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Deneb H8, AD 4430
Four young Itani sat together in the back of a small shuttle perched on the rear docking bay of a B-Class Divinian Cruiser. They stayed quiet, as did an older Itani who stood at the front of the ship. Next to him was the pilot, who would not stop talking.
"First drop? You couldn't be in better hands. I've run so many of these I don't even use flight assist anymore! It's no biggie. We'll fly down, I'll open the door, and when I'm low enough you just jump out."
"Thank you, for explaining that," broke in the older man, glaring. "Because Command just sent us out here with no briefing at all, of course. And throughout all my years of service, I have never understood what an "Air Drop" was. You really cleared that up for me. And of course my boys never learned a thing about parachuting during these years of training they just went through. So, really, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for enlightening us."
The pilot's face reddened. "Of course. So, um, then this is their first mission?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
"We'll just say they aren't cocky enough to be shutting off any assist programs just yet."
The comm buzzed, and an authoritative voice saved the pilot from further humiliation. "We have entered an orbit around Onia. The docking bay is open. Shuttles are cleared for launch."
"Here we go..." muttered the pilot, pulling a level and slapping some buttons. The ship lurched, and the standing Itani clasped the handhold just above his head. The four behind him nervously grabbed the ER-18 machine guns at their feet.
The shuttle lifted, and slid out of the Cruiser's docking bay. Through the rear windows the Itani in back could see a number of other, similar ships taking off as well. "Good luck," came the voice through the comm.
"Don't need it," whispered the pilot. He turned to the standing man next to him. "We're entering atmo in eight seconds, Captain. You may want to take a seat."
"I'll be fine," replied the Captain, eyes focused on the approaching planet.
The ship rumbled as it entered Onia's atmosphere, and a red glow became apparent through the windows. As the ship moved further towards the planet's surface, dusty clouds began to obscure the view.
"We're under the atmosphere," called the pilot so all could hear. "Just gotta get out of this cloud, then an easy ride now to the-"
Another shuttle, just visible in front of them through the cloud, exploded with a roar. The pilot cursed as the debris smashed against his ship.
"What was that?" cried an Itani from the back.
"Nothing, they probably just screwed something up," yelled the pilot in a tone much louder and more high pitched than the situation he envisioned called for. An audible rumbling all around discredited this story, as well as the frequent flashes of light visible ahead in the cloud. "Should be almost out of this dust now," said the pilot quietly.
The ship emerged from the cloud in time to see a missile speed past them, right into another shuttle behind them. "Shit!" cried the pilot. "No one said anything about a hot drop zone!" Rockets, explosions, and the colorful plasma as shot from energy weapons littered the skies, and the faint outline of Serco Anti-Air guns was visible on the planet's surface. "No one said anything about Anti-Air!" screamed the pilot as he rolled the shuttle to the left of an approaching rocket.
"Are you guys buckled in!?" yelled the captain to the Itani behind him.
"Yes sir!" they all shouted back, except for one.
"No sir!" squealed the youngest Itani. "I don't know where my belt is!"
"It's under the goddamn seat, get it on right now!" said the Captain with quiet urgency. He put his hand on the pilot's shoulder, and for the first time took his eyes off the front window to look at the man at the helm. "Forget the mission. Find us a landing zone."
"No problem!" responded the pilot franticly. "Where do you think is best, right next to the Serco ground troops or just behind their tanks!?"
"Just bring us closer to the surface, you'll find a spot."
Four young Itani sat together in the back of a small shuttle perched on the rear docking bay of a B-Class Divinian Cruiser. They stayed quiet, as did an older Itani who stood at the front of the ship. Next to him was the pilot, who would not stop talking.
"First drop? You couldn't be in better hands. I've run so many of these I don't even use flight assist anymore! It's no biggie. We'll fly down, I'll open the door, and when I'm low enough you just jump out."
"Thank you, for explaining that," broke in the older man, glaring. "Because Command just sent us out here with no briefing at all, of course. And throughout all my years of service, I have never understood what an "Air Drop" was. You really cleared that up for me. And of course my boys never learned a thing about parachuting during these years of training they just went through. So, really, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for enlightening us."
The pilot's face reddened. "Of course. So, um, then this is their first mission?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
"We'll just say they aren't cocky enough to be shutting off any assist programs just yet."
