Post by GBird on Dec 9, 2005 21:08:39 GMT -5
"A simple search & destroy" mission, they said.
"A piece of cake" they said.
We were SUPPOSED to be on our Christmas break, when we were issued it.
The mission, in theory, was simple enough. Burst into the "black market" of genetics labs, eliminate all scientists and experiments inside, and evac, all within the space of 30 minutes. Easy enough.
I'd dropped out with another member of my squad, Codenamed Razor. Both equipped with high-powered Bio Force Guns (Or as we called them, Big Fuckin' Guns), we burst in, scanning the corridor. We split up. I'd take the right half, and Razor would cover the left. It shouldn't have even taken us 30 minutes. But somehow it took longer.
Around halfway through my half, I came across a room where scientists were still busy, morphing another "weapon." However, one of them was not a scientist. I don't know exactly what she was, but she was clearly not human, judging by the wolflike tail and ears she had. Prehaps she was a wolf demon. Reminded be a bit like Razor, except Razor's animal limbs were of the Fox variety.
We freed the genetic subject, and dumped it in a room. I left if a pair of SMGs so it could fend for itself when it woke up. Then me and the wolf demon split up.
As I cleared the final room, I heard worrying static on my radio. I grabbed it and called into it. "Razor, this is Birdman, do you read me? Over."
Five whole seconds. An eternity on the battlefield.
"Do you read me?! Over."
Another ten seconds.
Shoving a fresh plasma cell into my BFG, I ran to the location of Razor's radio. A cluster of genetic weapons, all armed with SMGs, were gathered around something.
I grit my teeth together, sending a blast of burning plasma at them, ripping their flesh to shreds. I could now clearly see what they had been gathered around. The body of Razor.
A clean bullet-hole to the right temple. Judging by the surprised expression on her face, she never even saw it coming. I sighed, closing her eyelids. I looked around, hearing the roar of jet engines.
After making my way to the surface, I found that the Jet had left without us... or as the case was now, me. Swearing loudly, I made my way down the mountain, and began the long walk back to HQ.
4 days.
4 days with little food, and very little water. It's enough to drive a man insane.
HQ was "astonished" at my survival, and even more so at the death of Razor.
Bullshit.
They knew perfectly well that Razor didn't stand a chance. She hadn't even held a BFG before, let alone fired one. The only reason I knew what I was doing was that I'd been experimenting with them when nobody was looking. However, HQ insisted that Razor was "fully instructed" on how to fire the weapon.
That was the last I saw or heard of HQ. I quit. However, I did leave them a lovely parting gift:
A BFG blast, straight into the main power reactor. The place blew up like a christmas tree on Crack.
Merry Christmas, Bastards.
~Sgt. Roberto Byrd, Written 31/12/02
"A piece of cake" they said.
We were SUPPOSED to be on our Christmas break, when we were issued it.
The mission, in theory, was simple enough. Burst into the "black market" of genetics labs, eliminate all scientists and experiments inside, and evac, all within the space of 30 minutes. Easy enough.
I'd dropped out with another member of my squad, Codenamed Razor. Both equipped with high-powered Bio Force Guns (Or as we called them, Big Fuckin' Guns), we burst in, scanning the corridor. We split up. I'd take the right half, and Razor would cover the left. It shouldn't have even taken us 30 minutes. But somehow it took longer.
Around halfway through my half, I came across a room where scientists were still busy, morphing another "weapon." However, one of them was not a scientist. I don't know exactly what she was, but she was clearly not human, judging by the wolflike tail and ears she had. Prehaps she was a wolf demon. Reminded be a bit like Razor, except Razor's animal limbs were of the Fox variety.
We freed the genetic subject, and dumped it in a room. I left if a pair of SMGs so it could fend for itself when it woke up. Then me and the wolf demon split up.
As I cleared the final room, I heard worrying static on my radio. I grabbed it and called into it. "Razor, this is Birdman, do you read me? Over."
Five whole seconds. An eternity on the battlefield.
"Do you read me?! Over."
Another ten seconds.
Shoving a fresh plasma cell into my BFG, I ran to the location of Razor's radio. A cluster of genetic weapons, all armed with SMGs, were gathered around something.
I grit my teeth together, sending a blast of burning plasma at them, ripping their flesh to shreds. I could now clearly see what they had been gathered around. The body of Razor.
A clean bullet-hole to the right temple. Judging by the surprised expression on her face, she never even saw it coming. I sighed, closing her eyelids. I looked around, hearing the roar of jet engines.
After making my way to the surface, I found that the Jet had left without us... or as the case was now, me. Swearing loudly, I made my way down the mountain, and began the long walk back to HQ.
4 days.
4 days with little food, and very little water. It's enough to drive a man insane.
HQ was "astonished" at my survival, and even more so at the death of Razor.
Bullshit.
They knew perfectly well that Razor didn't stand a chance. She hadn't even held a BFG before, let alone fired one. The only reason I knew what I was doing was that I'd been experimenting with them when nobody was looking. However, HQ insisted that Razor was "fully instructed" on how to fire the weapon.
That was the last I saw or heard of HQ. I quit. However, I did leave them a lovely parting gift:
A BFG blast, straight into the main power reactor. The place blew up like a christmas tree on Crack.
Merry Christmas, Bastards.
~Sgt. Roberto Byrd, Written 31/12/02
