Post by Toadkiller Dog on Jul 16, 2012 11:54:09 GMT
The alarms are going off now, the place is done for. Soon it and everything within it will becomes a smouldering heap. Dashing through the narrow maintenance corridor chunks and halves of Centra soldiers rain around me. Poor bastards should have called in sick..
Too many killed, lost count somewhere after three hundred, fodder in my way. The corridor is filling rapidly with steam and immense heat. The damn hatch at the end is closed, blocking escape. Easy work for the sword though. Cuts through the reinforced steel like butter. This place was well fortified, but not against something like me. I can see the core now through the steam. Pulsing red hot. Even with the whole structure coming down this thing should survive and live to tell the story of how the human wrecking ball known as Xex The Destroyer tore through it like a cannonball.
But I planned on that too. It can't survive if it too is annihilated, and I specialize in annihilating things. Centuries of precious Centra data, mined through the duress of humankind...all gone, cut to ribbons, melted into slag. The shields are nothing to me, I throw myself through them and through the core. Electricity crackling all around me.
Something hits me square in the back before my feet even touch the ground. A missile, high powered. Sends me sprawling a few hundred feet. I roll to a stand and turn to see the bases last line of defense. The towering mech stomps forward unleashing a large cluster of warheads.
A few actually make contact as I spin through the air, blade extended. It stings but it's not the reaction or result the pilot expected, I'm sure. My ears are still ringing from explosions as I land, cleaving the great behemoth in two. The floor rocks and I still think my ears or ringing when I realize this roaring is the swansong of the Centra base. The floor is literally collapsing beneath my feet now.
A light bright enough to pierce the darkest of space blinks as the world around me becomes flames. Then darkness.
I awake hurdling back toward Second Earth, engulfed, a living meteor.That explosion actually hurt, will leave me sore. The next part will leave me laid up for a few days. It's always like this, but you never really get used to dropping through the atmosphere of a planet and crashing down through it's soil. Doesn't matter how many times you've done it, survived it. The idea of panicking has long since left me though. Nothing to do now but accept it, I close my eyes.
The landing is anything buy graceful, I leave a crater the size of a baseball diamond, charred and exhausted, embedded into the ground for a bit. When I regain some strength I suppose I'll crawl out and lick my wounds, but for the time being I'll just rest.
As if in some form of poetic queue it begins to rain, the lukewarm drops feeling great, soothing. Just as planned before beginning the mission I've landed deep into some abandoned hills. No casualties, no witnesses, and no one to try and interfere with this much needed rest.
Saving the world is a dangerous, sometimes painful job.
Someone has to do it.
Too many killed, lost count somewhere after three hundred, fodder in my way. The corridor is filling rapidly with steam and immense heat. The damn hatch at the end is closed, blocking escape. Easy work for the sword though. Cuts through the reinforced steel like butter. This place was well fortified, but not against something like me. I can see the core now through the steam. Pulsing red hot. Even with the whole structure coming down this thing should survive and live to tell the story of how the human wrecking ball known as Xex The Destroyer tore through it like a cannonball.
But I planned on that too. It can't survive if it too is annihilated, and I specialize in annihilating things. Centuries of precious Centra data, mined through the duress of humankind...all gone, cut to ribbons, melted into slag. The shields are nothing to me, I throw myself through them and through the core. Electricity crackling all around me.
Something hits me square in the back before my feet even touch the ground. A missile, high powered. Sends me sprawling a few hundred feet. I roll to a stand and turn to see the bases last line of defense. The towering mech stomps forward unleashing a large cluster of warheads.
A few actually make contact as I spin through the air, blade extended. It stings but it's not the reaction or result the pilot expected, I'm sure. My ears are still ringing from explosions as I land, cleaving the great behemoth in two. The floor rocks and I still think my ears or ringing when I realize this roaring is the swansong of the Centra base. The floor is literally collapsing beneath my feet now.
A light bright enough to pierce the darkest of space blinks as the world around me becomes flames. Then darkness.
I awake hurdling back toward Second Earth, engulfed, a living meteor.That explosion actually hurt, will leave me sore. The next part will leave me laid up for a few days. It's always like this, but you never really get used to dropping through the atmosphere of a planet and crashing down through it's soil. Doesn't matter how many times you've done it, survived it. The idea of panicking has long since left me though. Nothing to do now but accept it, I close my eyes.
The landing is anything buy graceful, I leave a crater the size of a baseball diamond, charred and exhausted, embedded into the ground for a bit. When I regain some strength I suppose I'll crawl out and lick my wounds, but for the time being I'll just rest.
As if in some form of poetic queue it begins to rain, the lukewarm drops feeling great, soothing. Just as planned before beginning the mission I've landed deep into some abandoned hills. No casualties, no witnesses, and no one to try and interfere with this much needed rest.
Saving the world is a dangerous, sometimes painful job.
Someone has to do it.