The comm buzzed, and an authoritative voice saved the pilot from further humiliation. "We have entered an orbit around Onia. The docking bay is open. Shuttles are cleared for launch."
"Here we go..." muttered the pilot, pulling a level and slapping some buttons. The ship lurched, and the standing Itani clasped the handhold just above his head. The four behind him nervously grabbed the ER-18 machine guns at their feet.
The shuttle lifted, and slid out of the Cruiser's docking bay. Through the rear windows the Itani in back could see a number of other, similar ships taking off as well. "Good luck," came the voice through the comm.
"Don't need it," whispered the pilot. He turned to the standing man next to him. "We're entering atmo in eight seconds, Captain. You may want to take a seat."
"I'll be fine," replied the Captain, eyes focused on the approaching planet.
The ship rumbled as it entered Onia's atmosphere, and a red glow became apparent through the windows. As the ship moved further towards the planet's surface, dusty clouds began to obscure the view.
"We're under the atmosphere," called the pilot so all could hear. "Just gotta get out of this cloud, then an easy ride now to the-"
Another shuttle, just visible in front of them through the cloud, exploded with a roar. The pilot cursed as the debris smashed against his ship.
"What was that?" cried an Itani from the back.
"Nothing, they probably just screwed something up," yelled the pilot in a tone much louder and more high pitched than the situation he envisioned called for. An audible rumbling all around discredited this story, as well as the frequent flashes of light visible ahead in the cloud. "Should be almost out of this dust now," said the pilot quietly.
The ship emerged from the cloud in time to see a missile speed past them, right into another shuttle behind them. "Shit!" cried the pilot. "No one said anything about a hot drop zone!" Rockets, explosions, and the colorful plasma as shot from energy weapons littered the skies, and the faint outline of Serco Anti-Air guns was visible on the planet's surface. "No one said anything about Anti-Air!" screamed the pilot as he rolled the shuttle to the left of an approaching rocket.
"Are you guys buckled in!?" yelled the captain to the Itani behind him.
"Yes sir!" they all shouted back, except for one.
"No sir!" squealed the youngest Itani. "I don't know where my belt is!"
"It's under the goddamn seat, get it on right now!" said the Captain with quiet urgency. He put his hand on the pilot's shoulder, and for the first time took his eyes off the front window to look at the man at the helm. "Forget the mission. Find us a landing zone."
"No problem!" responded the pilot franticly. "Where do you think is best, right next to the Serco ground troops or just behind their tanks!?"
"Just bring us closer to the surface, you'll find a spot."
Terra II, AD 2652
Derek Tenz stepped onto the large box just in front of him, using it as a boost to climb into the fourteen-foot tall mechanized suit. He smiled as he settled into the padded seat, glancing at the customized control system he had implemented. He had started with the standard military mech suit, and (following orders) had modified it to include environmental protection allowing NML Combat outside the relatively safe domes. But this isn't what made it special. Six Itani around him in the large warehouse they resided in were climbing into their own suits with similar modifications. The reason Tenz grinned was because of the Organ Gun rocket launcher strapped to the back of the suit, the four foot long, one foot wide retractable blades installed on the suit's arms, the industrial strength fan and filter that replaced the cheap low-quality standard one. Along with the military-provided shoulder gatling guns, foot-thrusters allowing limited hovering, and three inch thick armor, this mech suit was one of the most impressive in the entire Itani army. If all soldiers were given such magnificent killing machines the Serco would not even think about causing further trouble in their Itani-occupied cities.
"We're leaving in five minutes," called Tenz to the men behind him. He flexed his suit, jumping lightly. As the metal hit the floor again, a slight rumble shook the room they stood in.
"Sir, could you hold it a second?" asked one of the Itani angrily. "I'm trying to get this thing re-calibrated since Morgan screwed with it."
"No can do, Pete." replied Tenz, still smiling. He jumped again. "You've got three minutes."
"I'm sorry my instincts are so quick that I need heightened sensitivity!" laughed back Morgan.
Pete's console made a number of beeps as he hurriedly banged a few more keys.
"You still claim not to know what the mission is?" asked James, of Tenz.
"Still," he said.
"Because you're pretty heavily armed for what may turn out to be a routine scouting bit."
"Be prepared, son."
"Who're you calling son? He's a year older than you!?" chimed in Darrell.
