The Flood
cshank4
Join Date: 2003-02-11 Member: 13425Members
Join Date: 2003-02-11 Member: 13425Members
<div class="IPBDescription">Outpost World: New Albert</div> A/N: Please keep in mind, this fiction takes place roughly 50 years after what our NS is set in, therefore technology has advanced quite a bit, even though the threat of the Kahraa is still around.
Chapter 1: Get me out of this place...
It was cold....so cold we could see the frost encrusting our exo-suit pilot's visor. So cold you had to hold your rifle as close to your body as possible, otherwise it'd freeze. So cold... well... it was really fuggin' cold!
Welcome to the world of New Albert, home of the infamous Sea Rat and the 280th Rapid Response Division (A.K.A. Mongooses). Master Sergeant Hank Roman moved through the barracks with as much grace as he could muster in the bulky, dull grey combat armor. Smoke hung like an impervious shroud of armor around the room, the soft mutter of marines playing cards or watching arena scores was barely audible above the drone of the heating machinery. The sergeant grabbed his rifle off the rack by the door, loaded it and took two extra magazines from the box laying on it's side near the door. ''Ey, sweet'earts! Listen up! Ahm Gonna' go out an' check da' perimeter. Keep da' fires goin' boyo's!' He removed the cigar from his mouth, threw it to the ground and snuffed it out with the huge boot of his combat armor.
'Have fun out there, Sarge! Hope ya' get your **** frozen!' Private Christopher 'Crisco' James shouted. The Sergeant smiled, revealing two missing teeth and slammed the viso down over his face. Pressing the button and standing in the doorway just long enough to make anyone not in uniform cold as hell, he stepped out side.
One of the marines playing cards, who Chris couldn't remember the name of... although he thought it was something spanish, threw down his cards and cursed loudly. 'Man, when are we gonna get out of this hell-hole? All we do is check relay lines and shoot tranqs in the hospital patients. When we gonna see action!?'
As if on command the Holoscreen at the far end of the bunk flashed on showing a bloodied, but recognizable face of a marine. Gun fire could be heard along with screams of, well who knows what. 'This is Private First Class Hizo, we're under attack by....something! Sensors say its kahraa, but....but-' he didn't have time to finish, a long claw was seen slamming through the helmet on the side and coming out the other one.
'ALRIGHT MARINES, SUIT UP! GO GO GO!'
training took over instinct and Chris found himself closing the visor of his suit and loading his gun in less then 15 minutes. They could see the fire coming from the perimeter...
To be continued...Question Mark?
Chapter 1: Get me out of this place...
It was cold....so cold we could see the frost encrusting our exo-suit pilot's visor. So cold you had to hold your rifle as close to your body as possible, otherwise it'd freeze. So cold... well... it was really fuggin' cold!
Welcome to the world of New Albert, home of the infamous Sea Rat and the 280th Rapid Response Division (A.K.A. Mongooses). Master Sergeant Hank Roman moved through the barracks with as much grace as he could muster in the bulky, dull grey combat armor. Smoke hung like an impervious shroud of armor around the room, the soft mutter of marines playing cards or watching arena scores was barely audible above the drone of the heating machinery. The sergeant grabbed his rifle off the rack by the door, loaded it and took two extra magazines from the box laying on it's side near the door. ''Ey, sweet'earts! Listen up! Ahm Gonna' go out an' check da' perimeter. Keep da' fires goin' boyo's!' He removed the cigar from his mouth, threw it to the ground and snuffed it out with the huge boot of his combat armor.
'Have fun out there, Sarge! Hope ya' get your **** frozen!' Private Christopher 'Crisco' James shouted. The Sergeant smiled, revealing two missing teeth and slammed the viso down over his face. Pressing the button and standing in the doorway just long enough to make anyone not in uniform cold as hell, he stepped out side.
One of the marines playing cards, who Chris couldn't remember the name of... although he thought it was something spanish, threw down his cards and cursed loudly. 'Man, when are we gonna get out of this hell-hole? All we do is check relay lines and shoot tranqs in the hospital patients. When we gonna see action!?'
As if on command the Holoscreen at the far end of the bunk flashed on showing a bloodied, but recognizable face of a marine. Gun fire could be heard along with screams of, well who knows what. 'This is Private First Class Hizo, we're under attack by....something! Sensors say its kahraa, but....but-' he didn't have time to finish, a long claw was seen slamming through the helmet on the side and coming out the other one.
'ALRIGHT MARINES, SUIT UP! GO GO GO!'
training took over instinct and Chris found himself closing the visor of his suit and loading his gun in less then 15 minutes. They could see the fire coming from the perimeter...
To be continued...Question Mark?