I was bored in Spanish...
A long a bloody war darkens Americas prospects for a free future. Russian numbers dwindled as they fought to protect there heritage and families. Unfortunately the rest of Europe did not want to give in to the neutrality pacts and refused to help Russia with their pleas. After Forty years of warring with the Empire, the Russians were annihilated, as was half of the European continent...And all the while, the Americans were lying back, and waiting for their shot at the seemingly impervious defenses of the Empiric Guard.
In the middle of the Fourth World war America was desperately trying to prevent nuclear weapons from being launched. North Korea at the time had the most nuclear warheads in the world by about ten thousand and was deemed the largest threat to America. Already the Koreans had managed to eliminate Russian forces and half of Europe's countries. They had been hiding them for the past six hundred years, and as their population multiplied, so did the number of people who were educated to use them. To prevent this threat, America sent it's four best, a Marine, a Computer Hacker, a mass murderer (under the influence of a next gen. drug), and a top class pilot...
"Losing altitude!" yelled Captain John Malcolm. He had finished first in his class at the Atlanta Flight School but he had never learned of anything quite like this.
"Suit up guys, I can't break the hack...we're gonna have to fall gracefully this time." As Brandon Smalls said this he gave a slight smile, he knew his new adversary was good, at least, good enough to break his own defenses and bring down the plane.
"Look there, captain, a small breach in the woods, we should be able to land there!" This time it was the marine to speak. Greg Jones was one of the few and proud, but he had never quite gotten over his fear of heights. He was nervously massaging his shaved scalp and repeatedly checking his weapons, he knew the landing would not be smooth...if they managed to land.
"Strap up, this ain't gonna be pretty!!!" After saying this he flicked the "Fasten your seat belts" sign and a neon green light flashed to life at the front of the plane. At the sight of this everyone gave a slight chuckle and relaxed their grip on the hand rails and safety ropes. The only person who seemed unfazed by the recent events was Chuck, he had spent the past five years in a state prison and nothing was going to bother him after that. He glanced over at the marine and outright laughed, he knew that the marine would not live through a week in the woods, especially not with him around. He smiled again and told the marine to relax and enjoy the ride, and then laughed again.
"Here it comes!!! Coming about a heading of 036 and touching down...NOW!" The landing gear touched down and the smell of oil, burnt rubber, and smoke drifted through the windows of the small stealth plane. Greg screamed as his head smashed against the window from the sudden stop and began to bleed. As the plane bounced around Captain Malcolm desperately fought the flight stick, trying to earn every inch of ground space he could, and finally, the plane slowed to a stop, and he turned off the fasten you seat belts sign.
Brandon looked at the injured marine and instantly analyzed the situation, a deep gash in the back of his head, possibly a fractured skull. The hacker began to search through Greg's bags to find bandages and wrapped his head in gauze after filling the gash with insta-heal. Insta-heal was a prototype foam that was meant to fill a wound and prevent infection, it also knitted the skin back together and left no scar, it was the pinnacle of field medication. Unfortunately there was no way to prevent it from stinging like a thousand ant bites, and this feeling caused Greg to instantly regain consciousness and begin to squirm. Chuck watched him squirm and laughed in a disconcerting way, then stood up, stretched, and said he was going to relieve himself.
"I knew I should've taken that 'crash' course in high school" mumbled the shaken pilot. He looked back and saw what he had done to the back of his plane. The left wing was gone, stripped away by one of the hundred-foot tall trees. The tail of the plane had been severed, hanging slightly off center as if it were drifting in a breeze. The right wing seemed to be fine as it had missed the trees by a good six meters. He opened the hatch on the left side of the plane and jumped down, beckoning to the others to follow him.
"Well, it appears to me that we are going to be stuck here for a while, Brandon, I would suggest trying to get a tele-pad working so we can get back to base. I'm going to look after Greg for a bit...and Chuck?"
"What?" said the former inmate in a defying tone.
"Can I ask you to scout the area a bit, see if there's a good place for us to camp tonight and maybe find some tracks, we may be able to find some Felduhnost in these woods." A Felduhnost was an animal that has characteristics of a deer and goat. It had horns that spiraled in on itself and gave it a mesmerizing appearance. When a Felduhnost charged you it was easy to become entranced by the way it's horns rotated. It had the same effect as a pendulum.
"Ya whatever, not for you, only 'cause I'm starving."
Hours after Malcolm sent the deranged psychopath for their dinner he heard multiple explosions and an odd gurgling sound. Moments later he heard a scream, and Chuck came charging out of the forest, grenade launcher in hand.
"Chuck! Explain yourself Immediately, were this area populated you've now told everyone exactly where we are" yelled Malcolm, furious at the other mans incompetence of stealth.
"Dude man, something is in that forest...I've never heard of anything like this..."
"HA! The mighty Chuck scared by a rainforests gorrilas?"
"No way man, that thing was...a monstrosity"
"What did it look like? Six feet tall, long arms, walked on all fours, and quite hairy?"
"Man, I didn't get a good look, but it was roughly 12 feet tall, and extremely adept to climbing and gliding."
More time passed but no one else heard, nor saw anything of the huge beast that had incapacitated the already dwindling mindstate of Chuck.