"Just looking at rank, I could be a grandpa to all of you. And maybe even a great grandpa to you, Mason, you damn rookie!"
"Sir yes sir!" cried Mason, trying to salute Tenz in his suit. The large metal arm swung up against the top of the suit with a crack and Mason nearly fell on his back.
"Damn rookie," echoed Gage.
"Time's up Pete!" called Tenz.
"I'm not done!"
"Doesn't matter, time's up. Our briefing is waiting. You can finish up while we walk."
"Sir, do you know how impossible that is?"
"C'mon Pete," laughed Tenz, moving towards the door. "It's just a little adversity. And as you surely know, from adversity springs fun-versity!"
"What does that mean? Do I need to know it?" whispered Mason to Gage as they followed Tenz out.
"Doesn't mean shit," grinned Gage. "I've been hearing him say that for years and still have no clue what it's supposed to mean, nor why he's adopted such a stupid phrase as his trademark.
Tenz and five of his soldiers exited the warehouse, and a few seconds later, after a final "beep" Pete followed.
Derek Tenz stepped onto the large box just in front of him, using it as a boost to climb into the fourteen-foot tall mechanized suit. He smiled as he settled into the padded seat, glancing at the customized control system he had implemented. He had started with the standard military mech suit, and (following orders) had modified it to include environmental protection allowing NML Combat outside the relatively safe domes. But this isn't what made it special. Six Itani around him in the large warehouse they resided in were climbing into their own suits with similar modifications. The reason Tenz grinned was because of the Organ Gun rocket launcher strapped to the back of the suit, the four foot long, one foot wide retractable blades installed on the suit's arms, the industrial strength fan and filter that replaced the cheap low-quality standard one. Along with the military-provided shoulder gatling guns, foot-thrusters allowing limited hovering, and three inch thick armor, this mech suit was one of the most impressive in the entire Itani army. If all soldiers were given such magnificent killing machines the Serco would not even think about causing further trouble in their Itani-occupied cities.
"We're leaving in five minutes," called Tenz to the men behind him. He flexed his suit, jumping lightly. As the metal hit the floor again, a slight rumble shook the room they stood in.
"Sir, could you hold it a second?" asked one of the Itani angrily. "I'm trying to get this thing re-calibrated since Morgan screwed with it."
"No can do, Pete." replied Tenz, still smiling. He jumped again. "You've got three minutes."
"I'm sorry my instincts are so quick that I need heightened sensitivity!" laughed back Morgan.
Pete's console made a number of beeps as he hurriedly banged a few more keys.
"You still claim not to know what the mission is?" asked James, of Tenz.
"Still," he said.
"Because you're pretty heavily armed for what may turn out to be a routine scouting bit."
"Be prepared, son."
"Who're you calling son? He's a year older than you!?" chimed in Darrell.
"Just looking at rank, I could be a grandpa to all of you. And maybe even a great grandpa to you, Mason, you damn rookie!"
"Sir yes sir!" cried Mason, trying to salute Tenz in his suit. The large metal arm swung up against the top of the suit with a crack and Mason nearly fell on his back.
"Damn rookie," echoed Gage.
"Time's up Pete!" called Tenz.
"I'm not done!"
"Doesn't matter, time's up. Our briefing is waiting. You can finish up while we walk."
"Sir, do you know how impossible that is?"
"C'mon Pete," laughed Tenz, moving towards the door. "It's just a little adversity. And as you surely know, from adversity springs fun-versity!"
"What does that mean? Do I need to know it?" whispered Mason to Gage as they followed Tenz out.
"Doesn't mean shit," grinned Gage. "I've been hearing him say that for years and still have no clue what it's supposed to mean, nor why he's adopted such a stupid phrase as his trademark.
Tenz and five of his soldiers exited the warehouse, and a few seconds later, after a final "beep" Pete followed.
A note on this tale (or tales):
[Edit: Actually, many notes]
I haven't written for VO any time recently, though I've wanted to. Finally I have a story that I think will be fun to tell, and all this pent up "creativity" is ready to come out. These two adventures should run for a while, assuming the motivation is still there, and it doesn't turn out super crappy. It's quite an epic twosome I've got planned, and there is a large possibility that it will outstretch my talent, in which case it'll just be boring. In such an event, there is no need to force out fake "Great story smit!" 's (although it is quite optimistic to assume I'll get even one even if it turns out well, let alone to assume that I have a high enough standing in the community that people will bother with fake encouragement), just let me know and I'll stop bumping the thread with crap.
