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-Introduction-
It was a heat ridden yet productive night, all was quiet under the shade of peacefulness that was accommodated by the scenic desert of planet Humitar, and the crew had just landed after a long journey from their home planet. Said crew consisted of troopers who were sleep deprived and colonels that were too stricken with alertness to even acknowledge their lack of sleep; nonetheless they were forced to accomplish the impossible, in good or bad health. These few ranks, brave men and women belonging to the task force formerly known as Squadron W17, were the successful remnants of the most elite training programs the WIJ Corporation had to offer. Their mission seemed simplistic enough, “thoroughly search the Planet of Humitar for potential survivors", however, even with their undying confidence and the voice of their superior ushering them to not fail undoubtedly fresh in their minds, such a task was easier said than accomplished. For what awaited them on that planet would surely test the loyalty and will of each individual bold enough to wear the uniforms of Squadron W17.
-Chapter 1-
Lazily the crew set up camp in the midst of nightfall, troopers frolicking about hoisting camping materials to and fro-colonels yelling at the troops with their hands full in hopes of speeding up the procedure as well as transitions between the camping spot and the ship… all was well. Still fully aware of their mission, however, ready to relax from their previously long trip, they joyfully finished setting up the campsite which had taken approximately an hour or so of their time; once finished, household games were played, mouths were filled to the brim with food, and the voices as well as snores of the squadron (twenty members) were echoing throughout the sand dunes of the planet. What seemed like hours passed by as the men and women were relieved of their worry and took part in such gestures until their hearts were content.
Then the leader of their squadron, a bold Brigadier by the name of Lucario, stood among them, signaled for their attention and in an upright fashion stood prompted highly upon a sand dune so that all could witness him. He then cleared his throat in preparation for the moral induced speech he was fixed on giving, but before he could even utter a word he sunk beneath the sand in a twinkling of an eye. All became still, excluding the few that rushed to help their fallen comrade, but to everyone’s surprise their efforts had gone to waste as the sand was stained with masses of their leader’s blood. The squadron scattered about like frightened rodents, grabbing whatever forms of weapons and 'space shovels' they could from the ship’s supply stock and tried their luck at digging throughout the sand for Lucario-There they were, attempting to compile the sand dune where Lucario was once located, into clumps of sand to confront whatever force had taken the live of their beloved leader or perhaps recover their leader, but to their surprise it was more eager to greet them then they it. So emerge from the sand it did, and frightening it was! Standing taller than their ship, mouth still fresh with the blood of their fallen leader; it proceeded to lunge for them.
-Chapter 2-
They had found their target and their match! Squadron members were ripped of flesh, torn to bits, violently lobbed throughout the air, and gobbled whole by such a monstrosity. Despite of, there were those that were able to break free of the clutches of the beast, and make a life saving dash towards the ship in hopes of using its fire power. But their efforts soon became aching pain as the monster launched its claw at the ship’s fuel tanks triggering a massive explosion that left the remaining squad members on their backs or covering their ears. (To be continued within this thread)
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-Chapter 2 (Continued)-
This newly discovered inhabitant and survivor was none other than a beast-a destroyer of squadrons, who much like Squadron W17, proudly yet foolishly took up the same exact task; a beast in which could eradicate what you held dear in a matter of minutes… a beast that had no soul whatsoever and quite frankly didn’t show the slightest bit of mercy at the utterance of a scream. Yes, this beast was nothing to toy with! It’s eyes the shade of freshly spilled blood, it’s claws the size of a newly recruited trooper, it’s massive size which could be matched to the largest building in ones city, and the most fearsome of features-it’s dreadful horns; stripped with the fabric of hypnotism and death itself, the horns alone were known for holstering their own horror stories. With that stated, the remaining members knew fully what they were up against, and with weapons as well as shovels gripped tightly and as a last resort they equipped their helmets and dug. They dug downward to evade the beast’s sight as it was occupied with the more unfortunate members who were brutally ripped apart, tortured, eaten, and God knows what else. After the encounter and hours of digging they stumbled upon an underground cavern, most likely the beast’s home, which was signified by the remains of men and women before them and the overall size of the cavern.
