Taking Back Our Planet
Sid
Corwid of the Free Join Date: 2003-01-28 Member: 12903Members, Constellation
<div class="IPBDescription">Not exactly NS-related...</div> This story is based on the premise of the upcoming "Breed" game.... called.... Breed. Anyways, I hope you like it, 'cause I suck at writing storys. If you think this game sounds cool (IT IS BLOODY AWESOME!!) go check out thier website at <a href='http://www.breedgame.com' target='_blank'>http://www.breedgame.com</a>
The story, enjoy!
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The dropship’s quad engines whined as the vehicle descended into Earth’s atmosphere, inside it sat a squad of eight light marines. The craft rocked side-to-side violently, bouncing and swaying as it dropped from space.
The marines within the hull lurched forward as the ship deployed its speed brakes and lowered the landing skids. Sirens came blaring from the cockpit as the ship began to go into a spin. Dropships are not very aerodynamic: what keep’s them aloft is numerous guidance computers, although they are old and malfunctioning most of the time. Piloting a dropship took nerves of steel and ace-like skills.
Gary, the single pilot of the ageing ship, desperately slammed down both brake petals and deployed the emergency “left” engine brakes, causing the ship to level out. Gary pulled back on the elevator lever, pulling the nose of the dropship up, and then he activated full emergency power to the quad engines. The dropship began to quickly slow down as it reached the ground of Earth.
The intercom on the roof inside the hull of the dropship crackled then came to life, as a gruff voice could be heard, “This is your captain speaking, everyone up here on the flight deck would like to thank you for flying “Rust Bucket” airlines. Next time you fly with us we would wish for you to update your life insurance. Thanks for your time.” The marines grunted; having little or no sense of humor left.
Planet Earth. A very nice planet, filled with different cultures and wide, beautiful terrain with large, bustling cities built upon it. Not anymore. About four years ago Earth entered the “Breed Wars”. An army of genetically engineered soldiers and manufactured space age vehicles was built to transport these “space soldiers” to the home planet of the alien race known as “Breed”.
“Earth attacked in self-defense,” said Earth Minister Paul Norman, director of The United Earth Forces (U.E.F.). But that wasn’t one hundred percent true. Probes of UEF detected an Alien presence on an uncharted Planet within the Milky Way. At the time, these Aliens posed no threat, but as in typical Human instinct, we attacked these aliens because their technology was far too advanced for there own good.
If we hadn’t of made that small mistake, our planet wouldn’t of been overrun by these “Breed”. As we sent out all of Earth’s troops and ships to attack Breed’s home world, the Breed did the same. They detected our presence and sent their battle fleet to claim Earth. Who won? The Breed knocked out our defenseless planet with ease while our fleets were destroyed one-by-one from their planetary defenses.
The last of the surviving UEF forces was a single Battle Cruiser, the UEF Guardian. The Guardian was old even 20 years before the Breed wars. As it cruised over the Breed home world, planetary projectiles knocked out its warp drive. With great skill, the captain managed to impulse his ship out of range and back towards Earth for repairs. They lost contact with the other ships. The crew relaxed on-board, for it would be a long journey home. One year.
After their long and boring voyage they came home to a new planet – not Earth. No, everything was gone. Sensors detected Breed presence, everywhere. Cities were in ruins, and what was left of Earth’s last defense lay ruined across the planet. Tanks, battleships, attack aircraft… it was all gone.
The UEF Guardian set orbit around the planet and launched a dropship with a scouting party. This is where our story started.
The dropship landed quietly on an old landing pad near a lake, surrounded by trees. No Breed was present, but their stench still lingered. The landing pad had been scorched by various rocket engine exhaust blotches, which meant that people tried to escape. The dropship’s ramp located at the rear slowly opened, and a squad of eight marines in light armour, carrying various weapons, piled out and stood in formation. Pilot Gary waved at them from the cockpit and proceeded back into orbit, just as planned.
The Marines gazed around. Skeletons of human remains lay scattered everywhere. There must have been a great battle here – in which we lost.
But with the last remaining Battle Cruiser brings new hope to Planet Earth. The marines ran to the control tower of the landing platform to reclaim it as a base of operations. Over the internal-armour intercoms came the gruff voice of Gary, “It’s time to take back our Planet. Lets kick ****, boys!”
