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Previous Chapter: Experiment
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"You are being armed to the teeth with the latest in human weapons development. Everything from laser weapons to simple lead is at your control. Use this, men, and save humanity from extinction."
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Excerpt from the helmet mic of Cpl. Kaine Frengleson
"You ready for this, Sarge?"
"Be quiet, Corporal. We're in a war situation."
"ETA three minutes!"
"Thank you, pilot. Look sharp, men!"
"So tell me again, Sarge. What are we doing?"
"This day will mark the first in seven of a series of eradication attempts launched by the Brahnchius government. We're in the front line, and that means we're gonna jump-start the war against those bastards."
"Oh, okay. Which planet are we going to, again?"
"ETA one minute!"
"If I recall correctly...the planet should be named.....Earth."
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"I'll ask you again, Number Three. Why are we repopulating Earth?
"I don't think you have the authority to order me to do that, Number Four. Even so, I shall answer your question. We, the most powerful persons in Brahnchius, are ordering the repopulation of Earth simply because of a new resource."
"And what is this new resource?"
"A previously undiscovered mineral, shown to be ten times more radioactive than uranium."
"And you plan to use this against our enemies?"
"Yes, Number Four."
"But is there not a problem on that planet?"
"That's why we're sending in the best to deal with them. Let's just hope they don't get cut apart like the rest before them."
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"Holy shit, Sarge, what happened?"
"Bastards...ambush....smarter than us..."
"Oh my God, we need to get you to a medic!"
"Run...kid.....you're too young to die.......give me one of your grenades...."
"What are you going to do with a gren--oh, no, Sarge, you can't!"
"Run....stupid kid......"
"Sarge, I'm not leaving without you! You're going to live and enjoy a happy life with your family back home!"
"I can...hear them...coming......run, fool....run..."
"No way, Sarge!"
"...run...."
"No!"
"Run"
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"Breaking news. Just a few minutes earlier, the Brahnchius government ordered the repopulation of earth, our beloved home planet!"
"Haha, yes Jane, that is absolutely right. The soldiers that are fighting for us are armed with the latest in technology, so do you think they have a chance?"
"Certainly, John. There is no way that our boys are going to lose out there on the front lines. Be sure of my words, those of you who are watching. We will win."
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"What do you expect us to do now, Number Three?"
"Don't ask me foolish questions, Number Four."
"They're all dead."
"I know that!. Do not tempt me, Number Four."
"They were armed with the latest technology."
"Shut up."
"If even our best cannot defeat them, then what can?"
"Shut...UP!"
"They are becoming more and more powerful."
"Number Four, if you do not shut that ugly mouth of yours, I'll shut it for you."
"The aliens are going to kill us."
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WTF???
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WTF???
"Written Lore", nub. Also "WTF???" is very low on information entropy.
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"Breaking news. Just a few minutes earlier, the Brahnchius government ordered the repopulation of earth, our beloved home country!"
Apart from that, good job. :P
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"Breaking news. Just a few minutes earlier, the Brahnchius government ordered the repopulation of earth, our beloved home country!"
Apart from that, good job. :P
lol thanks for catching that. *facepalm* how could I be so stupid
P.S. sorry for being late w/next chapter; school and all that jazz.
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Second
"If we want to stop those aliens, then we must delve into the root cause." Number Four shuffled through research papers as he gave his statement. He then continued, "judging from these notes, the earliest sighting of the aliens was thirty years ago, when an insane man blabbered about something ruining his apartment suite. Investigators sent in all reported seeing the same thing; a brown, dirt coloured body that moved fast enough to evade photos."
"This doesn't explain where they came from, Number Four," said Number Three. Number Four raised a hand.
"I know," he said. "Let me explain. This sighting came from the city known as Area Seven, once the largest nuclear research station on Brahnchius. It was completely paved after an accidental reaction occurred when an experiment went wrong. The result was a large cloud of radioactive waste rising up, being absorbed into the clouds, and raining down upon the land. After several horrible documented mutations, we authorized the bio-bombing, or complete destruction of biomass, of Area Seven. Later, after it was paved, the apartment suites were built upon it."
Number Five cleared his throat, and all eyes focused on him. "So you're saying that there may be remnants of the radioactive waste, and the aliens are actually just mutated animals or humans?"
"Pretty much, yes," said Number Four. He went on, "we've also confirmed that there has been aliens being sighted going away from Area Seven, but no confirmed 'hatchery', if you would, where the aliens are mutating."
"I'm thinking that the best course of action would be to send in a special team to investigate," said Number Five.
"Good idea," said Number Four. "I'm coming with you." He was about to get up out of his chair when Number Three spoke.
"No, you're not," replied Number Three. "I think we all remember what happened to the previous Number Four." Number Five smiled, and Number Six and Number Seven chuckled.
The current Number Four, not knowing what Number Three was talking about, was left clueless as the others left him alone in the chamber.