I think I'm messing with the backstory a bit. I think the second thread (on Terra II in the past) will be much more faithful, although no promises. The whole concept that the first one is founded on (ground fighting on a planet in Deneb system long after the installation of the Goliath Cannons) may be off, but please don't yell at me if so :) If so, I'm sorry, and hopefully we can just ignore my gutting of the VO world in favor of a possibly entertaining read.
In the first one you'll learn a bit more about Smittens the character (including, GASP his real name!) and perhaps what drives the unbearable egocentric attitude. A lot of war stories have the courageous invincible hero, and I'll just tip you off now that ain't Smit. You'll get a bit more of that in the second thread with Mr. Derek Tenz.
I got the idea for this piece when considering that it might be a nice change to follow a soldier that doesn't land every shot, but instead who gets his ass kicked repeatedly. Then the idea of a tie in with Terra II appeared, and I couldn't resist. The two should be evenly alternating for a while, as I assume that generally I'll write in one until I reach writer's block (or a good place to pause the plot or let time pass, as shown in these two installments).
I hope you enjoy these first two, as I sure loved writing them, and more will definitely be on the way!
[Edit: Actually, many notes]
I haven't written for VO any time recently, though I've wanted to. Finally I have a story that I think will be fun to tell, and all this pent up "creativity" is ready to come out. These two adventures should run for a while, assuming the motivation is still there, and it doesn't turn out super crappy. It's quite an epic twosome I've got planned, and there is a large possibility that it will outstretch my talent, in which case it'll just be boring. In such an event, there is no need to force out fake "Great story smit!" 's (although it is quite optimistic to assume I'll get even one even if it turns out well, let alone to assume that I have a high enough standing in the community that people will bother with fake encouragement), just let me know and I'll stop bumping the thread with crap.
I think I'm messing with the backstory a bit. I think the second thread (on Terra II in the past) will be much more faithful, although no promises. The whole concept that the first one is founded on (ground fighting on a planet in Deneb system long after the installation of the Goliath Cannons) may be off, but please don't yell at me if so :) If so, I'm sorry, and hopefully we can just ignore my gutting of the VO world in favor of a possibly entertaining read.
In the first one you'll learn a bit more about Smittens the character (including, GASP his real name!) and perhaps what drives the unbearable egocentric attitude. A lot of war stories have the courageous invincible hero, and I'll just tip you off now that ain't Smit. You'll get a bit more of that in the second thread with Mr. Derek Tenz.
I got the idea for this piece when considering that it might be a nice change to follow a soldier that doesn't land every shot, but instead who gets his ass kicked repeatedly. Then the idea of a tie in with Terra II appeared, and I couldn't resist. The two should be evenly alternating for a while, as I assume that generally I'll write in one until I reach writer's block (or a good place to pause the plot or let time pass, as shown in these two installments).
I hope you enjoy these first two, as I sure loved writing them, and more will definitely be on the way!
they´re pretty entertaining, though the first one had me looking through the backstory again.
About the mechs, I always pictured the itani suits like the terran marine suit from SC, or like those from warhammer 40k Dow. Your description sounds more like those mini mechs from Matrix revolutions. Unless its a special mechanized division or something. Blah, whatever, good still.
About the mechs, I always pictured the itani suits like the terran marine suit from SC, or like those from warhammer 40k Dow. Your description sounds more like those mini mechs from Matrix revolutions. Unless its a special mechanized division or something. Blah, whatever, good still.
Nice. No, really, I mean it:) Looking forward to more
Hortan
Hortan
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NOT MECHS! ANYTHING BUT MECHS!
Keep goin smitty!
-Lambin
-Lambin
Intersting story arc.
I liked the description of the mechs and the banter between the pilot and the seasoned soldier in the drop ship.
I liked the description of the mechs and the banter between the pilot and the seasoned soldier in the drop ship.
Aye its a nice read Smitty, you got a good start here, just dont get distracted on us :P
*winks
*winks
Aw cmon Mystic, when has that EVER happened? ;)
About a third of the way through the next installment...
About a third of the way through the next installment...