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End.
CHEERS!
The story, enjoy!
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The dropship’s quad engines whined as the vehicle descended into Earth’s atmosphere, inside it sat a squad of eight light marines. The craft rocked side-to-side violently, bouncing and swaying as it dropped from space.
The marines within the hull lurched forward as the ship deployed its speed brakes and lowered the landing skids. Sirens came blaring from the cockpit as the ship began to go into a spin. Dropships are not very aerodynamic: what keep’s them aloft is numerous guidance computers, although they are old and malfunctioning most of the time. Piloting a dropship took nerves of steel and ace-like skills.
Gary, the single pilot of the ageing ship, desperately slammed down both brake petals and deployed the emergency “left” engine brakes, causing the ship to level out. Gary pulled back on the elevator lever, pulling the nose of the dropship up, and then he activated full emergency power to the quad engines. The dropship began to quickly slow down as it reached the ground of Earth.
The intercom on the roof inside the hull of the dropship crackled then came to life, as a gruff voice could be heard, “This is your captain speaking, everyone up here on the flight deck would like to thank you for flying “Rust Bucket” airlines. Next time you fly with us we would wish for you to update your life insurance. Thanks for your time.” The marines grunted; having little or no sense of humor left.
Planet Earth. A very nice planet, filled with different cultures and wide, beautiful terrain with large, bustling cities built upon it. Not anymore. About four years ago Earth entered the “Breed Wars”. An army of genetically engineered soldiers and manufactured space age vehicles was built to transport these “space soldiers” to the home planet of the alien race known as “Breed”.
“Earth attacked in self-defense,” said Earth Minister Paul Norman, director of The United Earth Forces (U.E.F.). But that wasn’t one hundred percent true. Probes of UEF detected an Alien presence on an uncharted Planet within the Milky Way. At the time, these Aliens posed no threat, but as in typical Human instinct, we attacked these aliens because their technology was far too advanced for there own good.
If we hadn’t of made that small mistake, our planet wouldn’t of been overrun by these “Breed”. As we sent out all of Earth’s troops and ships to attack Breed’s home world, the Breed did the same. They detected our presence and sent their battle fleet to claim Earth. Who won? The Breed knocked out our defenseless planet with ease while our fleets were destroyed one-by-one from their planetary defenses.
The last of the surviving UEF forces was a single Battle Cruiser, the UEF Guardian. The Guardian was old even 20 years before the Breed wars. As it cruised over the Breed home world, planetary projectiles knocked out its warp drive. With great skill, the captain managed to impulse his ship out of range and back towards Earth for repairs. They lost contact with the other ships. The crew relaxed on-board, for it would be a long journey home. One year.
After their long and boring voyage they came home to a new planet – not Earth. No, everything was gone. Sensors detected Breed presence, everywhere. Cities were in ruins, and what was left of Earth’s last defense lay ruined across the planet. Tanks, battleships, attack aircraft… it was all gone.
The UEF Guardian set orbit around the planet and launched a dropship with a scouting party. This is where our story started.
The dropship landed quietly on an old landing pad near a lake, surrounded by trees. No Breed was present, but their stench still lingered. The landing pad had been scorched by various rocket engine exhaust blotches, which meant that people tried to escape. The dropship’s ramp located at the rear slowly opened, and a squad of eight marines in light armour, carrying various weapons, piled out and stood in formation. Pilot Gary waved at them from the cockpit and proceeded back into orbit, just as planned.
The Marines gazed around. Skeletons of human remains lay scattered everywhere. There must have been a great battle here – in which we lost.
But with the last remaining Battle Cruiser brings new hope to Planet Earth. The marines ran to the control tower of the landing platform to reclaim it as a base of operations. Over the internal-armour intercoms came the gruff voice of Gary, “It’s time to take back our Planet. Lets kick ****, boys!”
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End.
CHEERS!
Comments
you've got my attention
more plz!
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me hardly waits
is there going to be more?
There will be. *cough* Sometime *cough* <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
And then after I sequel this, I may even Sequel "Survival" (The one where "Martin" Crash-lands on the planet and is hunted down by a skulk - I left that story on a cliff-hanger).
...A writing Jah? *blink* Bah?!
-Sid
keep it dood
I'll maybe have a go at writing one later....
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