So I wrote a story about tremulous for english class and I thought i would share it with all of you, enjoy!
I lept around randomly, frantically attempting to avoid the bullets coming at me from every side. I ran towards the human, all the while careful to vary the direction and speed of my approach to prevent him from drawing the proper lead on me. As I neared him, the stream of automatic rifle fire ceased, and I realized it was my chance. As he stopped shooting to reload, I jumped through the air and bit the top of his head off, barely landing on the ground sooner than his lifeless corpse. I savored the victory only momentarily, for I knew that soon he would return to attack again. Sure it's only a computer game, and the human I just bit to death as an alien was nothing more than the electronic representation of someone sitting at their computer somewhere in the world, but I was engrossed. For the time being it was as real to me as anything ever was. While it may have started as only an ordinary game on an ordinary day, like so many before it, this particular game would turn out to be one I would not soon forget.
No sooner than I had finished healing, I sensed a couple more soldiers coming around the corner. I crawled up the wall into a dark corner of the ceiling and laid wait for my prey. Moments later a human slowly inched out of the doorway and peered intently down the corridor ahead of him. After what seemed like an eternity, he made the foolish assumption the path was clear and motioned to a second human behind him to cover his back as he advanced. As he neared the end of the hallway a pair of smaller aliens, called Dretchs, came leaping from around the corner that proceeded him with coinciding shrieks and began to chase him. The second human, seeing that his ally was in need of aid, decided to rush forward and assist his comrad. Upon seeing this I seized the opportunity to jump onto his back, digging my claws into the soft flesh of his back and assuring that he would neither escape me nor survive the encounter. Leaving my fellow Dretchs to finish off the other human I advanced on the human base. After prowling the dark corridors and deserted storage rooms of the abandoned space port that comprised our battleground I was at last greeted by an unexpected load of buckshot from a human wielding a shotgun.
After my consciousness was reincarnated by the alien Overmind, I began the transformation into a much larger, more powerful form of alien, the Dragoon. Once the transformation was complete I stood nearly as tall as a man, and much more intimidating than my previous form. With razor sharp fangs, eight powerful legs, and a thick carapace as tough as any manmade armor, I was now the largest alien possible, at least for the time being. Leaving the dimly lit vent shaft that served as our nest, I began the search for soon to be victims of my mighty jaws. The first was a poor construction engineer, bearing no armor and laughable weaponry, he had clearly wandered away from human base in search of a suitable position to construct an advanced position from which they might more easily strike out at the nest. Utilizing my powerful legs I reared back and closed the considerable gap between us in a single pounce, obtaining the necessary momentum to flatten him to the ground and pin him. I could see the fear in his green eyes as he realized the futility of struggle against his impending doom, as I reduced his body weight considerably by removing everything above the shoulder in a single mighty chomp.
It was then that the entire complex began to vibrate with a low intensity, unmistakable for a spaceship docking to supply the humans with reinforcements in both men, and more advanced equipment. It wasn't long before we got the first taste of their new lifesign detection radar helmets and plasma energy flamethrowers. I pounced onto what I thought was an unsuspecting engineer only to be ambushed by flamethrowers and toasted crispy. The battle continued fiercely on all fronts, until at last I heard the worst sound ever. At first it was distant and unclear, but as it neared it became distinctive and unmistakable. Clang, Clang, the humans had recieved their final equipment upgrades, Battlesuits. Composed of the toughest, lightest composite metal alloy armor encasing the soldier from head to toe, it was the ultimate in alien fighting gear. Along with the battlesuit, the humans were equipped with the incredibly powerful Lucifer Cannon. Firing concentrated energy blasts the Lucifer Cannon was capable of obliterating lesser aliens in a single shot, and disintegrating even the most powerful of aliens in but a few blasts. However among all the fighting I had taken the opportunity to transform into the most powerful of all aliens, the colossal Tyrant. Standing well over eight feet tall I was an enormous alien creature with scythe like claws and a lust for human flesh.
As the battle progressed the tide turned against the humans and I soon found myself coordinating the rest of the aliens in attacks against the main human encampment. The humans grew more desperate with each passing minute, sensing that their imminent destruction was close at hand they were determined to win at any cost. Firing Lucifer Cannon shots in every direction in a vain attempt to hold off the alien onslaught, it was only a matter of time before one of the less experienced soldiers made a mistake. One of the Tyrants foolishly decided to attack alone and charged into the human base. Overcome with panic and lacking better judgement, one soldier eviscerated the Tyrant with a Lucifer Cannon shot, killing him, but critically damaging much of the surrounding base in the process. That was it, that was the chance we had been waiting for, I ordered the attack and aliens poured into the fray from all directions. The battle was chaotic, the sounds a cacophony of swirling energy blasts, pulsing laser guns, exploding grenades, rattling machineguns, humming chainguns, and screams of pain and death from human and alien alike. Several advanced Dragoons stood on the outskirts of the battlefield, lobbing barbs coated in corrosive acid at humans pre-occupied with surviving the more immediate threats, as well as their critical structures. Other small aliens known as basilisks climbed upon the walls and ceiling spraying poisonous gas, blinding their victims and rendering them easy prey. Suddenly, without warning, the human's portable reactor that powered their entire base, including their defensive turrets and weapon armory, sustained one too many direct hits and exploded in a flash, destroying half the human base, and vaporizing many of its defenders. Every last alien overran the remaining humans and destroyed every last trace of their existence save for scattered rubble and corpses.
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