The Fall Of Outpost L053
Yoshimo
Join Date: 2002-08-19 Member: 1195Members
Join Date: 2002-08-19 Member: 1195Members
<div class="IPBDescription">And yes, that is l33t speak for "Lose"</div> Thought I'd bore you with a bit of background first <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
This was inspired after the ending of a game based on ns_nothing - it's true, well, in the "The Fish was THIS big!" sense of the word. Well, the ending isn't of course, that's just me paying homage in my own crazy way to Aliens. Oh, and the subtle change in the last line is my diss at CS, before it dies of old age <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
<b>The Fall of Outpost L053</b>
Yoshimo could feel the talons constricting round his neck - he gulped his last breath, and waited for the inevitable tearing screech of his armour, followed by the searing lance of the Fades' claws. He could almost feel the acrid breath of the beast behind him...
"WE HAVE TO GO!" screamed the Fade. Spinning round, Yoshimo froze - the marine trying to drag him flipped a coin between bravery for a comrade, and self preservation, and a split second later, he bolted for the door.
He never made it. A towering behemoth of Alien Death, which the marines had christened "The Onos" stomped through the primary entrance to the Outpost. The Marine barely had time to scream in horror as the Onos' primary horn drove through him with a sickening crack. Yoshimo span around, looking for his comrades, but he found himself alone with only his impending death for company.
A primal ROAR from the Onos spurred him into action. Grabbing a Light Machine Gun from the armory, he backpedalled, leaving the Onos in its berserking fury, and sped towards the door. A lone Lerk blocked his way, sitting on the floor, picking at what appeared to be Sgt. Randleman - Yoshimo raised his LMG, and the Lerk was thrown back in a hail of bullets. By the time it hit the floor, he had made it out of the primary base.
He didn't know where he was going; all he wanted was to get out of this massacre, and find a escape pod, a ship out, anything. He ran blindly through the maze of the installation, looking for an exit - each corner he turned, he gasped in terror, expecting some towering beast to impale him with razor-sharp claws. He was almost about to collapse from exhaustion, when he spotted a small opening in a wall - weapons fire, or possibly alien claws, had opened a hole into a airduct. He heard the unmistakable scream of an Onos that couldn't have been any more than 10 feet behind him round a corner.
He didn't wait around to find out - he would have rather taken his chances in the vent. Scrambling in, his fingers lacerating on the jagged steel, he found himself staring at the panicked eyes of Sgt. "Nerdy", his squad commander. The Light Machine Gun that he was pointing directly at him did not escape Yoshimo, nor did the "Skulker" corpse behind him, or the smoking and charred Heavy Machine Gun lying useless behind that.
"What the **obscenity**-?" gasped Yoshimo, before he stomach lurched, and his morning rations were expelled violently. He managed to project most of it out of the hole he had scrambled in - it was bad enough being trapped in an airduct, without having to put up with the smell of vomit. No sooner had he retracted his head, than the enormous head of another Onos lurched against the side of the vent with a mighty bang.
"F**K THIS!" screamed Nerdy, and shoved Yoshimo several metres down the vent. Yoshimo took the hint; he started scrabbling as fast as he could away from the Onos, and deeper into the dark windy reaches of the duct.
The duct twisted and turned, and in some places looked set to give way - an obvious symptom of the metal infestation that was common in the installation. The marines stepped gingerly over warped and buckled panels, until they came to an opening.
Peering out, Yoshimo's heart dropped. 20 feet away sat the main Hive of the Kharaa invasion force - surrounded by 5 of the peculiar, but very deadly, Alien equivalent of the Marines' turrets. The nearest one immediately spat out a wad of sizzling green ichor at him - Yoshimo was well aware of the dangers of these turrets, as he had seen one melt a hole right through a comrade's armour. He had seen enough of the comrade in question to learn to avoid the things. He ducked back into the pipe, and screamed "MOVE, FOR F**K'S SAKE!"
