Sunday, September 29, 2013

Action Scene!


    “Only a quarter-klick to the objective, men,” Leto shouted to his group.  At his left, CWO2 Anders trudged through the sand, while behind him stood PO Garfield.  The other twenty recruits traversed the gritty path in exhaustion.  Garfield froze. 
“What the hell is that?” he yelled, just before a soaring blade sliced through his soft belly, spilling his intestines onto the ground.  The whole platoon spread out in panic, scanning the wasteland for any sign of life.  A second swirling object appeared, decapitating one of the recruits.  Everything went straight to hell after that.  Most of the recruits ducked down in fear, and Anders frantically dug a pit in the ground to hide in.  The remaining soldiers began searching for cover, when a large presence was spotted rising out of the earth.  Sand poured off its back, and a smooth dome slid back to reveal two crimson ‘eyes’.  The figure lifted its arm, showing a massive cannon.  Electrical bolts spewed out the sides of the gun, and a bright light formed in the barrel.  Leto snapped out of his shock and fired his assault rifle.  Armor-piercing bullets pinged off the shining metal carapace as the bright light increased in size. 
“Take Cover!” shouted Leto, as the blue-green plasma bolt struck the desert ground, instantly vaporizing ten of his men.  As the armor burned off his back, he sprinted toward the lurching machine, unpinned grenade in hand.  Leaping onto its front, he pierced the robot’s eye with his knife.  Now exposed, the central processor activated its red warning lights.  Leto threw his fragmentation grenade inside, and leapt off the hulking death machine.  Barreling away from the metallic creation, he had no time to watch as it burst into fragments in a glorious mushroom cloud.

    After the platoon recovered from the robot attack, only eleven soldiers were left standing.  Leto doubted they could finish the mission, but he didn’t say anything that could lower the troop’s morale.  Finally, the Zulu-3 outpost was sighted.  The Seraphim were a nasty bunch, and seeing them made Leto’s skin crawl. 
“Men, reload,” he commanded.  After the last mag fell and the final clicking sound was made, the platoon was ready to roll.  Clipping grenade-launchers onto their assault rifles, the first wave of soldiers, consisting of five men and the CWO2, approached the left flank of the rubble-filled camp.  Leto himself and four other men made up wave two. 
“Team one,” Leto explained, “will be the sabotage group.  Your main objective is to infiltrate the enemy base and plant this grenade in their barracks.”  He produced an incendiary bomb from his rucksack.  “Also, I want you to silently retrieve the enemy commander.  Take him alive at all costs.”
“Team two; you are under my orders, just as team one is under Chief Warrant Officer Two’s command.  Our objective is to draw attention.  However, we shouldn’t be too greedy for it: we do not, I repeat, do not, want to seem like large enough of a threat to have the hostile force awaken their sleeping soldiers.  Thread silencers onto your weapons.”  Everyone knew what to do.  All that was left was to commence with the plan.  Everyone knew what to do.  All that was left was to commence with the plan. 
 
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--Daniel

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