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The sound of mud sucking at the air and the putrid smell of the swamp bog rushed my senses.
Pulling at my attentions firmly, as i awoke from yet another lucid day dream. My head blurred and
i struggled to regain focus fending off fatigue again. Loosing my balance, I threw a clumsy
automated step forward into the sludge, swallowed whole by the infernal muck that surrounded our
unit for miles. Days hadpassed, since the last skirmish with local inhabitants leaving us at a
feeble ten of fifty.
Living shadows of some sorts with bodiless eyes of a brooding crimson and multi appendage
forms. Able towield the very moonlight that ominously illuminates everything around us, as weapon
and shield. Blinding greenish flashes that seem to rip apart the fabric of night, streaking down
in sudden death, followed by surprised screams of anguish through our comms.. Then seamlessly
vanishing back into the gloom about us. We've battled them off several times before. Each time
loosing a portion of the squad. Suffering costly trial and error as we found our plasma bayonets
and flash bombs were the only success thwarting the assailants. Tirelessly we marched on.
We received weak intelligence at best. Just a short week before in Cryo-sleep as we landed on
the dark side of Targus. The second moon of Remos, the fourth largest planet of one of the main
systems in the Gem-Eye Quadrant. Infamously known part of space for having endless caches of raw
untouched mines of vast untold riches. Diamonds, ore, gold, utonium, you name it, it was there.
We were a black raider company, commissioned for a simple search and recover gig. Drop and pop
over to some lost probe beacon, and *caaaacching!* A years pay for a third of the time, heavier
pockets are always a bonus! I figured it was about the "Spaced traversed" hence, why we were
charging so much.
Previous expeditions were only sanctioned to go into the first twenty percent of G.Q.. Where
it was explored and deemed void of all hostile life by the Marshalls' of Eminent. A bad-ass squad
of royally appointed Terminators. And the next best thing was us, a group of mercenaries seeking
profitable endeavors. without any legal bindings We were hired to travel about a fort-night
deeper into the G.Q. unknown. With only the slightest probability of conflict. Previous scouting
indicated a very small threat if any. Possible claim jumpers, rogue militants and/or some
pirates. I prefer all three, it makes it all the merrier when they turn on each other in panic.
Hysteria would've been easier. Our predicament had me blinded with rage making me relish the
moments where my subconscious replayed over the future dealings of my sweet revenge! Inflicting
onto the fool who signed and approved the contracton this one. I should of known better when my
instincts went ape-shot, on vague rumors of the night coming alive and the moonlight burning
skin. Elaborate ghost stories meaning to dissuade any space travellers looking to score big on
some undocumented dig site. What any of us wouldn't of paid out at that time for a little fore-
sight into this hair-brained operation. Where we stood only a couple miles from the felled
beacon. With rationed supplies and a low oxygen reserve.
Preparing for an inevitable clash from our vicious hosts. Highly aggressive up until then
with guerrilla strikes and ambush tactics. We assumed the next one to be something a little of
the same. But My instincts were starting to fire off on all sides and consider me a quick
learner. The lunar night grew increasingly quiet, eerily still. The hair on my arms pricked out
and wormed about my skin in the little faux gravity my suit created. The circle formed up in
seasoned rhythm, shrinking in radius. As the chill of battle rippled through the remaining squad.
The air tingled with anticipation and we slowed to an ankle deep relief in the trek. A long
minute followed, slugging by as we steadied our breaths.
At first, I figured my heart that was racing to be the source, a low vibration from my feet,
to a wobblingin the knees. Perhaps adrenaline to be the cause, of my stomach absently clenching
and my back building with energy.I assumed the best until, my mecha-suit sensors registered the
worst. A booming thunder rolled over us like a powerballstadium cheering with the force of
thirty-thousand fanatics. Centered just about a half a kilometer in the direction of,
of course, our destination. My visor rattled under the sonar onslaught from some really
freakishly huge, unknown. I almost lost my footing again, but oddly the mud held me up this time.
I motioned a hand signaled to the front four, two on either side of me rushed into action, with a
quick burst they took flight, followed by fire in rapid succession launching the flash bombs
flying toward the faceless doom.
One popped a few hundred meters early, above a small copse of gnarled swamp trees. Melting
away a part of the depth less night. A silent jab into the face of the heavyweight to come. After
that, two popped within a couple seconds in between. One reaching a little farther than the first
and then the third being closer to the distance my suit registered. Leaving the detonating area a
tad lighter shade of greenish grey with another scattering of the moon night creatures. The final
one, taking a graceful space roll-bounce about a hundred meters after, almost directly at the
epicenter. Coming to rest intoa small dip in the landscape.
An hour-like moment passed before the flash bomb blazed into glory. Revealing a ribcage-like
form of what seemed to be a living mountain of swamp bog, murk and trees. A substantial mass of
pure blackness pressing back at the flash bomb with noticable effort. Finally crashing down with
an earth shattering force swallowing the lightsource whole. Making the rest of us instinctively
take flight. Blood pounded in my head and my heart beat even faster in my chest. I scanned the
horizon and notice it starting to flicker with crimson speckles of light. Hundreds of sinister
eyes glared back in unison, silently conveying our deaths. Instantly wishing for a different
turn of events.
