User:Demakhis/Tales of the CAF/Victory Comes with a Price

Chapter 1
Corporal 077 stared at the three privates standing across the room from him, his personal bodyguards. Ever since the war had start between Halo Fanon and Star Wars Fanon the higher raning members of the CAF one of the divisions of the country Halo Fanons army. Star Wars Fanon had crossed the border of the two countries and had taken some of the western plains, which were under the guard of the 1st Non-Canon Friendly Brigade commanded by Ajax 13. Unfortunately Ajax 13 had been a spy for the country Bungie which, bordered both Halo Fanon and SW Fanon and had taken sides with SW fanon. Halopedia had tried as hard as they could to get troops into Halo fanon, but transports were being cut off as SW fanon troops attacked the convoys with tanks. 077 thought about this for a long moment and looked over to his three privates, chewie, 118 and Killer 007. They had served him well through the war and know what would become of them if SW fanon took the rest of the country.

“Tell me guys, would you give your life for me?” asked 077 heaving the heavy machine gun into his arms and gunfire started outside.

“Always sir,” replied Killer 007 as he picked up the MP5 off the floor and pointed it at the door.

“Then you’d get ready to,” said 077 as 150mm tank shell impacted against the door of the warehouse, sending red-hot pieces of metal flying everywhere. 077 pointed the SAW FN MINIMI at the door as Spec Ops troops from the 5th Clone Trooper Regiment charged in holding MP7s and P90s. 077 gun went a blaze brining down at least four Spec Ops before the turned and returned fire. Several 4.6x30mm rounds punched into 077’s legs causing him to fall. The Privates in the corner hefted their mismatched weapons, an AK-47, MP5 and a MAC 11. They began to fire, but chewie and Killer 007 were cut down in the hail of fire from the P90s leaving 118 only behind cover holding the MAC 11 beside him, his other arm hanging useless at his side, dripping blood. 077 propped the gun onto of his cover and tossed a Smoke grenade pulling down the trigger of his gun at the same time.

“Get out of here!” he yelled to deaf ears as his bullets pinged of the metal of the warehouse walls. The Spec Ops troops dived from cover threw the smoke and one landed next to 118. 118 grabbed the soldier and pulled the trigger of his MAC 11. Twenty small rounds plunged into the soldier’s stomach, in the first second of the trigger being held. 118 emptied the gun into the Spec Ops soldier and he threw the empty MAC 11 and picked up the P90. It had a Red dot sight and he hid there waiting for the smoke to clear.

077 turned his attention to the tank outside right as it started to fire its chain gun towards the corner where the privates hide. The sound off bullets impacting on flesh was to much for 077 to handle and he drop the now empty SAW and drew his UCP firing several rounds into the smoke, hearing and satisfying clunk as the bullets found their mark he brought the gun back to his hip and ran up the stairs leading out of the room he was in.

He entered the next room and saw the Battalion he was in charge of being beaten back to the warehouse by the tanks and Spec ops soldiers of the 5th Clone Trooper Regiment, They had not yet promoted him, but he was in charge of this Battalion and their safety.

“Fall Back!” he yelled and the troops tossed Smoke grenades on the ground and turned tail and ran. 150mm shells and GAU-8 Avenger 30mm rounds plunged into the small warehouse. 077 himself jumped out of a window to escape.

“501 call in the air strike on my position, now!” 077 yelled as the smoke started to thin and The Spec Ops troops began to fire on the retreating force.

“Roger that, we are coming in on the Tangos,” said the head of the 112th Bomber Squadron, 501. The planes zoomed over head and then the explosives hti and the sound of the planes reached 077’s ears. The blast totally wiped out the warehouse, but failed to destroy all the tanks.

“501 we still have Tangos,” said 077.

“We will try to circle round hold tight,” said 501 as his planes made and wide turn. The tanks had already sited the small group of soldiers and were taking aim, ignoring the small arms fire form the group. Three tanks in total where left and then something caught 077’s eye.

“Can that circle about, DMKs got it covered,” said 077 into the radio as three packs of C4 exploded destroying the top of the tanks. Twelve of the CAFs own Spec Ops troops jumped into the open tanks, making sure everyone was dead. Demakhis walked up to 077 who saluted to the First Lieutenant.

“At ease, did you do all this?” asked Demakhis pointing at the torn down factory.

“Nah, you can thank 501 for doing that,” replied 077 dropping his hand and putting his gun into the holster.

“Come, we have to report to G-23, we may have stopped this advance, but the 9th Armor Battalion, is up against the best armor units SW Fanon can offer down at Blood Gluch,” said Demakhis as the walked back to the APCs which were waiting for them at the next road, 2 km away.