Unnamed - Woo, How Original
Trojan
Join Date: 2002-11-02 Member: 4611Members
Join Date: 2002-11-02 Member: 4611Members
<div class="IPBDescription">Whats in a name, anyway?</div> Well, yeah, I was bored and this idea sparked in my head, and it was decent. So I wrote it. I might add some more, depending on how things go with.. everyhing <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif' /><!--endemo--> Crits please <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Anthony sat, staring at the cold metal floor of the dropship. His head lolled to the side, supported only by two fingers pressed against his temple. Things always got quiet like this, everyone in the squad doing their own thing, but keeping to themselves. Looking around the cabin, Anthony saw Ray sat hunched over with his hands between his knees, slowly rubbing themselves together, occasionally raising them to his face, having a lungful of air blown into them before being lowering back down. Smithy sat back in his jumpchair, his heel bouncing and eyes jerking around the hold, but avoiding eye contact at all costs. The others all did their own thing, sometimes someone would make some remark, or a witty comment, which was always followed by a short bout of nervous laughter, but nothing more.
The comm?s cracked, << <i>3 Minutes Till Board</i> >>. This sparked some life into hold, Anthony checked his equipment, along with the other Troopers. It wasn?t long for everything to dull back down.
<< <i>2 Minutes Till Board </i>>>
Someone up the back started humming some unknown and tuneless melody, a sad myriad of melancholy tunes.
<< <i>1 Minute Till Board</i> >>
The humming stopped. Anthony finally glanced around at the others faces. Some looked eager, others? Dull, and lifeless, numb would be the most appropriate word. Most of these men had either seen too many, or too little, action in this war. Every one of them looked scared.
<< <i>30 Seconds Till Board</i> >>
A final few clicks could be heard in the cabin as last minute weapons checks were made. The excitement in the little steel ship was becoming tangible. Anthony knew why, they all knew why. This could be the last time they were in this ship, or any ship, or anywhere. You couldn?t but be excited, or utterly terrified. Or both.
<< <i>20 Seconds Till Board, Prepare for Insertion</i> >>
?Ray, about that time, 'eh?? Came Smithy?s voice from Anthony?s left. Anthony smirked, he knew what was coming.
Smithy nodded one, short nod. Stood, hit a little blue button on the ceiling, and sat back down. The speakers on the dropship, their headphones, and all around them cracked once, and started playing a tune.
<< <i>10 Seconds Till Board. Brace for immediate Phase Transportation</i> >> The comm?s cracked again over the noise of the music. Which was quite fitting, really, or so thought Anthony. Wagner?s Flight of the Valkeries. Just as the music peaked, Anthony?s body phased from existence in all space, and time. Reappearing in someplace, someplace he was not supposed to appear.
Alone.
Anthony sat, staring at the cold metal floor of the dropship. His head lolled to the side, supported only by two fingers pressed against his temple. Things always got quiet like this, everyone in the squad doing their own thing, but keeping to themselves. Looking around the cabin, Anthony saw Ray sat hunched over with his hands between his knees, slowly rubbing themselves together, occasionally raising them to his face, having a lungful of air blown into them before being lowering back down. Smithy sat back in his jumpchair, his heel bouncing and eyes jerking around the hold, but avoiding eye contact at all costs. The others all did their own thing, sometimes someone would make some remark, or a witty comment, which was always followed by a short bout of nervous laughter, but nothing more.
The comm?s cracked, << <i>3 Minutes Till Board</i> >>. This sparked some life into hold, Anthony checked his equipment, along with the other Troopers. It wasn?t long for everything to dull back down.
<< <i>2 Minutes Till Board </i>>>
Someone up the back started humming some unknown and tuneless melody, a sad myriad of melancholy tunes.
<< <i>1 Minute Till Board</i> >>
The humming stopped. Anthony finally glanced around at the others faces. Some looked eager, others? Dull, and lifeless, numb would be the most appropriate word. Most of these men had either seen too many, or too little, action in this war. Every one of them looked scared.
<< <i>30 Seconds Till Board</i> >>
A final few clicks could be heard in the cabin as last minute weapons checks were made. The excitement in the little steel ship was becoming tangible. Anthony knew why, they all knew why. This could be the last time they were in this ship, or any ship, or anywhere. You couldn?t but be excited, or utterly terrified. Or both.
<< <i>20 Seconds Till Board, Prepare for Insertion</i> >>
?Ray, about that time, 'eh?? Came Smithy?s voice from Anthony?s left. Anthony smirked, he knew what was coming.
Smithy nodded one, short nod. Stood, hit a little blue button on the ceiling, and sat back down. The speakers on the dropship, their headphones, and all around them cracked once, and started playing a tune.
<< <i>10 Seconds Till Board. Brace for immediate Phase Transportation</i> >> The comm?s cracked again over the noise of the music. Which was quite fitting, really, or so thought Anthony. Wagner?s Flight of the Valkeries. Just as the music peaked, Anthony?s body phased from existence in all space, and time. Reappearing in someplace, someplace he was not supposed to appear.
Alone.
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