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Media => Other Tremulous Media => Topic started by: Quovatis on January 08, 2010, 04:51:52 pm
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Muscles had they none; only tireless mechanisms, ceaseless in their attacks, swift in their blows, and terrific in their power. Flesh had they none, only a steely outer coating made of some foreign substance, to us, anyways, which our bullets did little more than dent. The mass had assaulted our base for going on three days, and what with the "combat credits" system we had little more than rudimentary weapons to beat back these abhorrent rejections of nature. Two of the new bloods, ferried in through our teleportation modules, had been claimed by these disgusting things little after enthusiastically agreeing to go on a raiding party. Such unbridled confidence quaked in the path of those gigantic, razor-talonned behemoths. I idly flicked the ash off of my cigarette bud; it cost the Capitol quite a lot to send items (and men) via teleportation, but Boss had managed to sneak in a carton for the guys' sakes. Fending off flesh-thirsting creatures without reward, as we were not paid well, was not very encouraging. I shivered as the calming effect of the cigarette went into action. The boss's policy was one dead devil-spawn, was two cigarettes. I had helped take out one of the larger ones that could leap on you from afar, so I stashed my other cigarette in my personal gun-cabinet of the armory, withdrew my mass driver and a pain saw besides, and walked casually to our tertiary turret line. A few of the fast creatures might show up here every now and then if they managed to evade the main line's fire (An impressive hail of electric tendrils greeted any and all of the creatures brave or dumb enough to step forth), so I figured I might catch an easy kill. After about an hour nothing showed up but one of the small mousy ones, which was mopped up by the turrets. I advanced forward past the empty redoubt line to the chaos of the front line. I paled at what I saw. All but a meager three of the tesla coils had been ripped to scrap by these malignant creatures, and, moreso adding to my disbelief, the limp, blood-caked body of Boss hung from an absolutely enormous creature's talon... Easily three times myself in size and doubly as hefty in width. Something out of a demented Lovecraft tale. As he might have said, it could not be unseen.
The next few moments can only be described as a total failure. Good men retreated to the redoubt bunker to be set upon by those ghastly creatures. Carving a steady line of death and destruction through the mayhem was that enormous creature. I examined it through my mass-driver and saw it lacked any visible sensory organs, then briefly wondered why the fuck I was examining a god-forsaken monster in the middle of a disaster. I thumbed the activation pad of the mass-driver and the seering hot orb of depleted uranium, propelled by magnets, imbedded itself in the creature's chest-plate, and it issued a retributious look at me. Defiantly, I took aim again, then realized how silly the notion of standing up to this demon on my own was. I quickly ducked into the bunker door and slapped my hand on the activation pad. The entryway was blocked swiftly by a two-ton titanium door that would keep those freaks at bay for the time being. A platoon of men, apparently lucky enough to be enjoying their break at the time of the attack, were quivering faintly. I looked back and the door was distended, and torn in-twain by a powerful, mechanical claw. A small sea of the beast's brood swarmed inwards. A hail of frantic fire came. Small-caliber rounds discharged wildly, glancing across polished, steel-infused concrete and past my head. One of the better soldiers discharged a flamethrower, which kept all of the foul beings back for a while, but without an armory he ran out of ammo evantually. The spawn set upon the group of men, their horrible, pincerlike, robotic mouths wrending human flesh, ligament, and bone alike.
I backed into a corner, unseen, as of yet, if these creatures could indeed see at all. A feeling of calm came over me as I contemplated my next moves. The head of the attack was at the front, spearheading the vicious attack upon the lone platoon. I silently unslung my pain saw and discarded my mass driver, creeping forward into the feeding mass. If they had senses, they must have been dulled by their blood lust, because even as I activated the saw, a heavenly glow of idle, ionized air issuing around the rounded tip, the creatures noticed me not. Visceral, primal emotions stirred within me at the loss of this sector, of my friends, captain, and the attrition, or eradication thereof, of our military company... Caution thrown out of consideration, I toggled the pain-saw on and vicious, jagged plasma rotated around the saw tip. I dove forward and the tip, as if guided by its own conscious, delved into the largest beast's side, grinding its way through the hard exoskelaton to soft matter underneath. A demonic cry issued from the creature's extended, blood-soaked maw. A thousand spindly legs descended upon me, and I shook them off. This wouldn't take long. While the foul spawn recovered, I unhooked my compression grenade and popped the cap off, slamming my fist on the activation button. Ramming it into the mechanical fiend's now gaping wound, I yelled a resounding "Fuck you too!" before a flame budded in the creature's chest, and I, and likely everything else in that bunker, knew no more.
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Accidental doubletoast
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+1, this is really good stuff. I love all the details you added, as it lets me visualize it alot better.
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Thanks for the feedback.
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Pretty awesome :D Could it be extended?
