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Shay's Rebellion: Down but not out.
Posted By: Mainevent<Billygoat359@netscape.net>
Date: 23 August 2003, 3:27 AM
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Shay was still gripping the gun close to his chest as the large teal mandibles appeared in the corner of his eye. He closed his eyes tight, and prayed silently. To his surprise the alien fighter continued walking. Shay slowly aimed for his head, and gripped the trigger.
"I'm going to roast your flesh and eat it human, I like the taste." He garbled through his translator.
"Roast this!" Shay jerked the trigger hard and had a hard time stabilizing the weapon as it fired. Fortunately, he was close enough that the majority of the rounds landed. Static popped and sizzled with the plasma's collision dispersed.
The nearly eight foot tall elite gave a throaty roar, and pivoted. The aluminum lockers buckled like tinfoil from the blow, sending several items tumbling onto the floor. Shay scanned the materials for anything useful. A shirt, a pair of pants, a standard issue pistol, some dogtags, and two pair of "Helljumpers Royale" playing cards.
He recognized them instantly, those items were his, but the middle of a fight against a heavily armored eight foot tall elite was not the time to get dressed. Another swipe broke the pistol lying next to his skull into several hundred pieces, which exploded in hundreds of directions.
The terror-struck marine billy-clubbed the animal with the back of his plasma rifle, and then crawled through his legs. The heavy eyes scanned the room once more, looking wearily for their prey.
The crash of dining utensils clanging to the ground in the Mess Hall behind him momentarily absorbed his attention. He whizzed around to find several marines storming the room. Bullets once more sparked his now-recharged shields to life, an ominous warning that it was time to leave.
"Remember 'Akazee Sudahan human, for he will be your demise."
"Remember Jack Mehoff." Shay threw a one-fingered salute over the top of the cabinet he was hiding behind, and then made a slight wave.
"When we meet again Jack Mehoff, it will be your last."
"It's a date." Shay screamed as the marine's weapons drowned out his hoarse voice. 'Akazee made for the door in record time, and disapeered down the passageway with seven angry marines on his back.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and burned his eyes. His deep breaths and heaving chest belittled how truly frightened he had been. In all truth, Shay was not a warlord, or a real warrior for that matter.
As much as he put on his machismo demeanor for his fellow marines, all of his warstories were completely fake. After six years behind a monitor at D-145 Crimson, he was anxious to get out there, take it to the covenant.
He learned all to quickly that he was wrong, and almost dead wrong. He had been transferred to the Spearhead only four months before his encounter with 'Akazee, and rarely fired a weapon during basic. He used to pride himself for his academic achievements, but found out all-to-quickly that those didn't mean squat in battle.
He mustered his courage, and pulled himself onto his feet using a nearby handrail. His clothes were still lying untouched on the floor where he was nearly behedded moments before. Several deep breaths to collect himself, and he was on his way.
The uni-fab material wasn't the most comfortable clothing ever made, but it was one hundred times better than being naked in a firefight. He laughed to himself as he zipped the front of his jumper up, and then holstered his pistol.
"Bad cyborg, baad cyborg!" Echoed through the locker room as a grunt waddled by, only to fall dead a foot from Shay. A single bullet was lodged in his forehad, still smoking from the explosive ordinance packed neatly in the tip of the round.
"What in the holy hell....." He thought to himself. Suddenly, an enormous green figure standing in the doorway stared casually at him for a moment, then turned and surged forward. Two more passed the entrance seconds later, and he was left confused and bewildered. Confused and bewildered as he was though, at least he was safe, for now.
Shay surveyed the damaged rubble lying heaped around him, amazed at how one......creature...could do all of this alone. He curled his fist and tried to pummel the locker, but only regretted it as his knuckles turned red and burned.
Exhaling onto them only tired him out, and did nothing to relieve the pain, but he did notice something awkward. A semitransparent ooze globbed onto the jagged metal caught his eye.
It didn't appear to be blood, instead, it felt like a resin given off by something. But what?
Stay tuned for Shay's Rebellion: Space is Cold
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