Gunmonk
12-09-2007, 1:36 AM
Okay, so I finally got some where writing my story, but I need to figure out the next few parts to this, but I need some general criticism as well. so here goes
Shots rang into the midnight sky, hanging into all eternity. They’d have the mission done soon enough though. Earlier this morning they had been given a mission to destroy several protoss camps. They had rounded up what humans that had lived with them and were now executing them as traitors without a trial. Interestingly enough the Dominion had taken a kill the protoss now that we can control the zerg stance, Thanks to the UED the dominion had gained the technologies to destroy even the strongest protoss units in a matter of milliseconds. The humans disagreed with the Dominion and thus had to be killed. Truly there was no honor in war faces become names, names become numbers, and numbers become a bloody collage of strife. Three hours ago two ghosts went in to each camp and called bombing runs. The effects were nasty, there was a first wave of siege tanks, then a second wave of goliaths to mow down anything not killed by the previous attacks, and then lastly there was a third and final wave of medics, firebats, and marines. The medics were there to heal the wounded, at least on our side, the others they just left there. Some of the bloody battered bodies that were still alive were thrown into graves only several feet deep. I wanted nothing to do with it he thought as he pulled the trigger again. He came to the next “traitor” “Go ahead do your duty ‘soldier’ go ahead silence me so that bastard Mengsk can throw away your life too” the prisoner incessantly jeered him. I finally had enough of his crap and I pulled the trigger. Like I said, truly there is no long any honor in war, faces become names, names become numbers, and numbers become a bloody collage of strife.
I sat there for what seemed like was an eternity; I had just helped kill more than a hundred innocent lives. I decided to head to the bar, even though the drinking age is 23 and I’m only nineteen they’ll all know what I did and why I’m there. He sat there drinking, taking shots of what the hell ever the bartender suggested. A man wielding only a knife came up to him and grabbed his neck and had the blade right in front of his throat and was about ready to pull the blade across his throat when he asked a simple question. “Why did you do it?” he yelled. None of the other denizens of the bar seemed to even notice or care. “What the hell? Why do you think you can play God? Take lives without even giving them a chance to explain for themselves?” He was screaming now and some of the patrons seemed to be getting slightly annoyed but hell, it was me and let’s just say after killing all those innocent “traitors” everyone wanted me to die. “I was just following my damned orders! I think you would have done the same if you were put in my position.” I yelled back as well as I could while being choked. He didn’t seem to care he just said “Bull shit! Let this be a reminder” he took the knife and cut the insignia of the system insurgency into my back.
6 weeks later
I spent the better part of six weeks in the hospital. Apparently the guy had mentioned to cut every major muscle and cut into the places that would heal the slowest all the while missing every single vital organ. The doctors did their best to “repair” me, among these repairs I was given molycirc (molycirc: molecular circuitry. In this case it was used to recreate artificial nerves) nerves that would give a slight edge in reflexes, and ionized carbide plated vertebrae that were nearly indestructible. Apparently they said I owed them some sort of “life debt”, an extra ten years in the service. To that I told them screw you. There was some temporary insanity from the medicine cocktails I had been given of the past weeks and the withdrawals were nasty. I would have flash backs, constantly, of that night when I did my “duty”. Sitting on my bed I had a choice to make freedom or slavery. “Screw it,” I said as I got up and headed for the door. As I headed for the door a dark templar materialized just meters away from me, his only cry was “May the khali show mercy on those that shed innocent blood”. I had yet another choice to make; luckily my new rifle was sitting fairly close to me. My only dilemma was that it was a few feet away and the templar didn’t even have to move to kill me. I reached for my pistol and ducked as the Templar swung his blade narrowly missing the top of my head. As the templar brought his blade back around I shot the arm that held the blade. The arm dropped in a bloody mess as I stood back up and shot him in the chest. “Just another normal day” I tried to tell myself, it was no use. I was doomed unless if I could get off this post and into the officer training program. I finally got outside the door and headed for the recruitment office.
5 months and twelve days later
I was finally being shipped off this god-forsaken planet to go to the academy on Tarsonis. They had looked at my record seen my medical history and my so-called “devotion” to the dominion and they decided that I be put into the Government program. The program is supposed to be tough but hell; it beats the crap outta living on this backwater planet. I buckled my harness; the dropship looked as if it had been stripped down even more than usual. Although as a marine I grew accustomed to the uncomfortable dropships this was too much for even I to handle. After we were in space I tried to make conversation with the guy next to me who only said “hey, are you gonna kill me too?” I promptly thanked him for the comment by getting out of my seat and giving him a nice size thirteen CVS high impact marine boot to the face. My actions however, thought well deserved, were frowned upon and I landed my self in the brig for several days.
