TheFallOfitAll
A Ghost of RpN's Past
The sounds, the rush. The drop. The death, the screams of the fallen Marines. The explosion. It all was there, right in his face. The tears, the denial, the evacuation. Being a survivor, and the ranking marine.
". . . K.I.A. . . K.I.A. . ." He listed them in the report, every name, every fallen Marine. Deep in his memory. He never escaped it, and he knew he never would.
2 weeks after the incident.
Awakening
Mako would have bolted upwards from his nightmare, had he not been in the cryo-tube, hypersleep. His blues eyes slowly opened, as he slowly rose from the white, very cold bed. His was the first to open, as he had set it too. Rubbing his brown hair, he sat upright, and looked around.
The USS Moby was a the ship that he and the marines under his command were stationed upon. As he stood up, his feet touched the cool, metal floor. His vision still a little blurry, he walked slowly, and tiredly towards the showers. He didn't wish to be present in there with the rest of the marines, so he made his visit there fast, dressing in his uniform afterwards.
Dressed in his camouflage, uniform, Mako, otherwise known as Colonel Bridges to the others aboard, walked towards a blank screen near the sleep chambers. There were at least one hundred cryo-tubes, however, much to his disliking, not every one of them had a marine in it. He did not have as many men as he'd wanted for this mission.
Pressing some of the keys, the screen whirled to life. He stared at it, he already knew the mission details.
"Incoming Transmission from planet LV-854.
Two days ago, a group of youth came back from the jungle, some creature on one of the young women's face. We tried to remove it, only for it to either bleed blood that would destroy our tools, or wrap it's tail even tighter around her throat.
We left her in the medical ward overnight last night, and when we came back, she was laying on the floor, dead, in a grotesque manner.
-Silence.
-Some time later
U.S.C.M.C. Please send a rescue team to our planet. We are being over run by some creatures, they are, like nothing we have ever seen. They've already taken at least twenty of us, and more and more are coming, please, hurry."
Mako sighed. The transmission was simple, but he knew. He'd been in a similar situation.
Standing, he walked towards the now opening cryotubes, and shouted in that accent he had. "Alright Marines! Sleep time is over, no more dreams, it's time to enter the real nightmare, get showered, and dressed. You have twenty minutes. We are two hours away from Salvum. This isn't your normal combat drop, this is a rescue mission from Hell."
And with that, Colonel Bridges walked into the mess hall.
The Hunters
A ship. Not of human make. A creature sat upon his throne, his red eyes looking upon the three of his kind before him. Each unique, there was the pale one, the one who counts, and the one who wished to enjoy himself.
Red Eye was the clan leader of the Blood Moon clan, the rightful hunters of the planet that the humans referred to as Salvum. These three before him were there for a reason, this was not an ordinary hunt, but a hunt nonetheless.
He began, in the yautja language. "As you may know, one of our youngbloods was sent to Salvum to prove his worth, when he witnessed a batch of human youngbloods stumbling upon an ancient temple of ours. Going in to investigate the temple, a Serpent egg opened, and struck the youngblood. He was able to send a distress signal from his bio-mask before an Abomination was spawned from him. Surely, the humans on the planet have called for their own armed forces to rescue their survivors."
He paused, momentarily, looking at the three hunters. Then continued. "Your mission upon this hunt is to go there, remain undetected to the humans, and if not, my rules of letting the humans live apply no longer, but fight them in an honorable way. They must not find our technology upon this planet. They must not know of our existence. However, if worse comes to worse, and you feel you have no choice, then working with the humans is permitted. I do not expect this. I expect you to find the youngblood's body, and set his bracer to overload, and travel within the temple, and destroy it. If the humans have let a hive seed, then you may proceed into the hunt. Go, my brothers. Honor is yours!"
". . . K.I.A. . . K.I.A. . ." He listed them in the report, every name, every fallen Marine. Deep in his memory. He never escaped it, and he knew he never would.
2 weeks after the incident.
Awakening
Mako would have bolted upwards from his nightmare, had he not been in the cryo-tube, hypersleep. His blues eyes slowly opened, as he slowly rose from the white, very cold bed. His was the first to open, as he had set it too. Rubbing his brown hair, he sat upright, and looked around.
The USS Moby was a the ship that he and the marines under his command were stationed upon. As he stood up, his feet touched the cool, metal floor. His vision still a little blurry, he walked slowly, and tiredly towards the showers. He didn't wish to be present in there with the rest of the marines, so he made his visit there fast, dressing in his uniform afterwards.
Dressed in his camouflage, uniform, Mako, otherwise known as Colonel Bridges to the others aboard, walked towards a blank screen near the sleep chambers. There were at least one hundred cryo-tubes, however, much to his disliking, not every one of them had a marine in it. He did not have as many men as he'd wanted for this mission.
Pressing some of the keys, the screen whirled to life. He stared at it, he already knew the mission details.
"Incoming Transmission from planet LV-854.
Two days ago, a group of youth came back from the jungle, some creature on one of the young women's face. We tried to remove it, only for it to either bleed blood that would destroy our tools, or wrap it's tail even tighter around her throat.
We left her in the medical ward overnight last night, and when we came back, she was laying on the floor, dead, in a grotesque manner.
-Silence.
-Some time later
U.S.C.M.C. Please send a rescue team to our planet. We are being over run by some creatures, they are, like nothing we have ever seen. They've already taken at least twenty of us, and more and more are coming, please, hurry."
Mako sighed. The transmission was simple, but he knew. He'd been in a similar situation.
Standing, he walked towards the now opening cryotubes, and shouted in that accent he had. "Alright Marines! Sleep time is over, no more dreams, it's time to enter the real nightmare, get showered, and dressed. You have twenty minutes. We are two hours away from Salvum. This isn't your normal combat drop, this is a rescue mission from Hell."
And with that, Colonel Bridges walked into the mess hall.
The Hunters
A ship. Not of human make. A creature sat upon his throne, his red eyes looking upon the three of his kind before him. Each unique, there was the pale one, the one who counts, and the one who wished to enjoy himself.
Red Eye was the clan leader of the Blood Moon clan, the rightful hunters of the planet that the humans referred to as Salvum. These three before him were there for a reason, this was not an ordinary hunt, but a hunt nonetheless.
He began, in the yautja language. "As you may know, one of our youngbloods was sent to Salvum to prove his worth, when he witnessed a batch of human youngbloods stumbling upon an ancient temple of ours. Going in to investigate the temple, a Serpent egg opened, and struck the youngblood. He was able to send a distress signal from his bio-mask before an Abomination was spawned from him. Surely, the humans on the planet have called for their own armed forces to rescue their survivors."
He paused, momentarily, looking at the three hunters. Then continued. "Your mission upon this hunt is to go there, remain undetected to the humans, and if not, my rules of letting the humans live apply no longer, but fight them in an honorable way. They must not find our technology upon this planet. They must not know of our existence. However, if worse comes to worse, and you feel you have no choice, then working with the humans is permitted. I do not expect this. I expect you to find the youngblood's body, and set his bracer to overload, and travel within the temple, and destroy it. If the humans have let a hive seed, then you may proceed into the hunt. Go, my brothers. Honor is yours!"