"
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Short story by Painful Profits
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Written on 2006-05-07 at 21:50
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Jungle Struck
Jungle StruckA long a bloody war darkens Americas prospects for a free future. Russian numbers dwindled as they fought to protect there heritage and families. Unfortunately the rest of Europe did not want to give in to the neutrality pacts and refused to help Russia with their pleas. After Forty years of warring with the Empire, the Russians were annihilated, as was half of the European continent...And all the while, the Americans were lying back, and waiting for their shot at the seemingly impervious defenses of the Empiric Guard.
In the middle of the Fourth World war America was desperately trying to prevent nuclear weapons from being launched. North Korea at the time had the most nuclear warheads in the world by about ten thousand and was deemed the largest threat to America. Already the Koreans had managed to eliminate Russian forces and half of Europe's countries. They had been hiding them for the past six hundred years, and as their population multiplied, so did the number of people who were educated to use them. To prevent this threat, America sent it's four best, a Marine, a Computer Hacker, a mass murderer (under the influence of a next gen. drug), and a top class pilot...
"Losing altitude!" yelled Captain John Malcolm. He had finished first in his class at the Atlanta Flight School but he had never learned of anything quite like this.
"Suit up guys, I can't break the hack...we're gonna have to fall gracefully this time." As Brandon Smalls said this he gave a slight smile, he knew his new adversary was good, at least, good enough to break his own defenses and bring down the plane.
"Look there, captain, a small breach in the woods, we should be able to land there!" This time it was the marine to speak. Greg Jones was one of the few and proud, but he had never quite gotten over his fear of heights. He was nervously massaging his shaved scalp and repeatedly checking his weapons, he knew the landing would not be smooth...if they managed to land.
"Strap up, this ain't gonna be pretty!!!" After saying this he flicked the "Fasten your seat belts" sign and a neon green light flashed to life at the front of the plane. At the sight of this everyone gave a slight chuckle and relaxed their grip on the hand rails and safety ropes. The only person who seemed unfazed by the recent events was Chuck, he had spent the past five years in a state prison and nothing was going to bother him after that. He glanced over at the marine and outright laughed, he knew that the marine would not live through a week in the woods, especially not with him around. He smiled again and told the marine to relax and enjoy the ride, and then laughed again.
"Here it comes!!! Coming about a heading of 036 and touching down...NOW!" The landing gear touched down and the smell of oil, burnt rubber, and smoke drifted through the windows of the small stealth plane. Greg screamed as his head smashed against the window from the sudden stop and began to bleed. As the plane bounced around Captain Malcolm desperately fought the flight stick, trying to earn every inch of ground space he could, and finally, the plane slowed to a stop, and he turned off the fasten you seat belts sign.
Brandon looked at the injured marine and instantly analyzed the situation, a deep gash in the back of his head, possibly a fractured skull. The hacker began to search through Greg's bags to find bandages and wrapped his head in gauze after filling the gash with insta-heal. Insta-heal was a prototype foam that was meant to fill a wound and prevent infection, it also knitted the skin back together and left no scar, it was the pinnacle of field medication. Unfortunately there was no way to prevent it from stinging like a thousand ant bites, and this feeling caused Greg to instantly regain consciousness and begin to squirm. Chuck watched him squirm and laughed in a disconcerting way, then stood up, stretched, and said he was going to relieve himself.
"I knew I should've taken that 'crash' course in high school" mumbled the shaken pilot. He looked back and saw what he had done to the back of his plane. The left wing was gone, stripped away by one of the hundred-foot tall trees. The tail of the plane had been severed, hanging slightly off center as if it were drifting in a breeze. The right wing seemed to be fine as it had missed the trees by a good six meters. He opened the hatch on the left side of the plane and jumped down, beckoning to the others to follow him.
"Well, it appears to me that we are going to be stuck here for a while, Brandon, I would suggest trying to get a tele-pad working so we can get back to base. I'm going to look after Greg for a bit...and Chuck?"
"What?" said the former inmate in a defying tone.
"Can I ask you to scout the area a bit, see if there's a good place for us to camp tonight and maybe find some tracks, we may be able to find some Felduhnost in these woods." A Felduhnost was an animal that has characteristics of a deer and goat. It had horns that spiraled in on itself and gave it a mesmerizing appearance. When a Felduhnost charged you it was easy to become entranced by the way it's horns rotated. It had the same effect as a pendulum.
"Ya whatever, not for you, only 'cause I'm starving."
Hours after Malcolm sent the deranged psychopath for their dinner he heard multiple explosions and an odd gurgling sound. Moments later he heard a scream, and Chuck came charging out of the forest, grenade launcher in hand.
"Chuck! Explain yourself Immediately, were this area populated you've now told everyone exactly where we are" yelled Malcolm, furious at the other mans incompetence of stealth.
"Dude man, something is in that forest...I've never heard of anything like this..."
"HA! The mighty Chuck scared by a rainforests gorrilas?"
"No way man, that thing was...a monstrosity"
"What did it look like? Six feet tall, long arms, walked on all fours, and quite hairy?"
"Man, I didn't get a good look, but it was roughly 12 feet tall, and extremely adept to climbing and gliding."
More time passed but no one else heard, nor saw anything of the huge beast that had incapacitated the already dwindling mindstate of Chuck.
"
to be continued
Short story by Painful Profits
Read 730 times
Written on 2006-05-07 at 21:50
Tags Psychopaths Action
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