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Captain Stark crouched low, his breathing heavy. Just a few days ago he had been briefed on his mission and was now in Area Seven looking for aliens. Screw this, he thought in his head. I'd rather be at home watching movies with my kids. Temporarily distracted, he did not see the hand signal from a higher ranking officer and had to catch up as the team moved ahead.
They were in a botanical research facility. The air was warm and humid, to support the plant life, and many of the special team soldiers were already sweating in their armour. Sweat droplets dripped down the inside of their helmet, making it difficult to see. Not a good thing when in a hostile and unknown situation.
"This is the place where the aliens have been seen most," whispered Stark's commanding officer. "Eyes alert and trigger fingers ready." Slowly, and crouched, the team shuffled through a room filled with plants from the Jurassic Era. Tall, leafy ferns brushed against the Stark as he tried to concentrate on any suspicious sounds. The rough scratching of the fronds against his helmet was making it hard.
An audible crunch sounded across the large, gymnasium sized room. It was followed by a rustling sound that resembled crunching paper, and then there was silence. The special team froze as they strained to hear more. There was none.
Putting a finger to his lips and forming a coded signal with his other hand, the commanding officer gestured for a plan. Stark nodded and quietly formed a group of four with his men. The team then silently scattered and began to explore the area. Thanks to the improved microphone technology in his helmet that could pick the slightest sound, Stark and his men did not have to talk above a whisper if they saw anything.
"I think I see something," said a private from another team. Stark and his team froze and listened to the private. "It looks like a....oh, god....what...what the...WHAT THE HELL???" The line crackled inside Stark's helmet.
"Private?" whispered Stark urgently. Soon, the terrifying screams of the private was joined by the other members of their team. The cries lasted for about a minute, then all communications was cut off. From outside somewhere in the room, a loud roar echoed.
"That is not human," whispered someone from Stark's team. Just as he said that, Stark heard loud thumping from behind him. Not bothering to find out what it was, he half stood and ran like hell.
"Move, men!' he yelled. Stark did not bother whispering now. Surely, whatever was in the room had already been alerted of the special team's presence.
Frantically, trying to stay together, the men in Stark's team scanned the walls for a door. A lucky private found one and booked it there. The rest followed, as the thumps, which were definitely footsteps, got closer and closer.
As the last man jumped through, Stark pounded the door button with vigorous force. No one caught a glimpse of whatever was following them. The leafy plants blocked the view.
"Is anyone else still alive?" Stark talked into his helmet. No response, save for the staggered breathing of his teammates.
"I think we're the only ones that made it, Cap," said the private that had found the door. Stark prayed a silent prayer for his fallen comrades, and regained his posture as he quickly thought of an escape route. Bringing up the holographic map embedded in his wrist-piece's tiny computer, he realized that the room was the last in a long hallway. There were maintenance tunnels surrounding the botanical room, and another one that looked about half his size, labelled 'Central Heating.'
Showing the map to his teammates, Stark highlighted the route with his finger and told them the plan. Since they were obviously in the maintenance tunnels due to the cramped space, they would move to Central Heating where they would set up temporary defences while someone radioed for evac.
Picking up fallen weapons, the remainder of the special team prepared themselves for the worst. It was not enough, for when they stepped through the doors to Central Heating, nothing could prepare them for what they saw.
"Men, I think we've just found the answer to humanity's problem."
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Apologize for very, very late update. This is the final chapter in the series (Evolve, Experiment, Eradicate) and I hope you enjoy it (:
Third
It was massive. Whatever it was. Was it moving?
"Jesus, man, what is that?" a nearby soldier whispered. No one answered. All they could do was stare at the enormous thing taking up half of the Central Heating room.
Having a hunch of what it was, Stark promptly shot it. The sudden "blam" of the rifle disturbed the sullen peace that had settled about the room, and some soldiers jumped. The bullets bounced off the thing, no visible damage done.
"What the hell, man," the same soldier said. "Shooting it doesn't work? What is this thing?"
"The mastermind behind the alien invasion," answered Stark. The soldier turned to look at his captain.
"You mean like an...overmind?"
"Yes," said Stark. "Let's put it that way." The newly dubbed "overmind" let out a low, grumbling sound. All the soldiers immediately help their rifles up, fully knowing that it would do nothing.
Somewhere outside the room, a load roar echoed the sound.
"I'm pretty sure that was a signal between whatever was outside, and this," said Stark. His senses went on alert and his pulse increased.
"Oh God," said another soldier. "I need to get out of here! We're gonna die!"
"Ease up, soldier!" a lieutenant ordered. The panicking soldier paid no attention. He dropped his rifle and grabbed Stark by the collar.
"Get us out of here!" he screamed in Stark's ear. The captain paid no attention. The soldier yelled louder, "I don't wanna die! Get me out of here! NOW!"
"Stand down!" the lieutenant ordered. "Remember, you're talking to a superior officer! Now stand down!" The crazed soldier just yelled about his life even louder.
