Beginnings
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Join Date: 2003-12-29 Member: 24863Members
Join Date: 2003-12-29 Member: 24863Members
<div class="IPBDescription">First Fan Fiction</div> The jumpship slowly docked below the lone structure for miles on this barren desert planet. The safety bars keeping my arm in place rumbled and shook me as our ship came to a slow and steady stop, and just as slowly and steady as the ship, the bars keeping my held in this seat began to rise, along with all the others holding my squad in.
Hera. The latest conflict TSA HQ has been informed of, is now my destination.
"Squad one! Roll call!"
I stood up and saluted my commander and replied,
"Private William Thafer reporting for duty, sir!"
He nodded crisply at me and I sat back down as he began to shout out my squad's names. There were six of us, plus Commander Robinson. Lucky seven, the other squads called us back at TSA HQ orbitting earth. Squad one of Charlie company was an entry squad. We went in first, and if we came across any hostiles we couldn't handle, they sent Squad 2 in. And if Squad 2 couldn't handle them, Squad 3 would.. And if for some **** reason Squad 3 can't handle them, then the facility would be destroyed. Internally? No. Externally? Yes. Survivors? NONE.
The commander continued on with his roll call, one by one, each squadmate of mine stood up, saluted, and said their rank and name and sat back down.
"Thafer! You're first up after we phase myself and the CC inside.
"Yes sir."
I was new to the TSA myself, and scared to hell. This being the first alien conflict mankind has ever encountered, I didn't know what to expect. But I saw this coming, sending the newb-lood in first for bait. Sure, you might consider the CC being bait, but remember the fact that there's 5 inches of titanium between him and the environment, and I'm only in scout class armor.
"Alright everyone, shoulder your LMGs and stand up!"
The clanks of all our metal boots and the LMGs lightly tapping our backs all sounded in unison. TSA recruits were well trained, but TSA veterans misbehaved. We were all newb-loods.
Robinson punched in his keycode on the outside of his commander chair and the door creaked open.
"I love that new console smell, don't you guys?"
The squad smiled, some boasted a chuckle, but my face was kept emotionless. I stepped up to the infantry telepad on the dropship and looked at the indicator on the roof above it and heard the commander chair phase out. Seconds later, the light turned green. I stepped on the pad.
Hera. The latest conflict TSA HQ has been informed of, is now my destination.
"Squad one! Roll call!"
I stood up and saluted my commander and replied,
"Private William Thafer reporting for duty, sir!"
He nodded crisply at me and I sat back down as he began to shout out my squad's names. There were six of us, plus Commander Robinson. Lucky seven, the other squads called us back at TSA HQ orbitting earth. Squad one of Charlie company was an entry squad. We went in first, and if we came across any hostiles we couldn't handle, they sent Squad 2 in. And if Squad 2 couldn't handle them, Squad 3 would.. And if for some **** reason Squad 3 can't handle them, then the facility would be destroyed. Internally? No. Externally? Yes. Survivors? NONE.
The commander continued on with his roll call, one by one, each squadmate of mine stood up, saluted, and said their rank and name and sat back down.
"Thafer! You're first up after we phase myself and the CC inside.
"Yes sir."
I was new to the TSA myself, and scared to hell. This being the first alien conflict mankind has ever encountered, I didn't know what to expect. But I saw this coming, sending the newb-lood in first for bait. Sure, you might consider the CC being bait, but remember the fact that there's 5 inches of titanium between him and the environment, and I'm only in scout class armor.
"Alright everyone, shoulder your LMGs and stand up!"
The clanks of all our metal boots and the LMGs lightly tapping our backs all sounded in unison. TSA recruits were well trained, but TSA veterans misbehaved. We were all newb-loods.
Robinson punched in his keycode on the outside of his commander chair and the door creaked open.
"I love that new console smell, don't you guys?"
The squad smiled, some boasted a chuckle, but my face was kept emotionless. I stepped up to the infantry telepad on the dropship and looked at the indicator on the roof above it and heard the commander chair phase out. Seconds later, the light turned green. I stepped on the pad.
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Either this commander wanted me dead, or I was extremely unlucky to get picked by him for every task there is. Smith took point, I was in the middle, and Flannery had the rear. We paced through the transparent passageway from our base and minded the cracks and holes in the glass of the passageway. Lucky us, the passageway was reinforced with steel barriers and this planet's atmosphere was breathable.
We finished passing through that tunnel and came across the reception desk. There wasn't a human behind the desk to greet us, oh no..
"Commander! Kharaa resource tower found in Hera entrance and reception area. Permission to destroy?"
"Go ahead."
And with that, Smith took out his knife and kneeled down next to it. Leaning close to the resource nozzle, he cut it from the base and stood back up. I kicked it over myself and watched bacterium spill out.
Flannery got on the radio, "Aw MAN! Just lost my appetite."
Thumps began to sound off from the ventilation ducts as we got out from behind the desk and raised our weapons.
"Smith.. Flannery.. I think we've **** something off."
Screeches started to come from inside of the vents and creatures with batlike appearance spilled out of them.
"LERKS! Open fire!"
All of our LMGs nearly went off at once as they spilled out of that single ventilation duct. One, two, five, no, seven! I lost count. It didn't matter now, all that mattered was our lives as soon as they started shooting spikes. Smith took one to the right shoulder.
"****! We gotta get back to base. Flannery, take his legs."
I hoisted Smith's upper body onto my back as Smith lifted his legs. From there, we jogged back to the base.
The other marines stared at us.
"What the hell happened to Smith!?"
Flannery gave them a serious look, "Lerks."
Smith groaned in pain was we set him to the floor. Even if it wasn't an exit wound with that spike, it was still in him. The base of it peeking out of his shoulder.
"Commander, medpack.."