Tkrr: Flesh Melts Metal Screams
KRQShipPagan
Join Date: 2002-11-18 Member: 9232Members
Join Date: 2002-11-18 Member: 9232Members
<div class="IPBDescription">This is a sample, let me know what you..</div> This is a sample of my piece of fan fiction. Please let me know what you think, and if you think it would be worth my continuing it. Any universe conflicts also that you may spot in this short sample, please point out to me. I've read the backgound story, but you can forget simple but important things. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this short sample, and if you do, I hope to write more for you.
The Kris Regiment Reports
Metal Melts
Flesh Screams
The groaning of the ships hull echoed throughout the vessels myriad passageways and vents in monotonous melody as water leaked from pipes along the roof in a constantly droning beat. In counter pointing accompaniment to the natural sounds of the ship standard, there was the distant sound of breathing, deep and ominous. The Kharaa were here. And they’d made themselves right at home.
Placing unshaking hand to ear, Wiltman signaled for Neuvau to listen as he remained crouched in his holding position just past the recently secured blast doors. Neuvau nodded in silent response, resetting his tired grip upon the barrel of his CZU as he heard the barely audible gait of a small quadruped. The slight organic tinge to the sound identifying it in Neuvau’s mind as a Gorge, to which Wiltman seconded with a hand signal for ‘Xenos Builder’. Wiltman silently leant his back into the darkened corner, and raised his personalized Serieux vertical to his shoulder, and waited.
The squat form of the Gorge made its way unawares past the two stealthily silent TSA Marines, no doubt following the orders of its Hive. Wiltman loudly and purposely pulled upon the pump, and was amused as the desired response was triggered. The Gorge paused only a second before it began to work its small stubby legs as fast as it was able. It hadn’t even managed to move a metre before it was ripped into unrecognisable fleshy pieces by the projectile metal fragments. Silently Wiltman reached to activate his microphone, pressing with his middle and index fingers, “All clear.”
“Alright Wiltman. Phase in only moments.”
“Roger that.” Wiltman released his microphone and returned his hand to the under barrel of his Serieux and ejected the spent shell. A familiar buzz filled the air and shadows shrunk deep into the remaining recesses from the light that was growing from the floor. A blistering vortex of light and energy spun its awesome dance as it created the requirements for a Phase Portal.
Now they could assault the Hive with ease.
The Kris Regiment Reports
Metal Melts
Flesh Screams
The groaning of the ships hull echoed throughout the vessels myriad passageways and vents in monotonous melody as water leaked from pipes along the roof in a constantly droning beat. In counter pointing accompaniment to the natural sounds of the ship standard, there was the distant sound of breathing, deep and ominous. The Kharaa were here. And they’d made themselves right at home.
Placing unshaking hand to ear, Wiltman signaled for Neuvau to listen as he remained crouched in his holding position just past the recently secured blast doors. Neuvau nodded in silent response, resetting his tired grip upon the barrel of his CZU as he heard the barely audible gait of a small quadruped. The slight organic tinge to the sound identifying it in Neuvau’s mind as a Gorge, to which Wiltman seconded with a hand signal for ‘Xenos Builder’. Wiltman silently leant his back into the darkened corner, and raised his personalized Serieux vertical to his shoulder, and waited.
The squat form of the Gorge made its way unawares past the two stealthily silent TSA Marines, no doubt following the orders of its Hive. Wiltman loudly and purposely pulled upon the pump, and was amused as the desired response was triggered. The Gorge paused only a second before it began to work its small stubby legs as fast as it was able. It hadn’t even managed to move a metre before it was ripped into unrecognisable fleshy pieces by the projectile metal fragments. Silently Wiltman reached to activate his microphone, pressing with his middle and index fingers, “All clear.”
“Alright Wiltman. Phase in only moments.”
“Roger that.” Wiltman released his microphone and returned his hand to the under barrel of his Serieux and ejected the spent shell. A familiar buzz filled the air and shadows shrunk deep into the remaining recesses from the light that was growing from the floor. A blistering vortex of light and energy spun its awesome dance as it created the requirements for a Phase Portal.
Now they could assault the Hive with ease.
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