The Lone Gunner
P-Khan
Join Date: 2003-05-27 Member: 16776Members
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<div class="IPBDescription">the revenge of a TSA</div> To start off, I would like to thank cshank4 for giving me the inspiration for writing a story, all thanx to his post!! (plz excuse me for any spelling mistakes)
(oh yeah, it will be related to NS, but may contain some "twists")
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It was a time of despair amongst the human race. After 50 long years. 50 years of death. 50 years of pain. 50 years of suffering. After 50 years of fighting in this war against the Kharaa, we, mankind, were begining to lose.
The invasion of our Solar System began, with Space Station Janos, surrounding Neptune, fell to the hands of the bloodthirsty Kharaa. Now all humanity were joining the Frontiersman, or else their long and prosperous civilisation would succumb for the aliens.
-- Chapter 1 -- Her Death
All was silent, all was quiet, all was peacefull at Space Station Janos, or SSJ ad it was commonly known. At dock 5A, resided Mark "Hawk" Johnson. A marine, who was just delievered from Boot Camp to re-enforce the Solar System´s entrance. It was his first week on the job, and he was about to enter his routine. Wake up, patrol around SSJ, and check on the defence of the place. It was a dull job, making him whish that he was somewhere on the Frontline, killing some Kharaa. The only exciting thing about his routine was his partner for making the patrol, his love, Joane Kathlyn.
When he arrived at the SSJ Reception area, where his patrol began, he saw her. He could never get tired of watching her. That long, black, wavy hair. Her two, black eyes. Her smooth skin. She resembled an angel, which would be eternal. "Hey, Mark! Had a good night rest?" she asked him. "Had better nights." he answered. She saw that he was kind of sleepy and tried to cheer him up "Well, I have a feeling something is gonna happen today!". Mark knew better than anyone that nothing would happen. Patrol job, and guarding a space station deep into allied lines was boring. Nothing would happen. He knew that she was just trying to cheer him up. She always did that, since 8th grade, when they first met, through college, through Boot Camp, always.
The patrol began as usuall. Pasing through the mess hall, checking for any fights between fellow TSA. Checking the engine room for any malfunction, seeing if the weapons depo. was OK. Everything went as dull as always, except for the last part. As he and Jo where passing by Connection Walkway 2, looking outside the window, and chatting as usual, they began to hear a noise. It was comming from the Air Lock of that corridor. The both of them got their guns ready and went to investigate. "I'll go first, then you enter" said Jo. Mike didn't like the idea, but agreed with her, since she was the brains and always had a plan for things like these. She pressed the button to open the Air Lock and looked inside. Nothing. "Oh well, seems like it was nothing" she said. They were about to laugh, about of how they were being so stupid about this, when Mike saw it.
A shadow appeared behind Jo. It was as though Death appeared. With her black robe, and sickle, ready to slice Jo opened. But what Mike saw was not that. It was something worse. It was a fade. The monster gave a shriek, and stabed Jo, piercing her armour, and her heart. Mike could not believe that. He saw her, falling to the ground. It was as though time went slower. He tried to reach her with his arms, but he couldn´t reach her. It was like a person, falling into quicksand. The more you try, the worst it is. The more Mike tried, the further she seemed. He saw her face, full of despair. And as a tear went down her cheek, she tumbled to the ground. He could not believe this. A rage, from deep inside him, came out. As the fade tryed to stab him with his claws, Mike swiftly dodged him, and insrted his knife up the fade´s stomach. The fade lost his balance, and fell to his knees. When he looked up, all he saw was a pistol, and BANG! He was killed.
"NO! JO! WAKE UP!! WAKE UP!!" Mark began to scream. The pain he began to feel was terrible. It was worst than having molten lead poured down your throught. "Mark...." Jo whispered. He looked at her with a face full of hope. "Promise me..... promise me that you will live..... promise me..... that you will excape......" she said. "Yes, I promise you Jo" sobbed Mark, grabing her hands "Just don´t die on me....". But it was too late. Her hand was ice cold, and she was dead.
Well, this is the first part. Sorry for any mistakes.
(oh yeah, it will be related to NS, but may contain some "twists")
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It was a time of despair amongst the human race. After 50 long years. 50 years of death. 50 years of pain. 50 years of suffering. After 50 years of fighting in this war against the Kharaa, we, mankind, were begining to lose.
The invasion of our Solar System began, with Space Station Janos, surrounding Neptune, fell to the hands of the bloodthirsty Kharaa. Now all humanity were joining the Frontiersman, or else their long and prosperous civilisation would succumb for the aliens.
-- Chapter 1 -- Her Death
All was silent, all was quiet, all was peacefull at Space Station Janos, or SSJ ad it was commonly known. At dock 5A, resided Mark "Hawk" Johnson. A marine, who was just delievered from Boot Camp to re-enforce the Solar System´s entrance. It was his first week on the job, and he was about to enter his routine. Wake up, patrol around SSJ, and check on the defence of the place. It was a dull job, making him whish that he was somewhere on the Frontline, killing some Kharaa. The only exciting thing about his routine was his partner for making the patrol, his love, Joane Kathlyn.
