Here I stand, in a battlesuit, my chaingun in hands, and I know I just have a few seconds left. A few seconds. Before I die. And it all started out so well!
It was on ATCS, a simple mission it seemed: Kill the aliens, reclaim that territory for humankind. And killing I did. First, the small aliens, later, as these aliens got fed by human flesh, the grown ones.
I never gave a fuck about the reasons I were doing this, I just followed orders, obeyed commands, like any soldier would. But why? Don't these aliens just want to live as well? Don't they invade other planets just because of a cataclysm that devastated their home world? How may their homes back at their planet have looked like? Altough distusting to humans, those filthy holes or whatever were still their homes, and for sure they enjoyed it going back after a trip, going back home, home to their friends and families. Home. All gone! Now they die in the crossfire of human guns. I am sure they are not really evil at heart.
I did my training well, I knew what to do and I still know it. All those rookies, well, they died quickly, and after some time, only about 50% of us were left. I would lie if I claimed that I never took any advantage of this, because you'd rather sacrifice the not so well trained soldiers instead of a well trained one. May their flesh feed aliens! Who cares. The only thing I cared about was to kill as many of these alien creeps as possible.
I never thought of anything else.
And here I stand, in a battlesuit, with my chaingun in hands, holding the trigger pulled, emptying my gun at a structure we were told controls the aliens. The little ones bite me, I feel their razor-sharp teeth, in the hollow of my knee, in my abdomen, in my back, in my neck. Their teeth cut through the armour of my battlesuit. I know I only have a few seconds left to live.
There are still bullets on the belt of my chaingun, I few seconds are all I need! The moment I fall, my fingers will release the trigger, my gun will stop to fire. But I did it, I crawled into the lion's den. How much joy would a medical station be now, with its healing radiation, neutralizing the poison of uncounted little bites, healing my wounds and replenishing my exhausted muscles! But that's not important now. I trigger the radiation injection from my medical kit, a few seconds, a few seconds are all I need!
My gun finally runs out of bullets, five seconds left as I estimate the remaining time. I wait another second to be sure. Blood flows out of uncounted little, poisoned wounds bitten by little brown creatures I would have found cute if a mercyless fate had not decided to make us enemies.
Four seconds left. Then I do it: I pull out my grenade; this will take out a lot of them aliens and their "overmind" for sure.
Good bye my friends! Tell my wife I died with honour. And maybe, somehow, somewhere, in another world, I may meet all those little brown aliens again, and maybe we will live there together - in peace.