Onia, Deneb H8
AD 4430
Not even the pilot spoke now, so focused as he was upon maneuvering the shuttle. Sweat covered his face as he zig-zagged ground fire, all the while getting closer and closer to the planet's surface. The Captain kept his eyes ahead, looking for a landing zone that the pilot might have missed. A siren in the shuttle started going off, indicating that something big had a lock on them. The pilot shoved the control stick forward, forcing the shuttle into a steep dive as a blast of energy exploded in the air over them. The ground was approaching fast now, but the pilot did not alter his course. The Captain's eyes twitched towards the pilot, for half a second betraying the only sign of nervousness he had shown since encountering the battle. More shots whizzed over the ship, but the ground was less than a hundred meters away and closing. An altitude warning light started flashing on the console, and combined with the still-screeching lock-on siren would be enough to make a lesser pilot wet his pants. At the last second, the pilot pulled back and the shuttle lurched upwards. The back of the ship hit the ground, knocking one of the Itani soldiers out of his seat with a cry of pain. A moment later the engines overcame the shuttle's momentum and lifted it back into the air, just as the missile that had been following them for so long exploded into ground they had just hit.
Even more warning noises sounded now. Contact with the ground had cracked off a rear thruster, and rocks kicked up by the explosion were buffeting the ship wildly.
"Captain," muttered the Pilot through gritted teeth, flipping open a small hatch underneath the console. "Would you please reach up there and pull out the first thing you feel."
The Captain did so, and after a tug his hand emerged clutching a section of wire. All sirens and flashes cut out instantly.
"Now," said the pilot, turning to address the Captain, "This thing won't fly for much longer, as I'm sure you can guess. I'm taking us down in that deep brush ahead, where we can take cover and wait for help."
The Captain thought for a moment, weighing their options. "Do what you have to do."
The pilot returned his focus to flying and brought the shuttle over into a clump of tall, dry grass. The ship hovered for a moment, and then the engines shut down and it fell twenty feet to the ground with a crash. The interior lights flashed briefly, then cut out. Although it was daytime on the planet, the grass was tall enough to obscure the light, casting them in darkness. Everyone in the shuttle flipped on flashlights, and the soldiers grabbed their guns and checked their equipment. The pilot shined his light out the front of the ship, the beam illuminating a clearing just in front of the shuttle.
"No!" cried the Captain, knocking the pilot's flashlight to the ground. "If we see out, others can see in," he warned.
"Pfft. So what?" asked the pilot, some of his old arrogance returning. He grabbed a small pistol from the side of the shuttle, and cocked it with a grin. "We can hold this clearing d--"
Bullets smashed the front windshield with a crash. The pilot screamed for a moment as metal and glass ripped through his chest in an explosion of blood, before crumpling to the ground.
"Down!" yelled the Captain, dropping to his stomach. "Visors on!" he whispered to the four Itani in back, nearly petrified and covered with the pilot's blood. "Down!" he hissed again. "And don't say anything!" Another wave of bullets streamed into the shuttle, prompting the standing Itani to lower themselves as well.
"We surrender!" called the Captain. "We are opening the back of the shuttle so you can come in. Our weapons are down, do not shoot!" He grabbed a small, oddly shaped grenade from his belt. "Lambin!" he whispered to the Itani closest to the back of the ship, tossing the grenade to him. "Do not get up. Secure this to the ramp and crawl back towards the middle."
Lambin caught the grenade, and stuck it to the ramp before inching back closer to the other Itani. "Muffs?" he whispered back to the Captain.
"Get 'em on." The Captain crawled towards the front of the ship, and slapped a button. The back of the shuttle began folding out into a ramp, and with a quick glance the Captain saw six Serco surrounding the exit. He hit a switch on his wrist, and instantly all sound cut out. He tentatively placed a hand on the remote at his side.
"Stand up slowly!" yelled in one of the Serco, unaware that the Itani could not hear him. "Move quickly and we will shoot. Do as said and we will maybe spare." The Serco waited for a minute, and when the Itani remained still one of them took a step onto the shuttle.
Bang.