When he arrived at the SSJ Reception area, where his patrol began, he saw her. He could never get tired of watching her. That long, black, wavy hair. Her two, black eyes. Her smooth skin. She resembled an angel, which would be eternal. "Hey, Mark! Had a good night rest?" she asked him. "Had better nights." he answered. She saw that he was kind of sleepy and tried to cheer him up "Well, I have a feeling something is gonna happen today!". Mark knew better than anyone that nothing would happen. Patrol job, and guarding a space station deep into allied lines was boring. Nothing would happen. He knew that she was just trying to cheer him up. She always did that, since 8th grade, when they first met, through college, through Boot Camp, always.
The patrol began as usuall. Pasing through the mess hall, checking for any fights between fellow TSA. Checking the engine room for any malfunction, seeing if the weapons depo. was OK. Everything went as dull as always, except for the last part. As he and Jo where passing by Connection Walkway 2, looking outside the window, and chatting as usual, they began to hear a noise. It was comming from the Air Lock of that corridor. The both of them got their guns ready and went to investigate. "I'll go first, then you enter" said Jo. Mike didn't like the idea, but agreed with her, since she was the brains and always had a plan for things like these. She pressed the button to open the Air Lock and looked inside. Nothing. "Oh well, seems like it was nothing" she said. They were about to laugh, about of how they were being so stupid about this, when Mike saw it.
A shadow appeared behind Jo. It was as though Death appeared. With her black robe, and sickle, ready to slice Jo opened. But what Mike saw was not that. It was something worse. It was a fade. The monster gave a shriek, and stabed Jo, piercing her armour, and her heart. Mike could not believe that. He saw her, falling to the ground. It was as though time went slower. He tried to reach her with his arms, but he couldn´t reach her. It was like a person, falling into quicksand. The more you try, the worst it is. The more Mike tried, the further she seemed. He saw her face, full of despair. And as a tear went down her cheek, she tumbled to the ground. He could not believe this. A rage, from deep inside him, came out. As the fade tryed to stab him with his claws, Mike swiftly dodged him, and insrted his knife up the fade´s stomach. The fade lost his balance, and fell to his knees. When he looked up, all he saw was a pistol, and BANG! He was killed.
"NO! JO! WAKE UP!! WAKE UP!!" Mark began to scream. The pain he began to feel was terrible. It was worst than having molten lead poured down your throught. "Mark...." Jo whispered. He looked at her with a face full of hope. "Promise me..... promise me that you will live..... promise me..... that you will excape......" she said. "Yes, I promise you Jo" sobbed Mark, grabing her hands "Just don´t die on me....". But it was too late. Her hand was ice cold, and she was dead.
Well, this is the first part. Sorry for any mistakes.
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Mike stood up. After closing Jo's eyes, he put a new clip on his pistol and armed his LMG. He would keep her promise. He will survive. The alarms started bussing, and the Air Lock began to go red. "Inruder Alert, Intruder Alert. All marines report to Janos Entrance." the voice on his hud said, giving a blue dot to show him where to go. Mike went on rushing down the corridor, to his designated area. All civilians, TSA scientists and High-Ranked commanders where all swarming past him, to the other direction. To the escape pods.
As Mike arrived to the entrance, he saw several of his Frontiersman buddies arriving. They were all getting into positions. He quickly went behind the receptionist's table, for cover, and waited. He was the last of the TSA marines to get there, and they just waited. Mike could feel his sweat rolling down his face. "Allright you pieces of ****, shoot everything that come out through that door" shouted the commander, as he pointed his HMG to the locked entrance. They waited nervously. They could hear Kharaa chuckles comming from everywhere. All marines, who never had combat experience before, where looking all around, wondering where they where. It was then the door they were all aiming at began to rumble.
Thud, THUD. It was getting louder by the minute. Everyone was shaking, trembling. It was then that the door fell down and a Onos came right through it. "SHOOT THE ****" screamed the commander, and thousands of bullets went raining down to the Onos. He managed to give a swing, and a TSA flew behind him, to a swarming pack of Skulks and Fades. Before the Onos fell down after being hit by so many bullets, Mark, and all the other Frontiersman, saw what was happening behind that huge beast. The TSA who flew there was being riped into peaces. His arms was being skinned, his intestines where being riped out of him, as the poor man screamed. Skulks where fighting for a piece of eye that poped out of his head, and the Fades where digesting his guts. It was the most grousome thing all of the Frontiersman present saw.