We floated there anxiously; exhausted, stranded, outnumbered and blocked from our escape, i
figured it couldnt get any worse? Right?. Maybe if I were a lucky man, but as usual the karmic
forces of the universe work against me. When ever it can, and will, and always more than what
degree of worse i think of. Just as i figured we could probably make one last stand, a hundred
to one , managable odds. The ground beneath us violently split open and several mud geyser
exploded into life! Spraying the muck and bog in every direction imaginable.
Noxious gas clouded the air, making our mecha-suits toxicity sensors overload. The murky ground
cover started to flow in small streams. Toward the speckled sea of crimson and the growing living
mountain of darkness. All around us the swampy landscape groaned and shrieked in protest, as if
the very life was being sucked out of it. The soldiers were getting restless, and one by one,
set their plasma bayonets a flame! Casting a fierce glow upon thecoming swarm of living night. As
if in response to our battle cry, everything seem to stop. Like an eye of a storm, an unfamiliar
calm settled over the coming battlefield, within a span of a few seconds all the speckles of eye
light twinkled out and blackest curtain of night decended upon us. I breathed a few calming words
on the comm, and held our position. The very next moment another blood curdling roar, echoed its
presence, and three enormous eyes of crimson blazed into all its alien magnificence! The
radiating heat alone had us rocking back, stealing our breaths! No less that five-hundred meters
away, three demonic looking pupils focus their attention, and glowered in fury upon us.
At that very moment, i did what any ones instincts would tell them to do... I ran!
feedback please!
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The sound of mud sucking at the air and the putrid smell of the swamp bog rushed my senses. Pulling at my attentions firmly, as i awoke from yet another lucid day dream. My head blurred and
i struggled to regain focus fending off fatigue again. Loosing my balance, I threw a clumsy
automated step forward into the sludge, swallowed whole by the infernal muck that surrounded our
unit for miles. Days hadpassed, since the last skirmish with local inhabitants leaving us at a
feeble ten of fifty.
Living shadows of some sorts with bodiless eyes of a brooding crimson and multi appendage
forms. Able towield the very moonlight that ominously illuminates everything around us, as weapon
and shield. Blinding greenish flashes that seem to rip apart the fabric of night, streaking down
in sudden death, followed by surprised screams of anguish through our comms.. Then seamlessly
vanishing back into the gloom about us. We've battled them off several times before. Each time
loosing a portion of the squad. Suffering costly trial and error as we found our plasma bayonets
and flash bombs were the only success thwarting the assailants. Tirelessly we marched on.
We received weak intelligence at best. Just a short week before in Cryo-sleep as we landed on
the dark side of Targus. The second moon of Remos, the fourth largest planet of one of the main
systems in the Gem-Eye Quadrant. Infamously known part of space for having endless caches of raw
untouched mines of vast untold riches. Diamonds, ore, gold, utonium, you name it, it was there.
We were a black raider company, commissioned for a simple search and recover gig. Drop and pop
over to some lost probe beacon, and *caaaacching!* A years pay for a third of the time, heavier
pockets are always a bonus! I figured it was about the "Spaced traversed" hence, why we were
charging so much.
Previous expeditions were only sanctioned to go into the first twenty percent of G.Q.. Where
it was explored and deemed void of all hostile life by the Marshalls' of Eminent. A bad-ass squad
of royally appointed Terminators. And the next best thing was us, a group of mercenaries seeking
profitable endeavors. without any legal bindings We were hired to travel about a fort-night
deeper into the G.Q. unknown. With only the slightest probability of conflict. Previous scouting
indicated a very small threat if any. Possible claim jumpers, rogue militants and/or some
pirates. I prefer all three, it makes it all the merrier when they turn on each other in panic.
Hysteria would've been easier. Our predicament had me blinded with rage making me relish the
moments where my subconscious replayed over the future dealings of my sweet revenge! Inflicting
onto the fool who signed and approved the contracton this one. I should of known better when my
instincts went ape-shot, on vague rumors of the night coming alive and the moonlight burning
skin. Elaborate ghost stories meaning to dissuade any space travellers looking to score big on
some undocumented dig site. What any of us wouldn't of paid out at that time for a little fore-
sight into this hair-brained operation. Where we stood only a couple miles from the felled
beacon. With rationed supplies and a low oxygen reserve.
Preparing for an inevitable clash from our vicious hosts. Highly aggressive up until then
with guerrilla strikes and ambush tactics. We assumed the next one to be something a little of
the same. But My instincts were starting to fire off on all sides and consider me a quick
learner. The lunar night grew increasingly quiet, eerily still. The hair on my arms pricked out
and wormed about my skin in the little faux gravity my suit created. The circle formed up in
seasoned rhythm, shrinking in radius. As the chill of battle rippled through the remaining squad.
The air tingled with anticipation and we slowed to an ankle deep relief in the trek. A long
minute followed, slugging by as we steadied our breaths.