The flashbang grenade on the ramp went off, taking the Serco completely by surprise. They cursed and flailed and shot blindly, while the Captain lifted his visor and crawled towards the exit. A couple Serco fell dead from friendly fire, and another tripped, his gun flying into the darkness, while trying to back away. The Captain reached out and grabbed the nearest Serco's legs, pulling them from under him, and jammed a pistol to the enemy's head before pulling the trigger. He used the same technique to dispose of the other two standing Serco, before climbing to his feet to finish the final one. The Captain glanced around, but the Serco that had stumbled earlier was now nowhere in sight.
An arm wrapped around the Captain's neck and squeezed. The Itani had only seconds to act under such a tight grip. He deftly pulled a cylindrical spiked object with a pulsing blue light from his belt, and rammed it into the Serco's arm. The grip slackened, and the Captain wrenched himself free.
"What did...what was that?" gasped the Serco, obviously in pain.
"Shorted your circuits," spat the Captain. "You're purely biological now. And I'm going to guess that I have more natural muscle than you."
The Serco was still an impressive eight feet tall, and bent his knees into a fighting stance. "We'll find out," he growled.
"No." The Captain lifted his pistol and fired a round between the Serco's eyes. "No, we won't." He put the pistol back in its holster as the Serco toppled to the ground with a loud clank. The Captain hurried back into the shuttle, and tapped his soldiers on the shoulder to let them know the threat had passed. They stood slowly, surveying the damage.
"Everyone okay?" asked the Captain.
"No..." moaned one, the youngest Itani.
"You get shot!?"
"No, Cap...I think...Cap I dislocated my finger!" he wailed.
The Captain stepped up to him, grabbed the Itani's hand, and snapped the finger into place. "Dammit, Smit..."
AD 4430
Not even the pilot spoke now, so focused as he was upon maneuvering the shuttle. Sweat covered his face as he zig-zagged ground fire, all the while getting closer and closer to the planet's surface. The Captain kept his eyes ahead, looking for a landing zone that the pilot might have missed. A siren in the shuttle started going off, indicating that something big had a lock on them. The pilot shoved the control stick forward, forcing the shuttle into a steep dive as a blast of energy exploded in the air over them. The ground was approaching fast now, but the pilot did not alter his course. The Captain's eyes twitched towards the pilot, for half a second betraying the only sign of nervousness he had shown since encountering the battle. More shots whizzed over the ship, but the ground was less than a hundred meters away and closing. An altitude warning light started flashing on the console, and combined with the still-screeching lock-on siren would be enough to make a lesser pilot wet his pants. At the last second, the pilot pulled back and the shuttle lurched upwards. The back of the ship hit the ground, knocking one of the Itani soldiers out of his seat with a cry of pain. A moment later the engines overcame the shuttle's momentum and lifted it back into the air, just as the missile that had been following them for so long exploded into ground they had just hit.
Even more warning noises sounded now. Contact with the ground had cracked off a rear thruster, and rocks kicked up by the explosion were buffeting the ship wildly.
"Captain," muttered the Pilot through gritted teeth, flipping open a small hatch underneath the console. "Would you please reach up there and pull out the first thing you feel."
The Captain did so, and after a tug his hand emerged clutching a section of wire. All sirens and flashes cut out instantly.
"Now," said the pilot, turning to address the Captain, "This thing won't fly for much longer, as I'm sure you can guess. I'm taking us down in that deep brush ahead, where we can take cover and wait for help."
The Captain thought for a moment, weighing their options. "Do what you have to do."
The pilot returned his focus to flying and brought the shuttle over into a clump of tall, dry grass. The ship hovered for a moment, and then the engines shut down and it fell twenty feet to the ground with a crash. The interior lights flashed briefly, then cut out. Although it was daytime on the planet, the grass was tall enough to obscure the light, casting them in darkness. Everyone in the shuttle flipped on flashlights, and the soldiers grabbed their guns and checked their equipment. The pilot shined his light out the front of the ship, the beam illuminating a clearing just in front of the shuttle.
"No!" cried the Captain, knocking the pilot's flashlight to the ground. "If we see out, others can see in," he warned.
"Pfft. So what?" asked the pilot, some of his old arrogance returning. He grabbed a small pistol from the side of the shuttle, and cocked it with a grin. "We can hold this clearing d--"
Bullets smashed the front windshield with a crash. The pilot screamed for a moment as metal and glass ripped through his chest in an explosion of blood, before crumpling to the ground.