Mark gave one more round of bullets on a Fade near another companion, when everyone began to run away. Remembering his promise to Jo, that he would live, he also began to flee. He ran, and ran, and ran. All he could do was run. Run for his life, run to an escape pod. When he arrived at the entrance, he saw 5 of his comrades down on the floor, and an Onos stomping their heads. Mike had little options. Behind him came a swarm of skulks and fades, in front of him was a deadly Onos. The only one thing he could do was to fight, fight for the exit. He reloded his LMG. It was his last clip. Thinking to himdelf "I will not die. Not today." He run towards the Onos shooting him, and as if a miracle happened, the Onos fell down, probably due to the fact that the other marines . The beast was almost dieing, living his last few moments of life. Mark wanted to kill him, but was without ammo. He went up close to him, breathing heavily. "You freakin' Kharaa. I will kill all of you still" he screamed, reaching for his knife.
It was then that he had an unfortunate suprise. He forgot to remove his knife from the fade that killed Jo. He had no weapon. The Onos gave a slight chuckle and, with his last breath, he swung his tusk as hard as he could. That imense and thick tuck went right through his leg. The pain was incredable. The scream would shater any type of glass. Mark fell to ground. Without knowing how he managed it, he crawled into the pod and closed the door. He pressed the ejection button. The pods computer gave several beeps and ploted the course. Mike's vision began to get all blury, and the last thing he saw before he passed out was the screen which showed the course. He was heading for Saturn.
Once again, sorry for any mistakes I wrote. I know the begining has been a bit cliche, without mushc action, but the next chapters will have MUCH more action. <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> <!--emo&::asrifle::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/asrifle.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='asrifle.gif'><!--endemo-->
After being found uncouncious by the <i>USS Xaviour</i>, as the pod was on course for Saturn, and being in coma for 2 weeks, Mark finally woke up. After being submited into the Med Pool, where he would be treated with antibiotics to destroy any remaining bacterium infection, Mark was ordered to present himself to the Commander's Office.
"At ease soldier" ordered the commander. "Now, I heard you were from Space Station Janos, is that correct soldier?". "Sir yes sir!" was the response of Mark. "Well, I am sorry to inform you that you were the only survivor" said the commander. A tear ran down Mark's cheek, as he remembered Jo. The commander continued "And since you have been out for 2 weeks now, I have the obligation to inform you of our current status."
He pressed a button and a holograph appeared, showing the Solar System, with all 9 planets and their moons. "Pluto, Neptune and Uranus already fell to the Kharaa fleet, and in Saturn, we only have out bases on Titan, Rhea and Calypso left. All the other moons sucumbed" He once again pressed the button and all the planets and moon he stated diapeared. "The Kharaa began to invade our Solar System, with full power, leaving little or no resistance to our TSA comrades at the front. How they managed to pass through our defence is a mystery, but that is the least of our worries. We must first hold, until our fleet arrives from the front to give us back-up. Intel predicts that they should come in about 3 months." The commander turned around and turned off the holographic projector. "Since you were the sole survivor of the first Kharaa wave, you are promoted to Sargent. And you will head towards Pandora Research Base at 0900 hours. You will be the back-up of a group of TSA Frontiersman that are trying to take over our base once again. Dismissed soldier"
Mark was still in shock. In shock of Jo's death, shock of the commander's heart of rock, sending him to a mission few hours after he left MedDeck. But there was nothing he could do, just sleep until then. 0300. A few hours of sleep would do him good.
It was 0830, and Mark got up. After getting inside his Standard Battl Suit, he headed to the armory. Since he was now a Sargent, he recieved an Advanced Helmet HUD. With it, he could ask for back-up for the fleet, send Intel to the fleet and it had Nightvision, so no flashlight was needed. As he entered the dropship, he began to notice the rest of the troops. All of them were privates, making him the commanding officer. What were they thinking? He hardly had any combat experience, and didn't know how to command. But there was nothing he could do about it.
The hangar doors opened and the dropship went to it's destination, followed by 5 other dropships. As they arrived into broadcast zone, so that they could be teleported via the IP, an explosion happened. One of the dropships was down, and behind them were Kinglies, an advance form of Lerk, which had the job to take down Intergallatic dropships. BOM! another explosion happened. A voice from the HUD came by "Broadcast zone sir. You are good to go". "Allright everyone, head into the IP now!" he screamed, and all of his troops went runing into the teleport. Each time someone entered, a blue flash appeared. Another explosion happened. 3 ships left. BOM! 2 ships. BOM! Only one more ship. The last private entered and Mark jumped inside, and just in time, since his ship blew up soon afterwards.
Please, continue.
Mark stumbled down to the floor as he got out of the IP. As he got up from the metal floor and looked for his fellow companions, he saw that a battle raged on. He quickly took his LMG and looked for cover. It was only skulks that were comming, but they decimated all of his troops, who never had a combat experience. Leveling his weapon with his eyes, he pushed the trigger and a burst of bullets went flying towards a skulk. His carcase could be seen on the base's walls. The chaotic battle continued for a good 15 minutes, until the skulk rush was halted by some turrets which were deployed and built. Mark looked around. He could see that most of his troops were dead. Some had blood running down their face, others didn't even had faces anymore. He was only left with the present commander, an afro-american soldier and an asian soldier. Both of them were seriously injured and were crying for med packs. The commander didn't respond their desperate cries. He was in a state of shock after seeing all of his friends being KIA.
