Doomed Without A Chance.

HAMemphis

I feel like making a story, so here goes fellas, if you want me to continue please make a good reply to this.

Cold, I remember. Very cold, and noisy. My head seems to be spinning, spinning around the currently in-animate object I have come to know as my body. I am unable to move, for two reasons. One, I have no energy what-so-ever in myself, and two, I'm locked down anyhow.
My vision is poor, I figure due to the fact that my head still seems to be spinning. I feel a small poke, entering my flesh, into my shoulder. I know now I am being treated, but why? What happened to me? I feel no pain except the dizzyness. I know I will fall asleep soon, and am comforted knowing this dizzyness will soon be gone after I awake again.
I'm walking around now, having recovered, now just trying to remember exactly what happened. I remember I was sent out to the TS-1490, more popularly know as hera. I remember going in, a raw recruit filled with pride, completely unaware of what was about to become of me. I realize, I feel as if I was naive then of combat, and am quite the opposite now. I have a lot more respect for my officers, and fellow soldiers, who risk their lives daily. As I walk towards the debriefing room, I can't stopped wondering what had happened to me...

Please post if you want to know more, I will definately put a lot more in the next post if it's worth my time, but I don't want to waste it if no one likes it <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->

nooby

You can't do this, you better keep going or I'll send the dodgy brothers round to fix your computer. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->


Be interesting where you take this, keep posting please.

HAMemphis

I peek in the debriefing room, upon seeing no one I walk in, taking my seat amongst the eleven chairs, five on each side and one on the end. I stare at my holowatch, wondering if I’m late, but that can’t be, it is 17:00, right on time. Suddenly the lieutenant colonel walks in, stopping briefly to look at the empty seats. He writes something down on a sketch pad he brought in, along with a few other accessories including a manila folder and an e-notebook. He sits down, eyes locked on to mine. I suddenly feel ashamed, I don’t know why, but I look down, down at the floor scared and ashamed, I feel what’s coming is not good. He opens his mouth, pausing as if to think, finally muttering out “I’m not sure what happened at Hera son, and I’m not sure why. But whatever happened is in the past. You are a soldier, and you are property of the TSA. I don’t ever want to hear about this incident, it must not be dug up again. Otherwise, we will do what we wish to with our ‘property.’ You will be assigned a new squad and mission tomorrow, we already have everything arranged, be ready at oh six hundred tomorrow, until then, you are dismissed.” I got up, confused and deranged, looking at my squad mate’s seats, wondering where they were, and what the heck happened. Suddenly I feel the same ashamed feeling, it rises up to my throat, and I turn to the door, trying to hide my weakness wanting to run out but pacing myself.
I walk outside starting toward my room, in the upper D-21 Block, far from where I am, the O-35 Block. I begin down the long corridor towards the elevator, hiding myself, trying to hide my ashamed and weak face. I wonder why now I cannot blend in with them, their determined looks, seemingly a purpose for their life. But what am I now? What do people see when they look at me. Property of TSA, involved in freak accident at Hera, and has no idea what the hell happened to him. And the way my once pleasant officer talked to me, now regarding me as property. I reach the elevator, now knowing I am a changed person, and I must know what happened, what happened when I went to hera.

Good stuff good stuff

HAMemphis

Haven't had time to post again, will saturday.

That_Annoying_Kid

keep up the good work, your story looks nice so far

nooby

Potential, post more please.

aonomus

<!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo--> I know I know I'm bringing up a old topic from the dead, but doesnt the fate of the story seem like the title??