-Chapter 3-
Once inside the cavern the remaining members –JordanRaptor, SpetnazCaptain, ogres, WarlordRising, JuHDude, and EpicStickMaster- banded together and insured each other that they would make it out of this ordeal alive and even pictured themselves receiving medals and many beautiful women for their bravery. They then broke off into groups as well as from their morale boosting experience in search for a way they could survive this tragedy-walking for what seemed like forever. Then, out of nowhere the deep and lavish sounding voice of ogres, who straggled away from his group, echoed throughout the cavern… it was a miracle! “Containers guys, containers!” said ogres; “What about them?” echoed SpetnazCaptain… moments went by with complete and utter silence without a response from ogres, “ogres?! Ogres?!” shouted WarlordRising. Both groups of men then darted toward the area of which ogres’s voice last articulated, guns loaded and ready to fire, only to find him tearing up and pointing to words on a container that read ‘Combustible-They’ll burn like EXPLOSION and other stuff that burns’; there were about thirty of these containers and each of the men had the same idea of what to do with said containers-await the monster’s return and lead him towards the combustible containers in order to rid the planet of the newly found survivor. (To be continued within this thread)
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-Chapter 3 (Continued)-
Fixated on the monster’s return they waited and neglected to obtain rest, eyes barely opened they wonder what was prolonging the monster. With little to no patience one of them rose up, and said “I’ll find the monster and bring him to us”, it was none other than Corporal JordanRaptor. Despite his offer, the others were quick to refuse, but seeing as though they had no other choice and due to the shortage of men they granted him permission to fulfill the terrifying deed. Anyways, once above surface, little JordanRaptor searched for the monster vigorously checking where the battered and tortured crew once was, only to find loads of remains, blood stains, and marks from the ship’s demise. Young Jordan bawled in reaction to such a sight, his once beloved brothers and sisters reduced to death and nothingness, but out of a pure miracle a low sounding voice interjected from the sand. The sad Corporal was now filled with joy as he lifted the head of his fallen comrade only to be greeted with “Run, don-don’t sta-st-aahhh”. Jordan wondering what phrase his comrade was trying to finish was then swept by his feet as the monster had him in his grasp halfway covered in the sand! The young corporal then proceeded to fire his limited addition L95 aiming for every vulnerable spot on the beast he could imagine, but nothing seemed to be working. The monster in-raged by his actions took a nibble out of him, “Aggh!” he screeched in the agony of losing a limb was then tossed into mid air and swatted to the ground like some sort of bouncing ball.
-Chapter 4-
As sand began dripping from the ceiling of the cavern the remaining squad members could only imagine the worst pertaining to the survival of JordanRaptor. They then began placing the barrels at random positions hoping that if the monster returned they’d have the upper hand-JuhDude, mumbling to himself about how he would survive this ordeal, was abruptly interrupted by a claw! He then stopped mumbling to gleam down and noticed he was pierced by a foreign object, and with a mouth filled with blood he yelled “CLAWWW-GHH!”; the others scrambled about, kicking over the remaining barrels wondering how they didn’t notice the monster’s sudden approach. Firing in the general area of where the scream was sounded only to reveal bits of the monster, ogres and WarlordRising focused their aim on the barrels while SpetnazCaptain was using his weapon to light up the monster’s position within the cavern. In-raged due to the excessive amount of gunfire and explosions around him the monster charged, but was violently halted by the explosions triggered by ogres and WarlordRising as they fired upon the barrels. Smoke accumulated as they cheered, but even as the celebration was taking place a foot stepped out of the smoke, and it was a rather large foot at that. The monster, with a barrel caught on his right horn travelled the remaining distance towards them and began attacking them-swiping at them with his claws, and inducing them with dreadful pain. It was surely the end for them… for they could not even aim their guns as their bodies were being inflicted with such an overwhelming pain! However, out of the smoke, a disproportioned figure made its way slowly towards the action, using what seemed to be its last ounce of strength. Ogres, slumped over gleamed at what the figure had in its hand, and it was none other than a limited edition L95! “VAKTORY”, weakly shouted the figure as it shot the barrel fixed onto the beast’s horn… All was still as the monster stood tall in the stillness, and not a peep was uttered from the men brutally attacked or the figure.
-Chapter 5-
Like a giant and hideous looking tree, the beast fell! And in awe ogres stared at the monster as it fell, “ogres! Ogres no! MOVE!?” screamed WarlordRising-ogres just glared at Warlord smiling knowing goodness well he didn’t have the strength to clear the falling monster’s path, and he was then crushed under the awesome weight of the monster… Jordan still tired from the pain he endured was prompted up and assisted by WarlordRising as the two followed the path out of the cavern and onto the surface. And days later the two survivors found an abandoned ship and used it to return home only to receive medals and mourn the lost lives and possible survivors of Planet Humitar as well as Squadron W17…
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Writers note: This is obviously a short story in which is being entered in the WIJ writing contest, and although it was somewhat rushed I hope each of you enjoy the read and aren't too lazy to read it. |
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Writers note (number two): I neglected to add that EpicStickMaster died in an explosion (Barrels) and SpetnazCaptain in the monsters in-raged charge (Trampled), sorry. |
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Writers note (Number three): My favorite portion of this piece is when Lucario dies, lelelel. |
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Writers note: Just kidding, that portion of the story signified where the suspense would build, but my actual favorite part of this piece is when I take out the beast... VAKTORY! |
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adrien99Join Date: 2007-08-01
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kool |
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kool, and thanks for the feedback. |
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VaulconJoin Date: 2011-09-11
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tl dr :) |
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Six more days, the moment of truth draws neigh... |
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KyleTitanJoin Date: 2012-10-17
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Not good as wraith's. |
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