Mark now saw why he was chosen to be the commanding officer. He was the only person who didn't have an injury, or was in shock. Now he saw why the TSA wasn't being able to survive that long. All of the soldiers present never had any combat experience, and only shot with their LMG at Boot Camp. He had to do something about this. They were sent on a mission to re-take Pandora. He marched down the corridor, strait to the commanding console. After oppening the console, and seeing the terrified commander, he pulled him out of the chair and went inside. They had plenty of resources, so alot could be done. He first started giving med packs to the injured soldiers, so they could at least stand up and shoot. He then droped a couple of JP for himself and began to look for a location to build a base near the hive. He knew that if he took out the hive, the Kharaa wouldn't be abble to regenerate any more, and would lose their health slowly. He also knew that there was only one hive, or else fades would also have attacked them. Not missing his Kharaa Structures Class felt good. After droping an armory on his provisional base, he got out of the comm chair. "You two, guard this place with your life." he ordered to the two marines who could still shoot. He reloded his LMG and went flying to the main hive. His study of Pandora's Structure inside the dropship had it's rewards.
He entered a near by vent and proceeded to the hive. As he entered the dark, and cold vent, Mike felt a shiver up his spine. The walls seemed to be closing in on him. The air was getting thicker as he went further down the hive. At any moment a skulk could appear from anywere. From the next corner, from the side, from the top, anywere. All he could hear was his steps and water flowing near by. "Think I'm near the hive now" he thought to himself, knowing that it involved humidity for one to estabalish. He reached a connection part. To his left was the path towards the hive. To his right was the path towards the armory. He proceeded to his right and saw something terrible. The location was now infested with skulks, who completely ignored the un-built armory. After taking a few deep breaths to regain his courage, he slowly crept inside. "One, two, three, four, five, six skulks" he counted. Taking aim from his dark corner, he he let the bullets go. It was as though a blazing rain of fire appeared out fo no where. The skulks didn't see him. All they saw was that one by one they were getting killed. When one skulk was left, the creature fleeded, in fear for his life.
He entered his 'base' and saw why the skulks were there. A carcase of a man lied on the corner. His armor was ripped apart, exposing his soft, and juicy sking. Some bits where bitten off, showing his arteries and veins, still squirting blood. His face was now only a skeleton, with pieces of flesh hanging from it. The stench that came from the body was the same of rooten meat which was left out in the sun for years, although he was probably killed a few minutes ago. The only pleasurable thing from this site was a GL that was held tight to his hand. So tight that Mark had to cut his fingers with his knife to take it. Looking at his new shiny weapon with great delightfulnes, then to the body, he thought out loud "I shall avenge you, fellow soldier". He then built the armory and got ammo for his weapon. He was now ready to take out the hive.
next chapter soon perhaps? :-D
yeah, that part is pretty freaky, but stuff like that always makes me <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo-->
now worries, it's an good story so far
Jumping back to the vent, Mark began to head towards the alien hive. Once again, the air grew thicker as he got closer to the hive. His steps echoed through out the vent, and was only chalanged by the sound that the Kharaa's structure made. His hand began to sweat as the sounds got closer and closer. He began to think about why he volonteered to become a marine. Was it because he wanted to prove to his father that he was worthy of the familly's name? Was it due to the fact that he was jealous of his older brother´s medals? No. The reason he entered the TSA Frontiersman was so that he could protect Jo from any danger. But he had failed. He failed on everything. He failed on protecting her. Failed on honering his name. He felt ashamed, for being the only survivor, the only person who was scared enough to flee, not protecting the place. And all of these thoughts brought an anger deep inside him. It was as though a flame was lit, that rage was set free from it's cage. He wanted to kill.
He knew when the vent was about to end, since the vent was now begining to have green slime appearing everywhere. As he arrived to the end of the vent he saw it. He was right above it, and down below him was the hive, surrounded by skulks and OCs. It was as though he passed through the gates of hell. The great, big hive, with the shape of a heart had veins appearing, slime dripping from it and the stench of the marine's corpse he found earlier. The skulks beneath it were having a banquet. A banquet of flesh and blood. A banquet of sin and fear. A banquet of death. There were dead marines down there, deformed by the aliens. There were live marines, with their guts comming out of their body, beggin to get killed. "How can they do this? How can they be so ruthless?" he thought to himself. The anger which grew inside him was getting more and more intense. He began to feel as though lava was passing through his veins. He had to pull the trigger.