At first, I figured my heart that was racing to be the source, a low vibration from my feet,
to a wobblingin the knees. Perhaps adrenaline to be the cause, of my stomach absently clenching
and my back building with energy.I assumed the best until, my mecha-suit sensors registered the
worst. A booming thunder rolled over us like a powerballstadium cheering with the force of
thirty-thousand fanatics. Centered just about a half a kilometer in the direction of,
of course, our destination. My visor rattled under the sonar onslaught from some really
freakishly huge, unknown. I almost lost my footing again, but oddly the mud held me up this time.
I motioned a hand signaled to the front four, two on either side of me rushed into action, with a
quick burst they took flight, followed by fire in rapid succession launching the flash bombs
flying toward the faceless doom.
One popped a few hundred meters early, above a small copse of gnarled swamp trees. Melting
away a part of the depth less night. A silent jab into the face of the heavyweight to come. After
that, two popped within a couple seconds in between. One reaching a little farther than the first
and then the third being closer to the distance my suit registered. Leaving the detonating area a
tad lighter shade of greenish grey with another scattering of the moon night creatures. The final
one, taking a graceful space roll-bounce about a hundred meters after, almost directly at the
epicenter. Coming to rest intoa small dip in the landscape.
An hour-like moment passed before the flash bomb blazed into glory. Revealing a ribcage-like
form of what seemed to be a living mountain of swamp bog, murk and trees. A substantial mass of
pure blackness pressing back at the flash bomb with noticable effort. Finally crashing down with
an earth shattering force swallowing the lightsource whole. Making the rest of us instinctively
take flight. Blood pounded in my head and my heart beat even faster in my chest. I scanned the
horizon and notice it starting to flicker with crimson speckles of light. Hundreds of sinister
eyes glared back in unison, silently conveying our deaths. Instantly wishing for a different
turn of events.
We floated there anxiously; exhausted, stranded, outnumbered and blocked from our escape, i
figured it couldnt get any worse? Right?. Maybe if I were a lucky man, but as usual the karmic
forces of the universe work against me. When ever it can, and will, and always more than what
degree of worse i think of. Just as i figured we could probably make one last stand, a hundred
to one , managable odds. The ground beneath us violently split open and several mud geyser
exploded into life! Spraying the muck and bog in every direction imaginable.
Noxious gas clouded the air, making our mecha-suits toxicity sensors overload. The murky ground
cover started to flow in small streams. Toward the speckled sea of crimson and the growing living
mountain of darkness. All around us the swampy landscape groaned and shrieked in protest, as if
the very life was being sucked out of it. The soldiers were getting restless, and one by one,
set their plasma bayonets a flame! Casting a fierce glow upon thecoming swarm of living night. As
if in response to our battle cry, everything seem to stop. Like an eye of a storm, an unfamiliar
calm settled over the coming battlefield, within a span of a few seconds all the speckles of eye
light twinkled out and blackest curtain of night decended upon us. I breathed a few calming words
on the comm, and held our position. The very next moment another blood curdling roar, echoed its
presence, and three enormous eyes of crimson blazed into all its alien magnificence! The
radiating heat alone had us rocking back, stealing our breaths! No less that five-hundred meters
away, three demonic looking pupils focus their attention, and glowered in fury upon us.
At that very moment, i did what any ones instincts would tell them to do... I ran!
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- now that's what I'm talking about! good stuff bro! ^,^
other than proper indent and paragraphs,
this was well written from the introduction
to the "three-eyed" cliffhanger at the end.
I am so impressed! You're off to a great start!
Now this would be something I would like to have
as an audio book with with a tough sounding narrator
and spacey sound effects in the background.
with the perfect piece of art as the album cover.
more I say... the suspense is already taking affect on me.
aaarrrgghh!
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- now that's what I'm talking about! good stuff bro! ^,^other than proper indent and paragraphs,
this was well written from the introduction
to the "three-eyed" cliffhanger at the end.
I am so impressed! You're off to a great start!
Now this would be something I would like to have
as an audio book with with a tough sounding narrator
and spacey sound effects in the background.
with the perfect piece of art as the album cover.
more I say... the suspense is already taking affect on me.
aaarrrgghh!
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As i said, i read it.
I enjoyed the this story, its suspenseful, the end leaves me wanting to read about what happened after he started to run. The details that went into the story are great, i get clear pictures in my mind of this mining operation on a foreign planet.
*awaits next chapter*
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As i said, i read it.I enjoyed the this story, its suspenseful, the end leaves me wanting to read about what happened after he started to run. The details that went into the story are great, i get clear pictures in my mind of this mining operation on a foreign planet.
*awaits next chapter*
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bro.. its rough rough rough draft.. like v.2 ! its tough competition out here with gemini leading the rest of the pack with some solid story telling! im trying to keep with the space feel!
wiglet!!.. much appreciated! its very helpful to know that you guys can picture what i picture!!!
thank you both
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bro.. its rough rough rough draft.. like v.2 ! its tough competition out here with gemini leading the rest of the pack with some solid story telling! im trying to keep with the space feel!wiglet!!.. much appreciated! its very helpful to know that you guys can picture what i picture!!!
thank you both
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