Map Story Background
GGGWolfman
Join Date: 2003-03-03 Member: 14263Members
Join Date: 2003-03-03 Member: 14263Members
<div class="IPBDescription">ns_overrun</div> Ok, this is the background story for a map I am working on. Im not the most creativly literate person, but I dont think its too bad!
-wolfman
"30 seconds!" the co-pilot yelled over his shoulder to the waiting Sergeant just behind him.
The Sergeant from the 41st had his head poked into the cockpit of the vibrating, shuddering dropship.
"Listen up squad," said the Sergeant into his helmet mike, turning back towards his troops, "touchdown in 30 seconds, get ready."
The Sergeant felt nothing but contempt towards the pilot and co-pilot of the dropship. It wasn’t like they had to go face-to-face with the Kharra and confront danger at every turn. All they had to do was push a few buttons, and let the computer handle everything. And they still considered themselves superior to the groundpounders.
“Now is not the time to think about this” the Sergeant thought to himself. “Got a mission to complete.”
He and his squad were slicing through the thin atmosphere of the planet 455/4 at over twice the speed of sound. All contact with mining outpost of "Precipice" as the Minors called it (The planet wasn’t important enough to be given a proper name, but the Minors had given it the nickname) had been lost 4 days previously. It wasn’t until the ore transport ship Gantua had failed to return after the normal ore-pickup run that the Interstellar Industries management had become worried. After all, it might have only been a transmitter problem.
But no, thought the Sergeant, the transport ship failed to return so we get the unenviable task of clearing out a mining colony on a planet no-one has heard of because some corporation doesn’t want to loose its assets.
There was still the possibility of it not actually being Kharra as the cause of the problem to the outpost.
"Yeah, like hell!" said the Sergeant quietly. It seemed as if the Kharra were getting more intelligent the more they came into contact with them. The first few times the TSA had taken them on the ship, planet, or space station had contacted the TSA on SOS emergency channels. Recently though, it seemed as though the Kharra had been targeting transmitters as one of their first things when they infested an area.
"What did you say?" asked the pilot.
"Uh, nothing important." replied the Sergeant.
"20 seconds!" yelled the co-pilot.
The Sergeant made his way over to his squad who were extracting themselves from their G-harnesses, and getting ready for the touchdown.
"All right suckers, I want you to remember your training, I want everything to go like clockwork, and I don’t want anyone wandering off like Rambo. Get ready to move out!"
"10 seconds" came the call down from the cockpit.
The dropship started to judder violently as the nose came up, and the ship decelerated to land. All the marines in the squad got ready to throw themselves out of the 2 quick-exit doors on either side of the ship.
"Ok Greenholm, I want you and your Chalk to set up a 30 meter perimeter from the landing zone. Yeslo, your with me, I want to set up a base of operations ASAP in the Landing Control Tower. Got it?"
"Yes Sir" came the reply from both marines.
"Then lets get to it!" said the Sergeant as the exit-doors opened and the marines poured out of the dropship.
-wolfman
"30 seconds!" the co-pilot yelled over his shoulder to the waiting Sergeant just behind him.
The Sergeant from the 41st had his head poked into the cockpit of the vibrating, shuddering dropship.
"Listen up squad," said the Sergeant into his helmet mike, turning back towards his troops, "touchdown in 30 seconds, get ready."
The Sergeant felt nothing but contempt towards the pilot and co-pilot of the dropship. It wasn’t like they had to go face-to-face with the Kharra and confront danger at every turn. All they had to do was push a few buttons, and let the computer handle everything. And they still considered themselves superior to the groundpounders.
“Now is not the time to think about this” the Sergeant thought to himself. “Got a mission to complete.”
He and his squad were slicing through the thin atmosphere of the planet 455/4 at over twice the speed of sound. All contact with mining outpost of "Precipice" as the Minors called it (The planet wasn’t important enough to be given a proper name, but the Minors had given it the nickname) had been lost 4 days previously. It wasn’t until the ore transport ship Gantua had failed to return after the normal ore-pickup run that the Interstellar Industries management had become worried. After all, it might have only been a transmitter problem.
But no, thought the Sergeant, the transport ship failed to return so we get the unenviable task of clearing out a mining colony on a planet no-one has heard of because some corporation doesn’t want to loose its assets.
There was still the possibility of it not actually being Kharra as the cause of the problem to the outpost.
"Yeah, like hell!" said the Sergeant quietly. It seemed as if the Kharra were getting more intelligent the more they came into contact with them. The first few times the TSA had taken them on the ship, planet, or space station had contacted the TSA on SOS emergency channels. Recently though, it seemed as though the Kharra had been targeting transmitters as one of their first things when they infested an area.
"What did you say?" asked the pilot.
"Uh, nothing important." replied the Sergeant.
"20 seconds!" yelled the co-pilot.
The Sergeant made his way over to his squad who were extracting themselves from their G-harnesses, and getting ready for the touchdown.
"All right suckers, I want you to remember your training, I want everything to go like clockwork, and I don’t want anyone wandering off like Rambo. Get ready to move out!"
"10 seconds" came the call down from the cockpit.
The dropship started to judder violently as the nose came up, and the ship decelerated to land. All the marines in the squad got ready to throw themselves out of the 2 quick-exit doors on either side of the ship.
"Ok Greenholm, I want you and your Chalk to set up a 30 meter perimeter from the landing zone. Yeslo, your with me, I want to set up a base of operations ASAP in the Landing Control Tower. Got it?"
"Yes Sir" came the reply from both marines.
"Then lets get to it!" said the Sergeant as the exit-doors opened and the marines poured out of the dropship.
Comments
*shrugs*
I liked it