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
'Cannonfodder-Charlie' part 1 by Einos, literature
Literature
'Cannonfodder-Charlie' part 1
"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
They stood there, all of them. In formation, like a battalion of soldiers, armed with clubs, baseball-bats, pipes of iron or steel, knives or anything else they had found during their years of prowling the streets. No-one said a word nor moved a muscle. They just stood there, staring into the distance.
This, my friend, will be a war to remember McAllen said for himself.
Have you done stuff like this before? a teenager who was next to him asked.
Stuff like this? McAllen asked surprised, turning to the teenager. Nah No-one has
McAllen turne
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
'Cannonfodder-Charlie' part 1 by Einos, literature
Literature
'Cannonfodder-Charlie' part 1
"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
In the eye of the storm by AlikaiWonderland, literature
Literature
In the eye of the storm
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
Charles counted on his fingers.
– "Eleven… Twelve… Thirteen… Fourteen… Hey guys, y'know what?" he suddenly said. "I think I just might have enough dough gathered up in 14 years, to be able to retire happily!"
– "Well how jolly for you, aye?" Todd replied. "What did you plan on doing then?"
– "Hah! Most probably he'll just spend it all on those craps-tables back in town, and he'll be stuck here for another 14 damn years!"
Everyone laughed.
The desert sun was burning the group's necks, as they were walking steadily northwards. They had walked a couple rough hours and it would take at least one more day to get to where they w
I AM!
...or am I? How can we prove that we exist? Maybe we don't exist at all? :O
And once you start thinking about philosophical questions, here's something to bust your nut: If you pray to the Gods of death and destruction... Will it hasten your own death or destruction, or will it prolong it?
...Today's weather: excessively violent, with a slight chance of dismemberment!
I'm out, w00!
Ohkaay.... Haven't updated this in about a year... SO, here goes, starting from my last journal entry...
Last year I was in the marines.... Boy, I could sit down and talk for 24 hours straight about that... And still have 179 more days of stories to tell you! =P Spent half a year as a basic rifle-man. Psht! You could call me "standard issue target-practice for artillery", if you like! :D Some of the officers really liked me, and not 'cuz I was good at polishing their shoes, oh no! But 'cuz of the attitude! =P "...and there staff-sergeant Anderson and privates Smith and Einos pulled off a heroic flank-attack, where Einos was blasting like som
Hello you all! Heads up:
I am now OFFICCIALLY a GOD-DAMN GRADUATE! w00haa! :D
"raise da roof!"
nah, but for real! had my graduation party yesterday, and now i have finished the basic 12 years of education here in finland!
...was it all worth it?
....HELL-YEA! okay, it doesn't feel all that extreme just yet, but i reckon it'll feel so quite soon! the downside of all this is that there are a lot of people i'll never see again... which sucks major ass... buuuut then again, now i've finally got rid of some people i never want to see again! =P (everything has 2 sides, right?)
BUT IN ANY CASE! army's coming up... 4 weeks 'til army-time! can't