A storm of granades began to fall down on the hive and skulks. Huge explosions began to occur, leaving the skulks confused and looking for a place to hive, whilst the live marines thought it was a gift from heaven, that their pain would soon be over. The hive began to die, as well as the OCs. It was as though the organic structure began to melt, exposing it's veins, arteries and muscles. After depleting all of the ammo of his GL, Mark threw away his GL and floated down, as he loaded his pistol. As he landed, a skulk leaped towards him, but was too slow for him. He recieved a bullet on what seemed to be a head afterwards. A flock of skulks appeared from what was their cover from the granades. They flew past the flames that the granades left, attacking Mark. Holding his pistol on one hand and knife on the other he began to kill them one by one, with the pistol first. When all ammo was depleted, he ran towards the remaining few, using the knife to slash and pistol to hammer. After slicing past through one, exposing it's inside, he hammered the pistol on another one's head, crushing its skull. One came from behind, but was caught in suprise from a flying pistol. One skulk was left, and began to flee. He knew that it could turn into a gorge and re-build the hive, so he threw his knife at it. It fell on the floor. Walking slowly towards the monster, he removed his HUD and took the knife back. But he was not over. Raising his hand, showing the bloody knife, he began to slash and stap the dead skulk.
"Inside! Move, move!" came a voice from the outside chamber. And in came a squad of marines. When they entered the Hive Location, all they could see was fire and blood. "What´s that?" whispered a marine, pointing at a flame. And out of it came a figure. They didn't know if it was an angel, or a demon, for it was a terrifing scene. A figure behind the flame began to stand up, and move towards them. As it passed right through the flames, the figure then became a shadow holding a knife on his right hand. A black hair was in front of the face, and as it looked up, a red eye appeared and it gave a smile, not a happy smile, but a smile of pleasure. Pleasure of killing.
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hehe, it's gonna get much more freakier than this and chapter 5. <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
Pure ownage!!!11oneone If only we have secondary attacks like the rifle butt smash in Dod (which they should add to all weapons). Pistol whip the local gorge today!
Subject: Mission Report
Location: Pandora Research Base
Mission: Take over Pandora Research Base
Mission Status: Acomplished
Incoming Message.....</i>
<i>We arrived at Pandora at 1200, as planed. The entrance was being guarded by 2 seriously wounded marines and another one with what seemed psycological stress. The 3 were quickly sent back to the dropship for advanced medical attention. Liutenent Sergei entered the console and re-built the base. After setting up defences, a group of 5 marines, lead by Sargent Havoc. We began to search for the hives. One was found by the Water Treatment Centre, but was unbuilt. Hive lockdown procedure occured. Our search began once again. The second hive was found by the Underwater Research Pool I, once again it was also unbuilt. However, the location was not empty and creatures emeged out of the water. We don't know if they were a new species of Kharaa, or an experiment made by us. It attacked us, killing one of us. Due to threat we reacted by eliminating the opposition. We once again followed down the corridors of Pandora. This time the next hive was found by the Nuclear Fission Pool. We proceded entered the location and found the place surrounded by fire. A fellow marine appeared out of the flames and expllained what happened. That he took out the whole hive alone, and without any serious injuries. We sent him back to the dropship, escorted by 1 private. We began to do the cleanup, by using liquid nitrogen to stop the fire and by freezing the structure which were destroyed, facilitating the removal. However, whilst we did the clean-up, we found a 4th hive. Not built yet, but still quite a suprise for us all, since we thought 3 was the maximum the aliens could build on a location of 5 miles of radius. We also found some data from the survailance nano-cameras, and about the researches which were happening there before the attack.
Casualties of Kharaa offensive: Estimates are of over 2000 TSA, marines and researchers.
Casualties of TSA offensive: 532 skulks and 10 gorges.
Transmition Ending....</i>
Admiral Defrage opened the attached information of the offense. He rubbed his eyes, as though he didn't believe what he saw. "Huh? WTH?" he thought out loud. After the information was over, he called his secretary
"Miss. Hart, tell Intel. I need to see them ASAP"
This ain't a chapter, more of an "interlude". Not exactly exiting, but I think that it'll be useful for the following chapters. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
By the way, I'll probably won't be able to write for 2 days, since (FINALLY) I'll be getting a connection upgrade. YEAH!! <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
Chapter 6 - Mind Breaking
Mark opened his eyes. He was looking at the cealling of his room. "God, it's good to be back alive" he thought to himself. The takeover of Pandora led to great finding, both on new TSA technology, and on Kharaa research, however both information became top-secret and were sent back to TSA HQ, back on Earth. Mike had recieved a 2 days rest, since he took over Pandora alone. It would have been 2 weeks, but due to the current crisis the time was shortened. And of course, the 2 days rest meant ship patrol and guard duty.
