Post by OGRenderence on May 17, 2008 22:28:46 GMT -5
Heretic War: Year 3, Day Two of the Hell's Hill "Stand Off."
I stared out from the dirt at the little footpath that was our right flank. We had been warned of a scouting party had seen this weakness and had actually made it back to their bas. ALIVE! Now my special forces team must defend this shitty little path.
Oh, I almost forgot. I am Dirk Earthstalker. I command the Guess Who! We specialize in ambushes, and of course defending little paths that have no real significance. Yes, I am a little annoyed that Vlad has ordered me here. I wish Johnn had sent him instead so I could have looked like I had just won Generalship. Vlad will get what's coming to him eventually.
Now back to the wait. Normally I like placing myself deep in dirt, but this place isn't called Hell's Hill for nothing. Millions of men have died here, and that doesn't leave a fresh smell. My radio whispers that they are beginning their approach, I ready my Flame-Master and watch the hazy sun beaten road.
As if by magic a large humanoid shape appears twenty feet from my position. It looked like it had been beaten by a sack of rocks, and most likely had the intelligence of a dead plant of some sort. I waited until he walked his gargantuan frame within two feet of me before I leaped from my pit and yelled the Force name and catch phrase " GUESS WHO!" Then I clicked the trigger, beginning the most beautiful dance of the senses in the universe, the burning of ones enemy. The sights, the smells, the sounds! All coming together in a perfect harmony. I watched in satisfaction as my Force began their own versions of harmony. It can't last forever, so one must cherish it all when it's there.
As the last sounds slowly drifted into a regretful silence, destroying what we had created. "All clear of life." I spoke to whoever was at the radio post. "Good job Dirk!" Came the sound of a cheery voice. "We're just mopping up what's left of the Titan battalion. Oh, here's something you'll like. Vlad got himself shot in the arm." I smiled at the good news, especially the last part. "I'll be pulling out back to base in an hour." Was my answer to the spectacular news. A signal from a nearby soldier caught my attention. Apparently a few Titans still wanted to play. I stood up and started to turn...
I felt nothing but a sharp pain, smelled nothing but my own silver blood draining from somewhere, and I couldn't see anything. Something was missing, but what? But I knew what this meant... Why me god?! Why me? Why...?
Battle won!
Major causualties:
Captain Vlad - shot in the arm - Doing fine
Mince - died from bleeding
Private Mach 4 - brought down the Thunder on himself - needs repairs
Private Gear 7 - FUBAR
Private G80 - FUBAR
That is all.
I stared out from the dirt at the little footpath that was our right flank. We had been warned of a scouting party had seen this weakness and had actually made it back to their bas. ALIVE! Now my special forces team must defend this shitty little path.
Oh, I almost forgot. I am Dirk Earthstalker. I command the Guess Who! We specialize in ambushes, and of course defending little paths that have no real significance. Yes, I am a little annoyed that Vlad has ordered me here. I wish Johnn had sent him instead so I could have looked like I had just won Generalship. Vlad will get what's coming to him eventually.
Now back to the wait. Normally I like placing myself deep in dirt, but this place isn't called Hell's Hill for nothing. Millions of men have died here, and that doesn't leave a fresh smell. My radio whispers that they are beginning their approach, I ready my Flame-Master and watch the hazy sun beaten road.
As if by magic a large humanoid shape appears twenty feet from my position. It looked like it had been beaten by a sack of rocks, and most likely had the intelligence of a dead plant of some sort. I waited until he walked his gargantuan frame within two feet of me before I leaped from my pit and yelled the Force name and catch phrase " GUESS WHO!" Then I clicked the trigger, beginning the most beautiful dance of the senses in the universe, the burning of ones enemy. The sights, the smells, the sounds! All coming together in a perfect harmony. I watched in satisfaction as my Force began their own versions of harmony. It can't last forever, so one must cherish it all when it's there.
As the last sounds slowly drifted into a regretful silence, destroying what we had created. "All clear of life." I spoke to whoever was at the radio post. "Good job Dirk!" Came the sound of a cheery voice. "We're just mopping up what's left of the Titan battalion. Oh, here's something you'll like. Vlad got himself shot in the arm." I smiled at the good news, especially the last part. "I'll be pulling out back to base in an hour." Was my answer to the spectacular news. A signal from a nearby soldier caught my attention. Apparently a few Titans still wanted to play. I stood up and started to turn...
I felt nothing but a sharp pain, smelled nothing but my own silver blood draining from somewhere, and I couldn't see anything. Something was missing, but what? But I knew what this meant... Why me god?! Why me? Why...?
Battle won!
Major causualties:
Captain Vlad - shot in the arm - Doing fine
Mince - died from bleeding
Private Mach 4 - brought down the Thunder on himself - needs repairs
Private Gear 7 - FUBAR
Private G80 - FUBAR
That is all.