They quickly retraced their steps, the acid shots splattering on the walls of the pipe with a hiss. The duct was rapidly filling with smoke. Helpless, they could only continue on, and found themselves roughly between the two entrance points. They were surrounded. Nerd crept cautiously towards the hole, complete with Onos head. The Onos smelled the marines, and blew a jet of hot foul breath into the duct. Nerd spat, and drew his knife - the men in his platoon had ditched the newly-invented TSA Hyper-AlloyCombat Knives, and replaced them with "Khukris" - wicked long curved blades, used by a legendary old regiment in the British Army of old, namely the "Brigade of Gurkhas." Nerdy smiled an evil smile, advanced on the creature, and slashed at its eyes. The beast roared, sending vibrations down the tube, and quickly ripped out its head from the pipe, and stomped off to lick its wounds.
No sooner had it withdrawn, but a new threat approached - this time from Yoshimo's side. A "Lerk" - the grotesque bat-like thing that he had obliterated outside the Outpost - was scuttling down the pipe towards him, using its wing-elbows to walk. He raised his LMG, screamed, and fired, sending the Lerk spinning backwards down the pipe, before coming to rest at a bend. It did not get up. From behind him, Nerd was blazing away out of the pipe with his LMG, while simultaneously retreating. There was no escape for them this time. At least three "Skulks" - short, squat, wolverine-like hunter-killers were scrambling into the pipe, eager for the meat inside. Nerdy took out two in a gout of LMG flame, but the third launched itself through, and into the pipe, between the two marines. Yoshimo raised his LMG to the back of what passed for the Skulk's head, and pulled the trigger - *CLICK!* *CLICK!* *CLICK!* The skulk whipped round, knocking Nerdy aside with its whip-like tail.
"MOTHER-F**KER!" cursed Yoshimo at the skulk, and dove backwards, while reaching for his Cx10 Combat Pistol. He slid back the chamber, jammed the pistol in its mouth, and pulled the trigger. The skulk's head exploded in a shower of gore and eviscera,and the creature slumped to the ground with a hiss of rage. Any joy he might of felt at dispatching the horror was quickly replaced by the sight of 2 Fades, the tall lean "Warrior" aliens, crawling in from each end. Nerdy smiled grimly, turned to Yoshimo, and pulled out two Anti-Personnel mines from his webbing. Wordlessly, Yoshimo took one of the mines, and set the timer for 5 seconds. Nerdy smiled, and did the same with his own mine. "Always knew you were a camping fag, Yosh," he grumbled.
This was inspired after the ending of a game based on ns_nothing - it's true, well, in the "The Fish was THIS big!" sense of the word. Well, the ending isn't of course, that's just me paying homage in my own crazy way to Aliens. Oh, and the subtle change in the last line is my diss at CS, before it dies of old age <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
<b>The Fall of Outpost L053</b>
Yoshimo could feel the talons constricting round his neck - he gulped his last breath, and waited for the inevitable tearing screech of his armour, followed by the searing lance of the Fades' claws. He could almost feel the acrid breath of the beast behind him...
"WE HAVE TO GO!" screamed the Fade. Spinning round, Yoshimo froze - the marine trying to drag him flipped a coin between bravery for a comrade, and self preservation, and a split second later, he bolted for the door.
He never made it. A towering behemoth of Alien Death, which the marines had christened "The Onos" stomped through the primary entrance to the Outpost. The Marine barely had time to scream in horror as the Onos' primary horn drove through him with a sickening crack. Yoshimo span around, looking for his comrades, but he found himself alone with only his impending death for company.
A primal ROAR from the Onos spurred him into action. Grabbing a Light Machine Gun from the armory, he backpedalled, leaving the Onos in its berserking fury, and sped towards the door. A lone Lerk blocked his way, sitting on the floor, picking at what appeared to be Sgt. Randleman - Yoshimo raised his LMG, and the Lerk was thrown back in a hail of bullets. By the time it hit the floor, he had made it out of the primary base.
He didn't know where he was going; all he wanted was to get out of this massacre, and find a escape pod, a ship out, anything. He ran blindly through the maze of the installation, looking for an exit - each corner he turned, he gasped in terror, expecting some towering beast to impale him with razor-sharp claws. He was almost about to collapse from exhaustion, when he spotted a small opening in a wall - weapons fire, or possibly alien claws, had opened a hole into a airduct. He heard the unmistakable scream of an Onos that couldn't have been any more than 10 feet behind him round a corner.