"I need to live," he breathed, suddenly quiet, and bolted out the room through the sliding double doors. The rest of the team yelled for him to come back, but he did not heed their words. The room was quiet, save for the faint, echoing footsteps of the fleeing man.
Moments later, another roar sounded, this one louder. It was mixed with a blood curling human cry. Stark winced as he imagined the events outside. A thump sounded on the door, and instantly all soldiers pointed their guns in that direction. The doors slid open, and a human head rolled into the room.
"Fuck this shit, I say we charge out there and shoot whatever's in our way," said a soldier, his eyes staring at the decapitated head.
"And end up like him?" said Stark. The soldier eyed him for a moment then went back to staring. "Radio communications is down. Apparently this 'overmind' is interfering with the waves. Our only hope now is that a squad comes to rescue us...soon."
"What the thing outside decides to come for us first?" asked the lieutenant.
"In that case," answered Stark, "I'll see you heaven."
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"That team sure is taking a long time," stated an impatient Number Four. "What if something happened to them?"
"Like what," Number Five taunted, "an alien ate them?"
"You know very well that's a possibility," Number Four shot back. "We need to send in another team to help them."
Number Three arose from a seated position on an elegant chair. "And what if that team happens to meet the same fate as the first? Shall we keep sending in valuable soldiers to meet their doom?" Number Four blanched and visibly shrunk.
"There's only one person left in all of Brahnchius who is capable of single-handedly doing what the first team didn't," continued Number Three. "Isn't that right...Number Two?"
All eyes looked to the silent, sitting figure in the only dark corner in the brightly lit golden chamber. Completely still and unmoving, and having a bamboo hat shadowing his face, the only sign that he was human was the heavy, rasping breathing being emitted. Number Two gave no reply to Number Three. The woman laughed and, turning her back to her superior, proceeded to leave the room. Number Four and Number Five looked away from Number Two to watch her leave.
"I trust you'll take care of things, my dear fellow," said Number Three with a wave of the hand. When Number Four and Number Five looked back to the silent figure, they realized that he had disappeared.
"Don't die, Number Two," said Number Three, still walking. "You're the only hope Brahnchius has left. If you fail, our world is left to shit."
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No sign of rescue had come. The special squad were still stuck inside the large heating room with the alien mastermind.
"How long has it been, man?" a soldier asked. Someone quickly confirmed that three hours had passed since they entered the research facility. The soldier swore under his breath and sat against a wall, facing the closed sliding doors. Nothing had come for them, yet Stark felt in his gut that his time was about to come. He glanced at his ammo counter: a hundred and forty-two rounds left. Not enough to leave this place alive. Of all the enlisted soldiers, why me? He thought to himself.
A roar, similar to the one that killed the insane officer, erupted outside the doors. All the remaining special team soldiers instantly pointed their rifles at the door.
A few minutes passed, and nothing else sounded. The 'overmind', however, did emit another low grumble. This time, there was no responding roar.
The doors open. Into the distance, between the leaves of various ferns and exotic plants, the soldiers could see traces of a brown liquid, which they presumed to be blood. The blood of what? More importantly, who drew the blood? Stark crept forward quietly, and got as far as two steps when--
--Number Two seemed to materialize out of thin air in front of him. Stark gave a startled shout and fell backwards.
"Threat neutralized. Get out," was the only thing Number Two said...or rather, muttered. Stark's eyes shifted to his hands, and saw the blades of two katana, a weapon used by the Japanese back on Earth.
"Uh...thanks," said Stark, and added, "we're going home, men." The soldiers cheered and shot a few rounds into the air. Number Two had disappeared, and Stark put out the thought of him like a water on fire. The surviving special team walked happily out of Central Heating, but stopped when they heard a sound behind them. Looking back, they saw Number Two, katana drawn, facing the overmind.
"Don't mind him, boys," said Stark. "He's just finishing our job. Let's get out of here." The soldiers shrugged and followed their commanding officer through a tangle of plants, joyful thoughts in their heads. Behind them, the sliding doors closed, and no more was heard.
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Six months later.
"Good morning, ladies and gentleman. This is Oscar Wildes of the National News Network speaking, and I have terrible news. Cover the ears of your children and elderly, for what I am about to say is not for the faint of heart.
All is lost. The alien scourge has descended upon us like a plague of grasshoppers. The People's Chamber has fallen, and with it, all the government officials. The two capitals of Lagoon and Stoneheart have fallen to armies of marauders and dragoons alike, and they seem to have brought reinforcements. A new type of alien have just been discovered, and a dying soldier has dubbed them 'tyrants', for they bear every quality of a human one. Our democracy is gone and our government has fallen. All hope has been lost with the failure of the eradication of an 'overmind' that is controlling the aliens. Therefore, I have only one choice left. I pour unto this gun all my hatred, resent, and anger towards the aliens. Again, this is Oscar Wildes, reporting the last and final edition of NNN news. I bid you farewell, fellow citizens, and farewell, to the once-glorious nation of Brahnchius."
END
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Cool.
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lol..really? thanks hendrich :D
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i like the use of italics