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I was actually thinking about writing a piece from a marauder's POV of the human retaliation on their own nest, but I've been pretty busy lately.
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Muscles had they none; only tireless mechanisms, ceaseless in their attacks, swift in their blows, and terrific in their power. Flesh had they none, only a steely outer coating made of some foreign substance, to us, anyways, which our bullets did little more than dent. The mass had assaulted our base for going on three days, and what with the "combat credits" system we had little more than rudimentary weapons to beat back these abhorrent rejections of nature. Two of the new bloods, ferried in through our teleportation modules, had been claimed by these disgusting things little after enthusiastically agreeing to go on a raiding party. Such unbridled confidence quaked in the path of those gigantic, razor-talonned behemoths. I idly flicked the ash off of my cigarette bud; it cost the Capitol quite a lot to send items (and men) via teleportation, but Boss had managed to sneak in a carton for the guys' sakes. Fending off flesh-thirsting creatures without reward, as we were not paid well, was not very encouraging. I shivered as the calming effect of the cigarette went into action. The boss's policy was one dead devil-spawn, was two cigarettes manufactured by electronic cigarettes manufacturer (http://www.ecigfiend.com/category/ecig-starter-kits/). I had helped take out one of the larger ones that could leap on you from afar, so I stashed my other cigarette in my personal gun-cabinet of the armory, withdrew my mass driver and a pain saw besides, and walked casually to our tertiary turret line. A few of the fast creatures might show up here every now and then if they managed to evade the main line's fire (An impressive hail of electric tendrils greeted any and all of the creatures brave or dumb enough to step forth), so I figured I might catch an easy kill. After about an hour nothing showed up but one of the small mousy ones, which was mopped up by the turrets. I advanced forward past the empty redoubt line to the chaos of the front line. I paled at what I saw. All but a meager three of the tesla coils had been ripped to scrap by these malignant creatures, and, moreso adding to my disbelief, the limp, blood-caked body of Boss hung from an absolutely enormous creature's talon... Easily three times myself in size and doubly as hefty in width. Something out of a demented Lovecraft tale. As he might have said, it could not be unseen.
The next few moments can only be described as a total failure. Good men retreated to the redoubt bunker to be set upon by those ghastly creatures. Carving a steady line of death and destruction through the mayhem was that enormous creature. I examined it through my mass-driver and saw it lacked any visible sensory organs, then briefly wondered why the fuck I was examining a god-forsaken monster in the middle of a disaster. I thumbed the activation pad of the mass-driver and the seering hot orb of depleted uranium, propelled by magnets, imbedded itself in the creature's chest-plate, and it issued a retributious look at me. Defiantly, I took aim again, then realized how silly the notion of standing up to this demon on my own was. I quickly ducked into the bunker door and slapped my hand on the activation pad. The entryway was blocked swiftly by a two-ton titanium door that would keep those freaks at bay for the time being. A platoon of men, apparently lucky enough to be enjoying their break at the time of the attack, were quivering faintly. I looked back and the door was distended, and torn in-twain by a powerful, mechanical claw. A small sea of the beast's brood swarmed inwards. A hail of frantic fire came. Small-caliber rounds discharged wildly, glancing across polished, steel-infused concrete and past my head. One of the better soldiers discharged a flamethrower, which kept all of the foul beings back for a while, but without an armory he ran out of ammo evantually. The spawn set upon the group of men, their horrible, pincerlike, robotic mouths wrending human flesh, ligament, and bone alike.
I backed into a corner, unseen, as of yet, if these creatures could indeed see at all. A feeling of calm came over me as I contemplated my next moves. The head of the attack was at the front, spearheading the vicious attack upon the lone platoon. I silently unslung my pain saw and discarded my mass driver, creeping forward into the feeding mass. If they had senses, they must have been dulled by their blood lust, because even as I activated the saw, a heavenly glow of idle, ionized air issuing around the rounded tip, the creatures noticed me not. Visceral, primal emotions stirred within me at the loss of this sector, of my friends, captain, and the attrition, or eradication thereof, of our military company... Caution thrown out of consideration, I toggled the pain-saw on and vicious, jagged plasma rotated around the saw tip. I dove forward and the tip, as if guided by its own conscious, delved into the largest beast's side, grinding its way through the hard exoskelaton to soft matter underneath. A demonic cry issued from the creature's extended, blood-soaked maw. A thousand spindly legs descended upon me, and I shook them off. This wouldn't take long. While the foul spawn recovered, I unhooked my compression grenade and popped the cap off, slamming my fist on the activation button. Ramming it into the mechanical fiend's now gaping wound, I yelled a resounding "Fuck you too!" before a flame budded in the creature's chest, and I, and likely everything else in that bunker, knew no more.
Just awesome one. Sorry for posting in bit old thread but the stuff is really very exciting..