He didn't wait around to find out - he would have rather taken his chances in the vent. Scrambling in, his fingers lacerating on the jagged steel, he found himself staring at the panicked eyes of Sgt. "Nerdy", his squad commander. The Light Machine Gun that he was pointing directly at him did not escape Yoshimo, nor did the "Skulker" corpse behind him, or the smoking and charred Heavy Machine Gun lying useless behind that.
"What the **obscenity**-?" gasped Yoshimo, before he stomach lurched, and his morning rations were expelled violently. He managed to project most of it out of the hole he had scrambled in - it was bad enough being trapped in an airduct, without having to put up with the smell of vomit. No sooner had he retracted his head, than the enormous head of another Onos lurched against the side of the vent with a mighty bang.
"F**K THIS!" screamed Nerdy, and shoved Yoshimo several metres down the vent. Yoshimo took the hint; he started scrabbling as fast as he could away from the Onos, and deeper into the dark windy reaches of the duct.
The duct twisted and turned, and in some places looked set to give way - an obvious symptom of the metal infestation that was common in the installation. The marines stepped gingerly over warped and buckled panels, until they came to an opening.
Peering out, Yoshimo's heart dropped. 20 feet away sat the main Hive of the Kharaa invasion force - surrounded by 5 of the peculiar, but very deadly, Alien equivalent of the Marines' turrets. The nearest one immediately spat out a wad of sizzling green ichor at him - Yoshimo was well aware of the dangers of these turrets, as he had seen one melt a hole right through a comrade's armour. He had seen enough of the comrade in question to learn to avoid the things. He ducked back into the pipe, and screamed "MOVE, FOR F**K'S SAKE!"
They quickly retraced their steps, the acid shots splattering on the walls of the pipe with a hiss. The duct was rapidly filling with smoke. Helpless, they could only continue on, and found themselves roughly between the two entrance points. They were surrounded. Nerd crept cautiously towards the hole, complete with Onos head. The Onos smelled the marines, and blew a jet of hot foul breath into the duct. Nerd spat, and drew his knife - the men in his platoon had ditched the newly-invented TSA Hyper-AlloyCombat Knives, and replaced them with "Khukris" - wicked long curved blades, used by a legendary old regiment in the British Army of old, namely the "Brigade of Gurkhas." Nerdy smiled an evil smile, advanced on the creature, and slashed at its eyes. The beast roared, sending vibrations down the tube, and quickly ripped out its head from the pipe, and stomped off to lick its wounds.
No sooner had it withdrawn, but a new threat approached - this time from Yoshimo's side. A "Lerk" - the grotesque bat-like thing that he had obliterated outside the Outpost - was scuttling down the pipe towards him, using its wing-elbows to walk. He raised his LMG, screamed, and fired, sending the Lerk spinning backwards down the pipe, before coming to rest at a bend. It did not get up. From behind him, Nerd was blazing away out of the pipe with his LMG, while simultaneously retreating. There was no escape for them this time. At least three "Skulks" - short, squat, wolverine-like hunter-killers were scrambling into the pipe, eager for the meat inside. Nerdy took out two in a gout of LMG flame, but the third launched itself through, and into the pipe, between the two marines. Yoshimo raised his LMG to the back of what passed for the Skulk's head, and pulled the trigger - *CLICK!* *CLICK!* *CLICK!* The skulk whipped round, knocking Nerdy aside with its whip-like tail.
"MOTHER-F**KER!" cursed Yoshimo at the skulk, and dove backwards, while reaching for his Cx10 Combat Pistol. He slid back the chamber, jammed the pistol in its mouth, and pulled the trigger. The skulk's head exploded in a shower of gore and eviscera,and the creature slumped to the ground with a hiss of rage. Any joy he might of felt at dispatching the horror was quickly replaced by the sight of 2 Fades, the tall lean "Warrior" aliens, crawling in from each end. Nerdy smiled grimly, turned to Yoshimo, and pulled out two Anti-Personnel mines from his webbing. Wordlessly, Yoshimo took one of the mines, and set the timer for 5 seconds. Nerdy smiled, and did the same with his own mine. "Always knew you were a camping fag, Yosh," he grumbled.
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my next story will probably be about an onos, don't think it'll be able to match the onos rap though <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->