5 days later
I got out of my twelve-day sentence early because the head CO of the government program liked my style. He called me into his office. “Son, I’m gonna tell you something I’ve never told any of the students at this fine institution. The no nonsense attitude you take with anyone who gives you crap will get you far in your new line of work, instead of the usual five year courses, I am recommending you for the fast track program. Instead of taking you five years you will be done within three years at most. From there you will be transferred to your post. However because of your history of aggressiveness I am suggesting you go to an outer colony with little or no dominion government. However if I see that you aren’t showing the amount of effort I want then you will complete a mandatory twelve-year program and be sent as an assistant to the world you last came from, and I don’t think you want to go back to Trualias.” He said as he lit a cigar and took a drag. “Yes sir, I will not let you down.” I replied shocked but still professionally. “Good you start tomorrow” was his only reply.
The next day
I woke up on time and ready in my new uniform to attend my classes for the day. The classes I did have were mainly about governing, political institutions, and approved systems and forms of political government. All the other ‘classes’ so to speak were basically training in combat techniques and brutality (brutality isn’t the actual name of it its situational ethics but its basically the same thing) to other people as well as numbing my senses down (not that it was a problem after what had happened almost eight months ago).
My thoughts on my classes changed drastically after my sit in classes were done and I got into brutality. The Brutality instructor was surprisingly rather small but I knew better. One guy made a comment about the man and he was instantly tranqued with crap powerful enough to drop a hydra dead in its tracks (however the nature of the tranq made him hallucinate so the guy was thrown out of the academy and into an asylum.) I liked this guy; maybe he could help me forget about that night seven months ago. He barked out an order to us and I knew to sit down without even having to think.
I watched as he brought in a dissident and “interrogated” him (although I wouldn’t exactly call it an interrogation, it was more just roughing up a prisoner until he spit out what you wanted to hear). I felt a smile stretch across my lips as I leaned back and embraced my new future.
Two years later
It was interesting I worked out all my classes in order to graduate faster than any recruit ever. Even the CO was impressed and recommended that I be given a monthly stipend to go and spend around the town. I was graduating with honors from my brutality instructor; apparently he seemed to like my style of situational ethics. According to him a great leader lies within his ability to destroy that which he loves, I showed my ability to do just that. My mission was to go to Farlise and put down the rebellion from the confederates. Upon getting this ‘assignment’ I was rather amused after doing some research. As you already know the confederacy knocked off the oppressive UED and took charge as the big kahuna. Unfortunately the confederacy had become corrupt and oppressive; somehow they also went underground becoming a terrorist movement of sorts. My assignment was to quell their puny rebellion and bring an end to a reign of terror on the planet. Maybe my situational ethics would be helpful in the long run.
One week later
After a brief shore leave I returned to my dormitory to gather my things. I opened my door to find my brutality instructor sitting there, quietly thinking. He spoke “You are one of my greatest pupils and you have also taught me much.” He said as he reached into his coat and pulled out a pistol. “Here, I want you to have this.” I took the pistol and looked it over engraved on the side was something that looked like a primitive form of cursive. “Thank you sir” I said as I was going to salute him. The old man moved quickly, too fast, he grabbed my arm right as it was coming up and put it behind my back and threw me to the ground. “What the hell was that for?” I shouted “only a lesson” he replied calmly. “The inscription on the side of your pistol is Aramaic it says this ‘mene tekel upharsin’. Do you know what that means?” “No sir I am not familiar with ancient languages” I replied professionally trying my best to conceal the curiosity. “It means this, abuse your power and you will lose it. What you never learnt in my class or any other class is that people will only be put down for a short while before they get angry and not only revolt but actually become successful. Let this be the lesson.” He replied and walked away. I stood there bewildered not aware of my surroundings trying to understand what he meant the man was a cold hearted bastard that’s why I loved him like a father and now he was giving me man to man conversation on how not to screw up? ‘Man I need a beer’ I muttered. But, was there any logic to what the old man had said? “Screw him” and with that I left.
