"Jester" Down

[Cameron Huxley]

March 11th, 2011
1115 Hours (11:15 AM)

Cameron walked along the red bricked sidewalk of the campus of the University of Southern California or USC. The large buildings and shade of the trees made the scene serene almost. Minus the thuds of bombs and explosions rocking LA in the background the soft breeze made it feel peaceful, but Cameron knew better.

"Farley, Beckett fan out left. Meier, Tracker fan right. Gunny, orders are to clear the Rose Bowl and all civvies from the area so we can create a secondary operation base on the field. I went to this glorious college before I joined the corps." he turned back to Farley and winked, "Im edumicated." he laughed and turned back to Gunny "Anyways, we head about 2 clicks north through Mueller Hall and we will land at the base of the Rose Bowl.

"Stay Frosty, marines. We may be looking to kill some fuckin metal heads but there are a lot of civvies still wandering around these halls. Stay Frosty but stay vigilant. Im not gonna lose a marine over a pothead."

[Noah Alexander Riter]

Noah was having the time of his life up in the air providing the sweet air support he knew the soldiers on the ground loved. He flew in and around buildings, and dropped his payload all over the enemy postions once he was given the coordinates. His wingmen were returning to base after taking a clip from an alien fighter and Noah was just about to follow when the same fighter accompanied by a friend was spotted coming straight at him.

Without thinking Noah performed a complex barrel roll, and went supersonic at the skyline, so as not to hit and buildings however the fighters gained on him, and instead of continuing his run he decided to TRY and take one out with him. He knew the fighters were far to advanced fot him to shoot down and as such figured a plan out. He executed a tight loop, and headed straight for the lead fighter which promptly fired and took his wing out without him being able to fire any type of missle.

He cussed out the aliens and cursed the positon he was in, but knew he needed to inform any ground troops of his position.

"To any units available this is Jester two-nine going down hard in the Pasadena area, I repeat Mayday, mayday. Jester two-nine going down in the Pasadena area, mayday, may-" Static filled the line as a great boom echoed around the area, and a great cloud of dust emitted from a clearing that was surrounded by large buildings.

[Cameron Huxley]

Cameron had just finished moving his eyes back to his weapon's sights when an explosion sounded closer than the rest. Cameron moved his eyes up but he could not see the sky because of the trees that lines the sidewalk in front of Mueller Hall. Cameron started to back peddle as he checked the sky from an area in a patch of grass and he saw the jet on fire.

"Eyes up!" he barked to his men. He then heard the call come out to his radioman's set. He ran to the man's side and grabbed the radio, "Jester two-nine, this is Lance Corporal Huxley of the 3rd Marines, we hear your transmission and have a visual on your craft, BAIL OUT BAIL OUT!" he yelled the last of the message as he watched the fighter jet getting closer to the ground on the USC campus.

He turned his attention to Gunny and the others "Looks like things just got a little more interesting."

[Landin Farley]

Landin was following his unit and keeping his eyes peeled as he scanned the surrounding area with his sights. He wasn't the only one that heard the fighter fighitng above him, and he surely wasn't the only one who wanted to watch the firefight but he resisted the urge and continued forward. Then he heard the radio going off, and the mayday alert could be heard throughout the unit. He looked to Cameron who nodded, and Landin was quickly sprinting towards the area that the plane went down at.

He didn't go far, he didn't want to get yelled at for endangering lives without orders or being rash so he waited for the Gunny's permission to continue forward, and find that pilot.

[Sam Mitchell]

The blond led her team around the campus, making sure to secure the rooftops as well. Who knew those damn alien fucks could jump from rooftop to rooftop like goddamn spider-man? Just as her Corporal Huxley was giving out directions to her Marines, a fighter jet crashed into one of the alien's aircraft, taking out the airman's wing. ''Shit.'' Sam was fumbling with her radio, but Cameron had already beat her to it as he urged the airman to bail out of his plane.

Sam nodded at Huxley. ''Tell him to parachute near the school, we'll put up a safe parameter for him.''

Cameron nodded and clicked his radio on. ''Jester-two-nine, get yourself in a safe position and parachute down to us, we'll create a safe parameter for your extraction. Over and out.'' The corporal clicked his radio off and saluted his Gunny, telling the blonde that her request had been executed.

''Farley!'' Sam called out as she grabbed herself a flare from the many picket in her tactical vest. She walked near the entrance of the school and opened it up, letting fall on the ground so it would be visible to Jester-two-nine. She let her blue eyes fall on the Combat Medic. ''Get your supplies ready, we might have a trauma on our hands.'' The blonde then looked around at her Marines. ''Secure that entrance, I don't want anything coming in or getting out. Understood?''