After removing his armor he went to the showers. His back was full of scratches, probably made by skulks during his siege of the hive. As the cool water passed sown his back, he felt relieved. The only thing he could think of was getting a hot meal and falling in bed, on a nice long sleep. Of course, he knew that it was not going to happen. Hot dishes were only served for the Admirals, and they made sure that they slept for everyone, leaving all their work to the Majors.
Mark got out of his room and went down to mess hall. Getting in line with the officers, he beggan to hear people speak about him, as they stared at him in an awkward way. "Look, there's Lucifer. Heard he took out a whole hive alone" they said. Mark heard it an lowered his head. He heard from everyone that he destroyed a highly-fortifyed hive all alone, but he did not remember. All that he could recall was grabing a GL and entering the vent. The next thing he knew, he was on a dropship, heading back to the <i>USS Xaviour</i>. After grabing his tray, he got the usual piece of **** as always and went to sit down. He found an empty table and began to eat. He never did have many friends, but they wouldn't avoid him. Now this was happening. People began to avid that table, to avoid Lucifer.
As he finished his dinner, he was pushed by a TSA. "oh, I think 'the devil' fell. Hahahaha, freakin nerd. Just wants to attract atention." said the marine who pushed him. Rage began to grow inside him. The same rage as of the one he felt when he attacked the hive. Grabing hold of the knife he had, jumped towards the marine. "YOU ARE DEAD!" he screamed, and stabed the man right through his heart. The bully fell down, and wimped "Mummy....". Everyone jumped back, fearing him, as he grabed the marine. He cut open the marine, who was still alive. Screaming in pain and crying for help, he saw his intestines being lifted up. Mark had opened up the man and riped of his intsetines, when he was still alive. "Good, now eat it!" said a voice from inside Mark's head. "No... Get out.... get.... out...." he began to shout, as he put his hand around his head.
"What have I done?" Marks said, droping his bloody knife on the bloody floor. The man he killed was on the floor, with his eyes wide opened and with a face of pain. He was put inside out, and was lying there. Mark fell to the ground "Did... I do.... this?" he whimpered. Just then, a couple of marines, with full armour, entered the area and arrested Mark. He didn't remember doing this, he just remembered being thrown to the floor, and... "he rage!" he thought. "It was like someone was like someone was breaking into... my mind!"
Sorry about this crappy chapter and the mistakes. It's just that I'm kind of tired today and ain't focusing that well.
*rings counter bell*
more please.
Chapter 7 - Back to Earth
Mark knew what would happen to him. He killed a person intentionally, and removing his organs whilst the marine was still alive was considered torture. He would be sent back to Earth, to be in trial for the TSA Supreme Court.
Two marines entered Mark´s cell and chained him. He was thrown in a Prison Pod. The wormhole for fast space traveling opened, and the ship zoomed inside. The next thing you could see was the hole ending and Earth appearing. "<i>USS Xaviour</i> P-Pod. You are about to be embarked. Step away from the door" said a voice. Mark compiled, and the door was burst opened with an explosion. Smoke entered the pod and Mark fell asleep.
When he woke up, he was inside a cell. It was a small room, but with a window. And outside it was green. Green grass, green trees. He knew were he was. he knew that window. It was Death Island, where everyone had the best, for it would be their last. Sitting down on his bed, Mark raised his hand and put it against his eyes. "How could I do that? How could I murder someone?" he thought. "What was that voice? It seemed as though someone was trying to manipulate me. And that voice looked like Jo's". But that didn't matter anymore. Even if he found out why that happened, and who was that voice, he couldn't do anything about it. His destiny was death, and all he had to do was to wait.
After 3 days of waiting, he was taken to court. As his prison ship flew through the city, he saw on a holographic projection the latest news. "As the Kharaa invasion continues, TSA casualties are estimated to be over 25 thousand marines and 50 thousand researchers. Saturn and Jupiter was conquered in just 2 days of conflit. Survivors say that a new species of Kharaa appeared, which resembled a human. It is said that this specie managed to destroy, alone, a Valhala Battle Cruiser. Most of the Frontiersman's defence was destroyed, leaving only Mars Advanced Defence Outpost as Earth's last hope, until back-up arrives from the Front. This is Flora Giuliani, for CNN"
"Great. We are about to be destroyed and here I am going to court. Just great....." TSA Supreme Court was ruled by one man only. General Duke. He was the person that decided what would be your fate, even if you didn't have a trial. As he arrived to the court, he was told to enter the General's office. Not court room, but... office? Mark agreed and entered.
