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A hollow thud. No cracking of bones, no splattering of blood. No screaming. He looked around the corner, shaking with fear, and saw… it.   Looks human, but God… What are those things it has instead of arms?   – "This would all be a lot easier if you actually knew how to fight, Leonard." it said, with its back towards the man.   How does he know my name?   – "I know a great deal about you, Leonard." it said, taking a more human shape. "Your inaptitude of any means of defending yourself is laughable, to be honest."   The man turned around, facing Leonard. An expensive suit, tie and all. Extremely pale face. No pupils. The eyes were u

I'm lying down. I can't move... ...too afraid to move. It felt so real... Was it? Drenched in sweat, I finally raise my head. I can still move! It was all just a dream...

   – "We need reinforcements at these co-ordinates, NOW! Initiate operation 'Steel Rain'"   The words had barely sounded off on the comm., before our pods were launched. A massive blast shook the pod I was clasped in. Huge braces kept me in my seat with my back turned against the centre of the pod.   – "Sarge!" a man from my pod called out in fear on the radio. "We're going to land right in the middle of them!"   I checked my monitor and cursed under my breath. He was right.   – "MAAAARVELLOUS!"   – "Time 'til impact, 30 SECONDS!" I cried out, trying to shut Bane up   – "Sarge, we're not going to last 10 seconds in the middle of t

   64… 65… 66…   – "PETROV, COVERING FIRE!"   67… 68… 69…   – "Command, we need air-support at co-ordinates alpha, bravo, six, niner! How copy?"   70… 71… 72…   – "RYANS, LEFT SIDE! SEVERAL INCOMING!"   73… 74… 75…   – "PETROV, 2 O' CLOCK! SUPPRESSIVE FIRE! SUPPRESSIVE FIRE!!!""   76… 78… 79…   – "Airstrike incoming! Heads up in 10!"   80… 81… 82…   – "Steel, I ain't carrying your ass out of here! Get up!"   83… 84… 85…   – "GET DOWN, IT'S GONNA BLOW!!"   86… 87… 88…   – "…do svidaniya, you bastards…"   The explosion tore through the mountain, sending rocks flying in every direction. The core of the meteorite,

Flames licking the walls and floor. Purifying fire. The sweet nothingness of the void of the afterlife. The survival instinct, both of man and creature alike. …which one is stronger? …which one will triumph? The locked squeeze of a trigger. The heat produced by the fire. The feeling, not of hopelessness, but of zealous rage. An enemy force, seemingly never-ending. A flamethrower fuel-tank, feeling ever so lighter...

...a metallic tube slid in, right above the grip. Smoothly and silently.   – "Where's the rest of our team?!"   – "There's no time! Keep firing!"   The lock slid into place with a silent click.   – "There's too many of them!!"   – "DISPLACE! DISPLACE!!"   The piston, with lock, slid easily down into the tube, locking in place.   – "FP!! FP!!! EVERYBODY, FALL BACK!!!"   The spring, inserted into the piston and locked into place.   – "KENT! GET OUT OF THERE!!! KENT!!"   The top, slammed in and locked in place.   – "Kent's down, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"   The clip, inserted with a little click.   – "IT'S ENRAGED!!! LEG

"Alright, so here's the plan: Another rock from wraith-space hit down, 20 clicks north. We have air-support this time, and an entire company to hold up any and all wraiths caught in an all-out war. We are the spec-ops team. We circle around the east, and hit them hard from east-northeast. They'll never see us coming. Questions? Lock n' load, gentlemen!"   Sound plan, when put that bluntly. Don't know about that company assisting us. The irony of calling them the Ikaros company after my old unit… Damned if they knew. It would tear them apart. Still, good people in there. Not to be doubting–   – "Ryans, what's got your mind boggling this ti

Feelings erupting, a vessel at its breaking point, running out of hope and time. Am I just that? Nothing but an empty vessel seemingly filled with emotions and feelings, but having a swirling mass of hatred and despise within, waiting for the correct moment like a carefully set bomb. Am I human, or am I a monster of hate? Why do I question myself? Is there a higher meaning? What purpose do I have in this world? A simple sign of affection, a gesture of being nice, is misinterpreted as something else, branding me an annoyance and something people would rather be without. In a world, seemingly filled with love and happiness – or so people

The UNST Parito Tactical data; Class: Frigate Specific duty: Military-transport ship Current duty: Uranium-transport; The Sol system - The Andromeda system Docking stations: Houston, Texas, Earth - Pluto space dock - Andromeda II Base of origin: Area 51, Nevada Crew: 7 medical units, 24 soldiers, 7 officers, 38 crewmen/workers. Total: 76 Log nr. 203 Log made by: Capt. Evans of the UNST Parito -Frigate class transport ship Date: 12/03/2071 This is Captain Evans of the UNST Parito. Current time: 2300, Texas time... The trip from the Andromeda mining colonies has gone without any major difficulties so far. The cargo hold is near its m

The sound of bullets flying over my head had been going on non-stop for hours now. There was no way of telling which of them were aimed at you and which at the enemy. I took a deep breath, prayed that my hands would stop shaking and sprinted for the next cover. I wasn't the only one who had aimed for the great stone that stood up from the otherwise treacherous grass field. The man next to me was covered in blood and dirt. His breath was heavy and unstable. A specialist, judging by his insignia. I didn't know if I felt jealous or saddened when I looked at it. - War is hell they say, he said with a clear and stable voice. I guess they knew wh

Suddenly the world makes sense The path is so clear in the bright moonlight Now I dare to take the next step Without fearing what lies ahead I mean something to someone I acctually deserve to be happy I know exactly what I want My heart has made up its mind And its all thanks to you