The hot afternoon suns shone down on the
landing craft’s roof. Sweat welled from
every single pore on Leto’s body, and water was in short supply. How could it not be? This was Apollo, after all, and the bloody
planet had almost no water! Admiral
Vaughn said the mission would be easy, and several factors pointed to the
contrary: First, the LZ was in a desolate location known to the Apollo
colonists as the ‘hot seat’ of the planet.
Second, cyanobacteria deposits had left the objective site with too much
oxygen, and firing a weapon would only lead to loud booms in the hazy gloom,
and third, enemy contacts had been spotted only a klick away. Mission orders were to eliminate hostiles in
the area and to capture the ET commander alive, at all costs. The strange thing about the mission was that
only a platoon of soldiers had been ordered, yet over five dozen blips had
shown up on heat scans. Along with the
overwhelming opposition, eighteen AA installations were present, meaning the
drop-ship was forced to land far away.
Leto
felt a thump in the hull of the Cavern
class landing craft. Immediately, the
loading door opened, and the seat harnesses unlocked. “Let’s go, ladies! We’ve got a half-company of Zulu-3s to neutralize!” Leto wondered why his soldiers were only motivated by being called women; some of his people were women! As the platoon’s armor-clad boots pounded on the grated floor of the drop-ship, he wondered if any of them would survive. He certainly hoped they all would.
Comments, Please!
--Daniel
This should be made into a movie...really...I mean it! Steven Spielberg where are you?
ReplyDeleteWOW! The talent for writing is phenomenal! I was immediately drawn in! Keep this up!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait for the next installment!
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