Duke was standing behind a huge desk, surrounded with military books and paintings of great leaders. He looked at Mark with his cold eyes and began to speak. "Sargent, I know what you did. both at Xaviour and Pandora. So I'll cut the chit-chat and go strait to the point. You killed a marine, but also you destroyed single handed a heavly fortified hive. Under normall circumstances, you would die hanged, no matter how many heroic things you did in your whole sorry life, but current times are desperate. Jupiter was taken over, and Intel is predicting one more month before Fleet arrives, and I must confess that we can't hold out much longer. So we are beggining an offensive, by destroying what seems to be like the Kharaa's main HQ. Space Station Janus. We would send a group of specilised commandos, but they are all busy back on defence, so you will go alone. If succesful, you will be a free man and win medals. If not... well, then we are all dead." the General closed his eyes, not trying to imagine the imaginable "Well, what are you waiting soldier. Get going"
Once again, sorry for this shity chapter
This was his chance. His chance to redeem his past. To be forgiven for his crimes. Mark was then taken to a teleport room, deep inside the General's offices. He was sent up to the TSA HQ. Orbiting Station Alpha. When he arrived there, he was allready expected and brought to the briefing room. There, was Chancellor Kindersly (leader of the TSA Group), with 3 heavily armoured marines, carring HMG. "So this is 'the devil' that I heard so much about? Very well then" he proceeded up to the stage and began "You are having the honour of being briefed by me" he said, in an arrogatn way "Thus, I must state our current satus and current information regarding the Kharaa invasion. As you must know by now, we lost Jupiter in a matter of hours, and only Mars is left between the apocalypse and Earth. We are holding a tough resistance at Mars, due to our Ion Moons (moons which are weapons), but I am affraid we will not resist for one more month, until Fleet arrives. Therefore, your mission will be to destroy Janus. You will be given access to any arsenal you see fit, however, I must inform you that you will go alone. Now, for current and new information, I will give you Admiral Defrage"
In entered a man, with what seemed to be a squashed nose. Yes, that was Admiral Defrage, head of the Scientific Squad of the TSA. "Bonjour Sargent. You might not heard about this yet, but your little stunt at Pandora gave us valuable information regarding the Kharaa." Defrage began "We found out how that Kharaa managed to pass through our defences. It was a fourth hive. It seems that with four hives, the alien threat can travel strait through their home planet, if they have one, to the location desired. Researchers at Pandora arrived to that conclusion, which explains the never-ending Kharaas that appear on the front, much faster than the speed that one hive can spawn skulks. This lead to the invasion. We managed to track where the 4 hives were built. Janus. That's right, Space Station Janus. It seems that someone was performing illegal 'experiments', leading to this dreadful event."
The Chancellor then beggan once again "You will go to Janus in 2 hours. During this time, study the flight plan, stucture plants and chose your weapons. Dismissed soldier"
Mark went down to the armory. He had clearance to every weapon and experimental tchnology availabel. His arsenal was a mighty one. Weapons: Standard Combat Knife, a double 13.4mm Luther Pistol, a Napalm Launcher, and a HMG with smart bullets. Accesories: Light-weighted Heavy Armour (same protection as HM, but weightless) and a Jet Pack. Once he was locked and loaded, he went to chose his transportation. It an easy choice. An X-Wing.
It was time to go to Janus. Pass through the Kharaa front and enter Janus. He entered the newly formed wormhole and went to Janus. This showed that the location beacon at Janus was not damaged. After passing through the hole he saw Janus. It was now a half metal, half organic piece of junk. Space OCs surrounded the place, but nothing that a good clocking device would do to pass through that. If he wanted to enter the premesis without alerting all the hives he had to go in quietly. His plan was simple enough. Planting thermo-semtex on the main generator would lead to a chain reaction, leading to the destrucion of Janus. This would not only open an entrance to the incoming fleet, but would cause havoc amongst them, making the majority of the invadors retreat back to Janus, to protect the base, making the TSA on defence to break through their lines. As the X-Wing entered the destroyed docking bay, Mark readied his gun.
ok, ok. The X-Wing part was not very original, but I just saw Star Wars and I can't get that ship outa my mind. Anyways, good part will happen on next chapter. LET THE KILLING BEGGIN!!! BWAHAHAHA!!!! <!--emo&::asrifle::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/asrifle.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='asrifle.gif'><!--endemo-->
Chapter 9 - Traped
He got inside his armour, got his jet pack, put both pistols on the holster, put his launcher on his pack, got the thermo-semtex and got his HMG. He opened the Cargo Air Lock, leading inside Janus and crept inside slowly. Flashes of what happened passed through his mind. It was here that Jo was killed. Here that he failed. But that was past now, and Mark had to concentrate on the future. The Air Lock closed and stabilization occured. He lowered the screen of his HUB, so he could smell the place. Smelled like rotten eggs, probably due do the sulpher hydroxide released by the organic structures.
The long, once well lighted corridor was now a deep pit, inviting him to hell. Sounds, of what seemed like little devils chuckling at him, were all around. Next to him, behind him, in front of him. The Main Generator was just around the next corner, past the double-layered blast doors. As Mark turned around the corner, two fades where by the door, guarding it. He quickly hid behind a box, before the fades could notice him. "Damn" he thought to himself. Geting his HMG, Mark got up from his hiding place and fired a rain of bullets. Both were caught by suprise, and one was killed before they could look to where the bullets were comming from. Responding to the threat, the remaining fade fired an acid rocket. As the organic projectile splatered against the wall, throwing acids all around the corridor. Quickly hiding again, the acid only ate the top part of the box in which he was hiding, not harming him. Standing up once again, Mark fired just a few shots this time, to scare the fade, and, once again, luck was on his side and the fade was killed.
