Well, I am writing a story. I am not quite finished and I am sorry if I copied anyone, I sure I didn't, but if I did, let me know. btw, I'm a horrible speller and please let me know any spelling errors.
As I said, Im not done. Sorry I have been super busy with school work and not been able to fix my spelling, grammer, and the story.
Clank. Clank. Clank. Foot steps! My heartbeat accelerates. What is it? I see something flash by through the hissing pipes of the water supply room. BANG! Gunshot! I spin around to see another man armed with a battle worn shotgun, and a dead specimen 11082A, or a dretch as they call it, at my feet. “Thank-you!” I shout, “You saved my life!” The other man stares blankly at me, and walks away. Clank. Clank. Clank. I turn away, my rifle at my side, shaking my head. I’m not used to this.I spawn, green ooze spilling out as I morph out of the egg. I jump on to the wall and climb away, quickly and quietly. I jump off the wall and fall swiftly thought the air and land on the ground. I’m hungry for fresh meat. I’m full of vengeance of those who destroyed my homeland. I have one thing on my mind, KILL! I run out of the creep and into the sunlight. Where are we? I have no time to think because I sense meat. I run out from the behind the corner and jump on to the head of a man. I quickly bite and swiftly kill. Meat. I feast on the dead soldier fresh blood spilling out as I rip apart the meat. I feel energy.
Whirring machines and flying sparks. I look around. Robotic arms making rifles, blasters, armour, and everything else. I’m just glad I won’t need them anytime soon.
“Right this way Dr. McLure.”
I spin around, remembering the reason why I was here. As lead scientist in the “Tremulous” program it is my job to make sure the clones were being properly made. I follow the General out of the Weapon and Armor Manufacturing Room into the Clone Room. There, cylinders holding my specialty growth liquid, were hooked up to all sorts of pipes and wires.
“I hope this is set up right.” The general looks at me. I walk over to one of the tubes and inspect it.
“Well it’s been working all right,” I answer, “I hope” I look at the labels on the tubes. One is labeled male, another is labeled female, and another is growth. “Looks good to me!” I chuckle. “Lets run them!” I look at the blue tinted window up in the corner of the big grey room. I faintly see a silhouette of a man bending over and flipping a switch. I turn to the nearest chamber and watch as some white stuff starts entering the chamber followed by some brown stuff. It joins together to form a small sphere. The sphere starts changing. A head starts to form along with legs and arms. A baby. Not for long, because it instantly starts changing. A toddler. A child. A pre-teen. A teenager. An adult. The changing slows and stops. A red light above the door changes to green, a signal that it is done.
“How long did that take?” I ask. The general glances at his watch and answers, “2 minutes and 26 seconds!”
“Well we better finish the tour!”
We exit the Clone Room and enter the Transport Room 1a. Another big grey room. This time filled with platforms with whirling blue stripes coming from them. A the light above the door changes to yellow.
“We better go,” The General, says, “The new clones are coming to be transported into battle.” I follow him out the door in into the elevator. The doors open and we step out. We then enter the Transport Room 1b. Same thing, this time the platforms have yellow stripes coming from them and mechanical arms are attached to the side of the room with conveyer belts running under them. The arms are whirring about picking things of the belt and placing them on the platforms. The weapon and amour transported. We exit the building and walk outside. Sigh. Back to the lab.Energy. I feel it. I pop out of my old carcass in a splash of green ooze and scurry away. I sense another. I climb up the wall. The stupid life form runs aimlessly underneath me. I jump off the ceiling, and grab onto it’s back. It squirms helplessly as it fires its rifle randomly into the air as my teeth clench deep into its flesh. It falls on the ground, dead.
I sit there tinkering with my chemicals. I glance at the clock. 12:30 AM. I better get some sleep. No! I must finish on this alien transformation chemical! Just 5 more minutes… There! I’m done! I look at the clock. 4:50 AM. Oh-well. Better get some sleep.
I am awakened by an abrupt knock on the door. Who could it be? 10:30! What! I quickly scramble to put my clothes on and stumble toward the door.
“Hello?” I ask as I push the button to open the door.
“Hay!” the voice of Dr. Marton, the vice scientist in the operation Tremulous. “I am wondering if you would be interested in going out to the field to test your theories!”
“That would be great!” I reply excited. “When, where?” I question.
“The Science and Mining facility,” he replies, “It is docked in space orbiting Earth for repairs. A transport ship will be leaving at 3:00!”
“Well, what are we waiting for?