"Down!" yelled the Captain, dropping to his stomach. "Visors on!" he whispered to the four Itani in back, nearly petrified and covered with the pilot's blood. "Down!" he hissed again. "And don't say anything!" Another wave of bullets streamed into the shuttle, prompting the standing Itani to lower themselves as well.
"We surrender!" called the Captain. "We are opening the back of the shuttle so you can come in. Our weapons are down, do not shoot!" He grabbed a small, oddly shaped grenade from his belt. "Lambin!" he whispered to the Itani closest to the back of the ship, tossing the grenade to him. "Do not get up. Secure this to the ramp and crawl back towards the middle."
Lambin caught the grenade, and stuck it to the ramp before inching back closer to the other Itani. "Muffs?" he whispered back to the Captain.
"Get 'em on." The Captain crawled towards the front of the ship, and slapped a button. The back of the shuttle began folding out into a ramp, and with a quick glance the Captain saw six Serco surrounding the exit. He hit a switch on his wrist, and instantly all sound cut out. He tentatively placed a hand on the remote at his side.
"Stand up slowly!" yelled in one of the Serco, unaware that the Itani could not hear him. "Move quickly and we will shoot. Do as said and we will maybe spare." The Serco waited for a minute, and when the Itani remained still one of them took a step onto the shuttle.
Bang.
The flashbang grenade on the ramp went off, taking the Serco completely by surprise. They cursed and flailed and shot blindly, while the Captain lifted his visor and crawled towards the exit. A couple Serco fell dead from friendly fire, and another tripped, his gun flying into the darkness, while trying to back away. The Captain reached out and grabbed the nearest Serco's legs, pulling them from under him, and jammed a pistol to the enemy's head before pulling the trigger. He used the same technique to dispose of the other two standing Serco, before climbing to his feet to finish the final one. The Captain glanced around, but the Serco that had stumbled earlier was now nowhere in sight.
An arm wrapped around the Captain's neck and squeezed. The Itani had only seconds to act under such a tight grip. He deftly pulled a cylindrical spiked object with a pulsing blue light from his belt, and rammed it into the Serco's arm. The grip slackened, and the Captain wrenched himself free.
"What did...what was that?" gasped the Serco, obviously in pain.
"Shorted your circuits," spat the Captain. "You're purely biological now. And I'm going to guess that I have more natural muscle than you."
The Serco was still an impressive eight feet tall, and bent his knees into a fighting stance. "We'll find out," he growled.
"No." The Captain lifted his pistol and fired a round between the Serco's eyes. "No, we won't." He put the pistol back in its holster as the Serco toppled to the ground with a loud clank. The Captain hurried back into the shuttle, and tapped his soldiers on the shoulder to let them know the threat had passed. They stood slowly, surveying the damage.
"Everyone okay?" asked the Captain.
"No..." moaned one, the youngest Itani.
"You get shot!?"
"No, Cap...I think...Cap I dislocated my finger!" he wailed.
The Captain stepped up to him, grabbed the Itani's hand, and snapped the finger into place. "Dammit, Smit..."
Nice one, me likey... Keep up the good writing :-)
Ah, Smitters hult his fingal :(
Very nice read. Keep 'em coming.
Very nice read. Keep 'em coming.
Well, ok. I read it. Sure you begged and insisted I did, on the spot, right now… so I did.
And, let me be the first to say
"Great story smit!"
No. really. Those are nice read. VO/7 needs a bit of creative writing these days. Keep at it. it's a nice change.
And, let me be the first to say
"Great story smit!"
No. really. Those are nice read. VO/7 needs a bit of creative writing these days. Keep at it. it's a nice change.
Very nice Smitty :)
*kisses your finger, there all better? :)
*kisses your finger, there all better? :)
Yay! Im a soldier!
Awesome read Smitty.
-Lambin
Awesome read Smitty.
-Lambin
WANT MORE write smore smitty
Smitty, could you maybe write a little... better?
(J/K)
(J/K)
Is that supposed to be a critique, LeberMeat? I'll get around to showing ye how it's to be done... right after all I finish all the rest of this crap XP
No, Smittens just insisted that I critique his story so that it would bump to the top of the RP forums.
He should know better than to ask my opinion. Har.
(But in all seriousness, Smitty it's good so far...)
He should know better than to ask my opinion. Har.
(But in all seriousness, Smitty it's good so far...)