Mark reached the door and saw it was locked "No problem, just get my welder and...." as he reached for the welder he suddenly realised what happened. He did not get a welder. As he gave a disapointed look, and took cover inside a dark vent, he removed his map. The holograph appeared, and quickly ploted a course to inside the room. The only entrance was through the ships sewers, passing through the Water Purufication area and entering the Cooling Agent, to reach the hive. This meant a long swim, with no air bubbles for him, unless the infestation changed things. He would have to travel down through the Maintance Elevator to reach the sewers, and the fastest way was through another vent. As he was getting out of his current location, the voice came back "You will not make it. You will die here", this time more sinister and louder than ever. Trying to ignore it, he proceded to the other vent, strangely enough, without any resistance at all. It was as though he was being expected. When Mark entered the vent, he heard a loud thud. As he looked backwards, he saw that the entrance was locked by a hatch. Another thud was heard, and this time, a hatch was found on the exit, leading into the Elevator Shaft. Mark was in a vent without exits. He was traped.
... sex education anyone?
cliched story... but good...a little violent
PMSing? uhm... and that is?
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nah, missed it. Don't really like biology leasons... sleepy...... zzzzz......
he took down a hive by himself, and then killed a guy who shoved him, and then became uber rambo, but got trapped
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PMS =Post Menstrual Syndrome, it's a time of irratiblity and some uncomfortable symptoms that occur after menstraution
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That's about it really, but it will be explained.
It's all in the voices...
He looked around, and began to think of a way out. The hatches were too thick to be blown up, the vent's walls and floors couldn't be broken. Desperation began, leading to fear, and leading to rage. Just then, skulks appeared inside the vent, hading towards him. Where they came from was a mystery for him now, but he had other things to do first. Kill some aliens. Arming his HMG and taking aim, he pulled the trigger. They splatered as their bodies met with the bullet. The skulks kept on appearing, and appearing, never ending. His clip was finishing and he couldn't relode, he didn't have time. Droping his HMG on the floor, he took out his pistols and began to shoot. Once again the clips finished, and he took out his knife. Using the napalm could kill him, due to the tight space available. "****, there's no way out now." he said. As he moved backwards, to try to excape the skulks he saw something. An opened space on the vent's cealling. Turning on his JP, he flew upwards. The flames of the JP burned the skulks who were following him. Finally, he saw the vent ending.
As he flew upwards, like a hawk, he appeared in the worst location he could be. Inside a heavily defended hive. "NOO" he shouted, and continued upwards. The hive was in a stock room, with several pipes passing from one end to another. There was one, big door on one end, leading to the Station, and another door on the other side, leading to a space dock. Knowing that he couldn't take out that heavily fortified hive, with only a knife and a napalm launcher, so he began to fly around the are, dodgin the green projectiles that the OCs threw, and the missiles from the fades. He began to think "There must be another exit around here, but where?". He took cover on top of one of the pipes and quickly took out his holographic projector again. The map showed the location of a vent, which would lead to the Sewer's Hall for Intense Treatment. A place were the heavy materials comming to the sewers, such as acids and poison, was treated with a huge intensity.
Turning on his JP once again, he flew to the vent. Once again dodgin the projectiles. When he managed to enter inside the vent, the wave of skulks appeared again and followed him. Heading down the dark, gloomy vent, more skulks beagan to appear from connections. When he was reaching the end of the vent, he looked backwards and saw the skulks. He took out his napalm-launcher, and fired. The flames came out of the tip of the weapon and burned the skulks, but also set fire to the vent. The heat grew intense, and when he got out of the vent, he pressed a button next to it. The hatch closed and the skulks were left there to burn. So much for the silent approach.
As he landed, he looked around. Huge pillars of water were all around the room, and the treatment pool was in the middle. When his feet touched the ground, he fell. His leg was aching. He looked down and saw the a bit of acid ate away the armour, which eventually lead to his leg. He took out the leg armour and saw the damage. The skin was eaten away, exposing his muscles. "Ouch!" he said to himself. He crawled, in a pathetic way, to the treater cabin. The door swinged opened and the man entered the room, searching for something on the wall. He found what he wanted, a med station. He got the hose from the station and poured the medicine to his wound. It contained an anlgesic and nano-robots. The mechanical units began to reconstruct his skin, to protect his exposed muscles. Falling backwards against the wall, he closed his eyes and rested. A sound of a roar came to his ears and he looked to where it came from. It was heading closer and closer, and it came from a door, with a sign on top reading: Sewer's Hall for Intense Treatment S.H.I.T.