The Next Day
I stepped aboard a luxurious passenger ship and found my seat. It felt good to be into my new uniform as a governor headed to Farlise. My arm gently brushed against my new pistol that the old man had given me. I still couldn’t push those words he had said to me out of my head. Push someone around long enough and they will not only rebel and try to kill you but actually succeed in doing so? I mean that’s the truth, isn’t it? A stunning flight attendant rivaling that of a goddess in beauty asked me if I would like a drink or something to eat. I opted for a steak and a glass of wine. “Excuse me ma’am would you like to maybe take a break and eat dinner with me?” I asked. It was one of those spur of the moment actions but in the grand scheme of things I believed that it would pay off. “Well… umm I’d love to but my supervisor will get mad and probably get me fired.” She replied acting as if she really wanted to. “Well ma’am can, I call you Claire, it is just your luck because I am the new military governor of Farlise and if I got onto the right ship we’re headed there so she or he cannot do anything about it.” I felt like a dumbass asking if I could call her Claire still, we were now eating dinner in my cabin and I was pleased with the way things were going. Things went better than could be expected and I was surprised to find her in my bed next to me (we hadn’t done anything that I at least recall) she apologized for staying around which I then laughed and told her it was no biggie.
Later That Day
We landed on Farlise Claire decided to come off with me to go to my new house and hang out until she had to leave in a few days. I was strangely in love with her she knew it and she liked me too. I still hadn’t told her what I had done but hell; everyone has skeletons in their closets so why couldn’t I be any different. We had dinner together and when it came time to turn in I being a ‘good’, ‘moral’ person suggested that she take another room other than mine just so people couldn’t say anything. I awoke that night partly because of my dreams about that damned night when I did my ‘duty’ plus there was something else I heard footsteps they weren’t light like Claire’s these were much heavier almost like that of a warrior I grabbed my special forces pistol with HE rounds and as quietly as possible went to go hunt down the noise. I came down stairs and much to my despair there she lay hurt and unconscious… I couldn’t bring myself to imagine what kind of monster would do such a thing. I lifted the barrel of my pistol into a more kill ready stance and waited for it to come out again. I felt a swift kick in the back of my head. I landed on the floor and saw a Zealot standing over me lowering his blade to my neck; it was all over I knew it life without Claire wasn’t really worth living. Unfortunately my years of training instantaneously kicked in and with one swift move I kicked upward and shot at the Zealot’s shoulder wounding him. He cried out in basic “brother help me”. At that instant I saw another Zealot materialize in front of me. That was it I told myself two Zealots against one… not even a ghost could fight against those odds. ‘Oh well’ I thought it wouldn’t be the first time and Claire’s health was failing rapidly, there was no escape, or so I had told myself. Three of my new body guards heard the gunshot and had just burst in with rifles ready and fired, the zealots spun around to them and ran. The Zealot on the right had jumped in right behind one of the guards that was standing up and took off his head with a swift blow. I took the moment that the Zealot had dropped his guard and shot at his neck repeatedly, shot by shot until I had emptied the clip he wouldn’t be getting out of here alive. He stumbled backwards finally fell to his knees, I ran while slapping in another clip jumped and kicked the zealot who was still standing. The Zealot lost his balance and fell backward, and there I stood for a split second knowing full well why they had come, I pulled the trigger and I saw his essence flash out of existence. We had to hurry, it would be a major stretch to get Claire to the medical center in time. We got there and her heart beat started to drop… then there was nothing, they tried for two whole minutes to get her heart to work again… nothing. I finally let out an audible curse, and stood there for eternity… waiting. I looked over at the monitor and saw flat lines, but what was that? It was a blip, a small one but it was for the doctors to start to begin to try and get her stabilized.
2 weeks later
Claire had been slipping in and out of a medically induced coma for a week now, and the doctors said that with luck, she’d pull through perfectly fine; she like me had new “parts” now though, among those being a new lung, and Titanium-A ribs. I decided that I had stayed around at the medical center long enough and that I probably should go back to my administrative duties.
