The pod shuttered. Alex held his breath as the Atmospheric DropPod cannoned straight down towards the planet. The pod was pitch black around him, and smelled faintly of burning metal. Even though he had run the drop simulations hundreds of times, it still didn't compare to the real thing.
Once again, the pod shuttered with such force Alex nearly smashed his head against the cold metal. The reverse thrusters boomed to life, slowing his decent a great deal.
*Not long now...* Alex knew he would smash into the planets surface within a matter of seconds. He braced himself for the impact. According to NavTech, these pods were completely safe, but Alex had his doubts.
A deafening crashed roared all around the pod, and it felt as if the ground was quaking around him. After a few moments, the shaking ceased, and the noise ended. Slowly, Alex forced the door on his pod open.
The aliens world look much like Earth did. Large, impressive buildings towering across the landscape. Green sky and red-green clouds filled his vision. It was almost beautiful, until he remember why he was here. Alex grabbed his rifle and jumped out of his pod, and studied his immediate surroundings. He had landed it what appeared to be a street, of some kind. Large red buildings surrounded him, towering far into the green sky. The air smelled... almost like Earth's had, but that was to be expected.
The commanders had chosen to invade this planet for obvious reasons. It was the most Earth-like of all the alien planets, and would also support human life with no modifications. A near perfect replacement for their lost homeworld. Alex understood, what is a race without a planet?
Gravel crunched under Alex's heavy combat boots as he ran into the cover of the alien building. The aliens had apparently known they were coming, for it appeared the entire area had been completely deserted. The buildings looked mostly like the large skyscrapers from Earth, but in a deep red hue. Even the inside looked rather similar. Alex looked around the courtyard of the building. It was completely vacant, and completely empty. Besides some strange markings on the walls, there was nothing. Alex scanned the room once more with his rifle scope, and proceeded farther inside.
He paused to examine the strange markings, they appeared to be doors or some kind. He reached up to touch one, when a sound from the street rang out through the vacant building. He turned to see a creature standing in the doorway.
It stood at roughly 6 feet tall, and was bipedal. It was dark red, with hunched shoulders and a sunken head. It also seemed to be covered in scales. In place of one of it's four arms, it had what appeared to be a weapon, and it was glowing.
A burst of red goo exploded past Alex, missing him by inches. He quickly brought up his rifle, aimed at where he though the creatures head would be, and fired three quick shots. The creatures belted a horrible scream, and light green fluids seeped from the would Alex had inflicted. The creature once again fired a shot of goo, but Alex was ready, and dodged the projectile easily. The creature collapsed down upon the ground, let out a single, weak moan, and died.
Alex slowly walked over to the fallen alien, and prodded it a few times with his rifle to make sure it was dead. When he was sure, he slung his rifle over his shoulder and opened his communications channel. Static burst through the line. He tried to radio any surrounding forces, but got nothing but static.
Alex took one more look at the fallen creature, and started on his way to his squads rally point.
Monday, February 9, 2009
New Story.
We had found life. After millennium of searching the stars, we had discovered sentient life. Our scientists were overjoyed, for upon a small rock of a planet, life existed. No longer were we alone in the universe.
For countless years, we watched them. We attempted to make contact, but the distance was too great. So we watched, and studied. Slowly, this savage race of hunter-gatherers evolved into a spacefaring civilization. They spread to multiple planets in their solar system in a remarkably small amount of time. Throughout this time, however, wars raged constantly. These strange creatures seemed to thrive on war.
We could not understand their need for war. Our own civilization had developed on technology and religion, rather then warfare. We valued knowledge, rather then weapons. I suppose that would be why we came to fear the "Others".
Hundreds upon hundreds of years they waged war, developing new technology and weapons. We began to worry. We began asking ourselves questions, What if they found us? What if they want to destroy us? Fearing our own safety, we created a massive device that would obliterate them from the universe. We toiled for many lifetimes to create a device of infinite destruction. This device, simply called "The End", would wipe these savage creatures out, protecting our civilization.
With heavy hearts, we launched The End. All the while, the Others continued to war amongst themselves, oblivious to the impending doom slowly approaching. We grieved for them, as we continued to watch.
Without warning, the Others ceased their wars. Within the span of a few lifetimes, war was completely shunned from their society. But it was too late. The End was still approaching them, and we could do nothing to stop it. We watched helplessly, horrified with our own selfishness.
After many lifetimes, the Others, quite by chance, stumbled upon the doom approaching their planet. For a brief moment, we found hope. Perhaps the Others could disarm or destroy The End before it reached them.
Alas, the Others did not know what it was, and had no idea it carried with it the fate of their people. Finally, with no other options available, we sent hundreds of probes hurdling towards the Others homeworld, all broadcasting a single message; "Run."
We prayed the message would reach them before The End. It did not. The End entered the Other Galaxy, and detonated. Billions of lives were incinerated instantly. Planets cracked and moons exploded, while their people burned.
We did not know what to do, how to act. We had single-handedly ended an entire civilization. We grieved, and continued to watched, and prayed once more.
From the eternal darkness, a single light shown, then two, then hundreds more. Single ships and large cruisers emerged from the void. We were overjoyed some of them had survived, almost overcome with relief. Suddenly, we received a message from the Others. It read; "We will find you."
For countless years, we watched them. We attempted to make contact, but the distance was too great. So we watched, and studied. Slowly, this savage race of hunter-gatherers evolved into a spacefaring civilization. They spread to multiple planets in their solar system in a remarkably small amount of time. Throughout this time, however, wars raged constantly. These strange creatures seemed to thrive on war.
We could not understand their need for war. Our own civilization had developed on technology and religion, rather then warfare. We valued knowledge, rather then weapons. I suppose that would be why we came to fear the "Others".
Hundreds upon hundreds of years they waged war, developing new technology and weapons. We began to worry. We began asking ourselves questions, What if they found us? What if they want to destroy us? Fearing our own safety, we created a massive device that would obliterate them from the universe. We toiled for many lifetimes to create a device of infinite destruction. This device, simply called "The End", would wipe these savage creatures out, protecting our civilization.
With heavy hearts, we launched The End. All the while, the Others continued to war amongst themselves, oblivious to the impending doom slowly approaching. We grieved for them, as we continued to watch.
Without warning, the Others ceased their wars. Within the span of a few lifetimes, war was completely shunned from their society. But it was too late. The End was still approaching them, and we could do nothing to stop it. We watched helplessly, horrified with our own selfishness.
After many lifetimes, the Others, quite by chance, stumbled upon the doom approaching their planet. For a brief moment, we found hope. Perhaps the Others could disarm or destroy The End before it reached them.
Alas, the Others did not know what it was, and had no idea it carried with it the fate of their people. Finally, with no other options available, we sent hundreds of probes hurdling towards the Others homeworld, all broadcasting a single message; "Run."
We prayed the message would reach them before The End. It did not. The End entered the Other Galaxy, and detonated. Billions of lives were incinerated instantly. Planets cracked and moons exploded, while their people burned.
We did not know what to do, how to act. We had single-handedly ended an entire civilization. We grieved, and continued to watched, and prayed once more.
From the eternal darkness, a single light shown, then two, then hundreds more. Single ships and large cruisers emerged from the void. We were overjoyed some of them had survived, almost overcome with relief. Suddenly, we received a message from the Others. It read; "We will find you."
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