Holding The Line
Foxtrot_Uniform
Join Date: 2003-06-12 Member: 17328Members
Join Date: 2003-06-12 Member: 17328Members
<div class="IPBDescription">A wave of skulks</div> The clicking was almost defeaning by the time he got to the front, shouldering his way through more than thirty Marines, ready to give their lives to protect the phase gate and the resource tower that they needed so desperately.
They could hear the panting of the skulks. They reminded Tom of dogs. He just didn't plan on petting any of them.
All eyes stared intently on the bend, from which came the resounding clicks of skulk claws. The dozens of sentry guns sat on their tripods, spinning idly, oblivious to the targets that would soon skid around the corner. Tom sucked in a deep breath as he sensed them about to appear, steadying his aim and squeezing one eye shut.
"Here they come boys!" came a brave shout from a Marine, slicing the air through which little dialogue had passed.
"Let's give 'em HELL!"
Skulks poured around the bend like a stream of water, sliding unhindered over one another, along the walls and along the ceiling, towards the Marines. Their advance was brave and selfless, holding nothing back for self defense.
The clicking was finally muffled by something louder. The pop of automatic rifles. Yellow bloud exploded from the mass in bursts as skin was punctured and veins were torn through. Skulks tumbled to the floor, rolling and cartwheeling, trampled by the rest of the advance.
"There's too many!" someone screamed, running for the phase gate. He stepped stupidly in front of a turret, and was torn to shreds.
Tom ejected a dry magazine, swinging the gun as he did to toss it sideways and out from beneath his feet. The next mag slid inside, and went to work.
The skulks bore down on them, dying by the hundreds, screeching and barking, leaping from the floor and from the walls, only to be jerked backwards as bullets ripped through the soft flesh.
They fired blindly, sweeping left to right. They fired angrily because each and every one of the marines had lost someone dear to them. They fired like there was no tomorrow because each marine knew that there may never be one.
They could hear the panting of the skulks. They reminded Tom of dogs. He just didn't plan on petting any of them.
All eyes stared intently on the bend, from which came the resounding clicks of skulk claws. The dozens of sentry guns sat on their tripods, spinning idly, oblivious to the targets that would soon skid around the corner. Tom sucked in a deep breath as he sensed them about to appear, steadying his aim and squeezing one eye shut.
"Here they come boys!" came a brave shout from a Marine, slicing the air through which little dialogue had passed.
"Let's give 'em HELL!"
Skulks poured around the bend like a stream of water, sliding unhindered over one another, along the walls and along the ceiling, towards the Marines. Their advance was brave and selfless, holding nothing back for self defense.
The clicking was finally muffled by something louder. The pop of automatic rifles. Yellow bloud exploded from the mass in bursts as skin was punctured and veins were torn through. Skulks tumbled to the floor, rolling and cartwheeling, trampled by the rest of the advance.
"There's too many!" someone screamed, running for the phase gate. He stepped stupidly in front of a turret, and was torn to shreds.
Tom ejected a dry magazine, swinging the gun as he did to toss it sideways and out from beneath his feet. The next mag slid inside, and went to work.
The skulks bore down on them, dying by the hundreds, screeching and barking, leaping from the floor and from the walls, only to be jerked backwards as bullets ripped through the soft flesh.
They fired blindly, sweeping left to right. They fired angrily because each and every one of the marines had lost someone dear to them. They fired like there was no tomorrow because each marine knew that there may never be one.
Comments
good work
and lumberjack, he didn't say that he was done....
I can definetly see where you coming from, it doesn't look like an open ending, but it isn't said what happens, and that leaves it open for foxtrot to finish it up...
but I would much rather have him work on mess hall <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
when you redeem and you die right under the hive
nothing chaps me more...
except maybe elitest aholes ¬_¬