Feelings
P-Khan
Join Date: 2003-05-27 Member: 16776Members
Join Date: 2003-05-27 Member: 16776Members
My second story. It's gonna be WAY shorter than The Lone Gunner, only 3 or 4 chapters, I think.
Gonna give a brief idea of the story, and I'll start working on it tomorrow.
This is NOT going to be like my last story, with someone going rambo, killing everyone and all. Of course, it will have some action, but most of the story is going to invovle phylosophical ideas, and thoughts about life. I'm gonna try something, well, kinda boring for some people, but extremelly interesting to others.
It will be about a TSA Marine, who starts thinking about life, and the war, and such. All after a battle.
Gonna give a brief idea of the story, and I'll start working on it tomorrow.
This is NOT going to be like my last story, with someone going rambo, killing everyone and all. Of course, it will have some action, but most of the story is going to invovle phylosophical ideas, and thoughts about life. I'm gonna try something, well, kinda boring for some people, but extremelly interesting to others.
It will be about a TSA Marine, who starts thinking about life, and the war, and such. All after a battle.
Comments
"Why do we fight? Some people fight for freedom. Some fight for honour. Some fight for fun. Humanity has always been in war. Either with each other, or with nature. Now, humanity is at war with other creatures. They call them "savage beasts" and "irracional", but who are we to judge? We, humans, are also savage beasts. We are irracional living things. Of course, we have evolved into a 'greater' life form than most other creatures. Our brain has developed, we manage to create all kinds of magnificent objects. However, feelings controlls us. The presense of feelings mangles with our racionality, transforming us into irracional animals. Our sloughter of the living makes us savage beasts. How many species of animals we made extinct? How many millions of cows and chickens we kill, just to eat? How many thousands of foxes we kill, so that our females can have their fur?
We call the Kharaa ruthless beings, and we do not have the privilege to do that. We, humans, are more ruthless than the Kharaa. Our history is full of ruthlesness. The crucification of Jesus. The Crusades. Napoleon's conquest. The Vietnam War. Bloody Sunday. The Holocaust. These aliens are not the scum of the galaxy. Humanity is the scum of the universe. We kill each other, for what? Land. Territory. This is the inevitable destiny of mankind. It is writen on our genes. We are carnivours. We are an epidemic. We are death."
<i>September - 23 - 2465, Captain Robert Kingsly</i>
Is this guy a Captain? Or a philosopher? Me thinks there should be some sort of link up between his job and this thought, unless this is his doodle board.
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I wish <i>I</i> had a doodle board.
Chapter 1
Once again, I couldn't sleep. I just looked up at the cealling. Both of the moons were the only light source in his room. It was 5:50am. In 10 minutes, the sun would come and I would have to get out of bed. We were going to take over a small base, outside Sector 6 of Basil, one of the moons of Hallward. I got out of bed, thinking about how my men were doing, what tactics we should use, and so on. I got into my battle clothes, and went down to the armory.
The coridor leading to the elevator was still with the lights quite dim. The only sound I heard was my breath. As I entered inside the elevator, the the lights were lit and the windows closed with the dark screen, since the sun would be too intendese. The elevator hummed down to the armory, and when I got there, Joe was already waiting for me. He gave me my HA, and HMG, wished me good luck, and went to another room, probably to get the LMGs of my men. I went down to my office, were I would have my briefing at my table. The orders were the same as always. Eliminate any threat at that sector.
Always the same. We always had to 'Eliminate any threat'. But what was threat? I began to think about my teaching years of T.O.K. and morality. Of course, that was before the war started.
We had to eliminate any threat, but weren't we threats also? What we were doing was to remove these aliens from their natural habitat, so we could build a minning base there. So, aren't we the threat? Earth calls it self a Republic, but we are more like an Empire. Just because there isn't a human presence at a certain sector, doesn't mean we have the right to take it over from whatever species lived there. It's true that we have only found creatures who doesn't seem to have any reasoning, but that doesn't give us the right to kill them. We are not God, we can't decide who lives and who dies. That's how the pandas and the tigers were extinct from Earth, 450 years ago. We killed them because they were living at 'useful space' and would become savage and ferousious when someone got near. It was because we were entering their nesting area. It was because we were killing their young ones.
But now, I am just a soldier, and can't protest from such immoral orders. If I do protest, I'll probably suffer an 'accident' during a mission, like an experienced veteran 'forgeting' to lock his weapon into safety mode. I went to the room adjacent to my office, and in there, were all of my men, having a good laugh and smoking some cigars. Such young men, with such young minds. Most of them were new. I always had new soldiers. Half of my troops always dies during battle. Only my friend, Ralf, who is a Sargent, has surrvived all the battles with me. I gave the orders to my men, showed a map of the moon, with the location of the bunkers, caves, strategic hills, and so on. The moon had the same climate as did a rainforest. Humid and hot. But there was hardly any vegetation, and many rocks. The perfect climate for the Kharaa.
After the briefing was done, I leaded my men down to the hangar. A Class C Dropship was awaiting us. I looked outside, into the hanger, and I must say, I never get tired of that beautiful view. The dropship, floating above the mechanics. Fighters comming in and out. It is just wonderful. Actually, the only pleasent thing of my job is this. It's not the adrenaline of an invasion, the honour of being in command. All of these things were like a prickle, bothering him.
My squad proceded down the corridor, and entered the ship. As the last marine entered, the door behind us went shut, and the air lock was lit with a blue light. Another door opened, and the light changed into red. We entered the 'cargo area' of the dropship, as it was known. Most of my men fell against a wall, and sat. Some began to talk, others to sleep. I preferred to go to the cabin, were I could talk to the ship's commander. I knew that Ralf could take care of the guys back there. I sat down beside the co-pilot, and the ship slowly got out of the hanger bay. Once we were outside, going to the other side of the planet, where the moon was found, I began to grow tense. Just a couple of clicks from us, a battle was happening. All I could see was the flashes of light, and the explosions. Closing my eyes, I began to pray for all the lost souls. I began to pray for my men. I just began to pray....
<i>September - 15 - 2465, Captain Robert Kingsly</i>