loud click resounded in my right ear, 'shit out' I thought in response to the fact My magazine was empty. Like a ray of hope at the fact that my mag was empty the three remaining zealots abandoned caution and redoubled there efforts, ignoring cover they rushed in the open gaining ground they were now sixty meters out and closing.
I removed my eye from my scope and looked to my right, jenkins was just finishing his removal of some device around the commissars neck that he missed on the first examination. Her eyes were just slowly opening there deep purple hues, neither of them could aptly defend them selves with jenkins missing an arm and the commissar just waking from her unconscious state.
That left me one option, the enemy could not make it to jenkins and this commissar. I sighed as I clicked the safety on, If my drill instructors knew what I was about to do they would ether skin me alive or get a hard on.
" I Stephan Alexander Allen, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the constitution of the united states against all enemy's, foreign or domestic" I unsheathed my K-Bar bringing the blade up to the muzzle of my riffle, normal SCAR-H rifles have longer barrels for more rang mine how ever was a cut down light weight version for air born units.
"That I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same." I heard the click of my K-bar lock into place as I brought my rifle across my chest. They were forty meters out now sprinting at full bore, there battle cries reaching my ears faintly.
" And that I will obey the orders of the president of the United States, and the orders of the officers appointed over me." I readied my rifle placing left foot on top of the sand bag emplacement, I looked over to the two souls that I have saved with a stoic face to cover my inner panic.
" According to Regulations and the uniform code of military justice." jenkins was both aw struck and was about to try and stop me, while the commissar was just starting to feel the adrenaline hit her system. Even so I could see it in her eyes she wanted to help, to fight what ever I was about to meet head on.
"So help me God!" I yell the last part of the oath of service I took pushing off with my left foot launching my self over cover began to charge the three zealots head on. I couldn't feel the pain in my right leg as my adrenal glads went into over drive, I sprinted forward to meet the closest on coming zealot. I don't remember when I started to to yell my battle cry but it was let loose and I could see the shock in the eyes of the enemy as I rushed twords them.
I raised my rifle as I closed into to my first enemy, the man was using a crude club of sorts to beat his victims to death with. It was lift over his head as he charged to meet me, he was going to bring it down on my head. I was faster though as my trained kicked it up a notch, I ducked and dodge to the left and lowered my rifles spear like tip to be even with his stomach. Then I thrusted forward with every ounce of strength I had.
crimson blood splattered from the knife tip piercing through his stomach all the way to the hilt, I saw a bulge form on his lower back from my K-bar going all the way through him. His upper half carried on with his momentum while his lower half was halted from my charge, I glance to the side to see blood pouring out of his mouth. A sixth sense kicked in and told me to look to my left and I followed its directions, and I saw the second zealot closing in on me thinking he could use his buddies misfortune to get a clean kill.
He was wrong how ever as I slid my right foot behind me and pivoted a hundred eighty degrees ripping my rifles bayonet side ways out of my first enemy, blood and organs spilled out of the pore bastard I ran through. Bringing my fully body in to the pivot I aimed the butt of my rifles stock right twords his ugly fave, I saw the shock in it when he realized I was some easy pray. It did not last long though as my Rifles butt made impact with his noes first crushing it, his own momentum brought his pore face deeper into my stock and forced his head back making him go full horizontal in mid air. He land Hard flat on his back winding him self while also gaging on his own blood.
I did not relax how ever, I knew there was three in total and my hearing did not fail me. He was coming behind me, I pivoted again to meet his attack which was an over head swing. It was some form of sledge hammer that was brought down twords me, reacting on instinct I brought my rifle up to block. The two weapons met and the force caused me to go to a kneeling position, breath was forced out of me as our two weapons shook. I made eye contact with my assailant and his black crazed eyes strained with the effort to keep me down, we grunted as we forced each other to give.
Then Red flash of light streaked past right above my head and impacted the unprotected shoulder of this Rebel, the smell of burt flesh and blood filled my noes and I felt the weight lesson and shift. I took the opportunity shoved his weapon to my left causing him to stumble and loos his stance, then gripping the grip of my rifle I brought my right elbow in to the side of his left knee. A resounding crack escaped his leg as it bent at an unnatural angle forcing him to clasps forward flat on the street, I waisted not a second to bring the point of bayonet into the swell of his back forcing it to the hilt. He cried out in agony as I wrenched my weapon up his back and finally out, blood soak my K-bar and the street around me.
I breathed a sigh as I stood up and glance back to the cover I charged from, standing with las pistol raised was jenkins and resting against the cover was the commissar. Her eyes were full of what I could guess was approval, and jenkins was smiling all the while. A groan alerted me to the man that took my rifle butt to the face, he was trying to crawl away.
I sighed and walked over to him forcing him onto his back with my foot, he groaned again and fear laced his eyes at seeing me. I looked down at him with a mixer of annoyance and sadness, I couldn't let him live know what universe I got dropped into "Sorry buddy, you should stade in bed" I quiped. Left with no choice I resolved my will and brought my good leg up and pivoted with my bad one bring my left down into a curb stomp, He made some form of fearful gurgled cry before the treads of my left boot ended the noes. The sound of skull breaking and flesh squishing made me want to vomit, but luckily I had yet to eat.
Lifting my left foot I tried to scrap off what was left of his head off my boot onto a piece of burnt out car, with some success I got my self into a better mood and hobbled back the sand bag emplacement.
Staring right at the now standing commissar I wanted to make a good first impression, "Morning sunshine did you sleep well?" I half ask and half joked. She did not answer immediately instead she just stared at me with a blank 'what?' face like I just said something in a different language.
'maybe I should have not started with a joke' I lamented with an internal sigh.
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