Later That Day
Well, it wasn’t so bad I told myself, upon looking at the political makeup of Farlise, there was not as much as of an insurrectionist movement as I had previously thought. I was now sitting in a meeting with my new staff, the grizzly Admiral Johan Grave, General George Harrelson, the ever so shady “special ops” Captain Zachary Pierce, and my numerous other advisors, including a renowned aristocrat and soldier Kane Santoni. We sat and discussed, “We must strike now before they have a chance to gather any sort of airpower” the admiral said. “My teams can take them easily with or without air superiority.” Pierce said in a smug fashion. “With all due respect your teams are freaks; God only knows what you guys really do and who you get your answers from.” Harrelson said in a elitist tone. With that I saw a ghost appear, which was strange (I had worked with many ghosts before and could even ‘see’ them when they were cloaked, but these, these were different cloaking devices) especially since he had been standing right behind the general the entire time and no one had noticed him. “With all due respect sir, we have more kills than your precious army and the only freaks are the ones who did this to us” the ghost said and then vanished again. Pierce laughed as if he were a madman, I almost had him removed (and come to think of it maybe an accident may have been in order), “yes general I would always be weary of my men” he said jokingly “especially when you personally oversaw their ‘modifications’” Pierce said with a staid resolve. The General said nothing, but only shot pierce a look that could have killed ultralisks and dropped them in their tracks. Harrelson motioned over to several marines and gave them several orders, one went and three more marines simultaneously came in. I wondered as to what had just happened it looked to me that there was much more than met the eye, I wasn’t completely sure but from what I had just seen, there might be two new opening in the next coming months.
Shots rang into the midnight sky, hanging into all eternity. They’d have the mission done soon enough though. Earlier this morning they had been given a mission to destroy several protoss camps. They had rounded up what humans that had lived with them and were now executing them as traitors without a trial. Interestingly enough the Dominion had taken a kill the protoss now that we can control the zerg stance, Thanks to the UED the dominion had gained the technologies to destroy even the strongest protoss units in a matter of milliseconds. The humans disagreed with the Dominion and thus had to be killed. Truly there was no honor in war faces become names, names become numbers, and numbers become a bloody collage of strife. Three hours ago two ghosts went in to each camp and called bombing runs. The effects were nasty, there was a first wave of siege tanks, then a second wave of goliaths to mow down anything not killed by the previous attacks, and then lastly there was a third and final wave of medics, firebats, and marines. The medics were there to heal the wounded, at least on our side, the others they just left there. Some of the bloody battered bodies that were still alive were thrown into graves only several feet deep. I wanted nothing to do with it he thought as he pulled the trigger again. He came to the next “traitor” “Go ahead do your duty ‘soldier’ go ahead silence me so that bastard Mengsk can throw away your life too” the prisoner incessantly jeered him. I finally had enough of his crap and I pulled the trigger. Like I said, truly there is no long any honor in war, faces become names, names become numbers, and numbers become a bloody collage of strife.
I sat there for what seemed like was an eternity; I had just helped kill more than a hundred innocent lives. I decided to head to the bar, even though the drinking age is 23 and I’m only nineteen they’ll all know what I did and why I’m there. He sat there drinking, taking shots of what the hell ever the bartender suggested. A man wielding only a knife came up to him and grabbed his neck and had the blade right in front of his throat and was about ready to pull the blade across his throat when he asked a simple question. “Why did you do it?” he yelled. None of the other denizens of the bar seemed to even notice or care. “What the hell? Why do you think you can play God? Take lives without even giving them a chance to explain for themselves?” He was screaming now and some of the patrons seemed to be getting slightly annoyed but hell, it was me and let’s just say after killing all those innocent “traitors” everyone wanted me to die. “I was just following my damned orders! I think you would have done the same if you were put in my position.” I yelled back as well as I could while being choked. He didn’t seem to care he just said “Bull shit! Let this be a reminder” he took the knife and cut the insignia of the system insurgency into my back.
6 weeks later
I spent the better part of six weeks in the hospital. Apparently the guy had mentioned to cut every major muscle and cut into the places that would heal the slowest all the while missing every single vital organ. The doctors did their best to “repair” me, among these repairs I was given molycirc (molycirc: molecular circuitry. In this case it was used to recreate artificial nerves) nerves that would give a slight edge in reflexes, and ionized carbide plated vertebrae that were nearly indestructible. Apparently they said I owed them some sort of “life debt”, an extra ten years in the service. To that I told them screw you. There was some temporary insanity from the medicine cocktails I had been given of the past weeks and the withdrawals were nasty. I would have flash backs, constantly, of that night when I did my “duty”. Sitting on my bed I had a choice to make freedom or slavery. “Screw it,” I said as I got up and headed for the door. As I headed for the door a dark templar materialized just meters away from me, his only cry was “May the khali show mercy on those that shed innocent blood”. I had yet another choice to make; luckily my new rifle was sitting fairly close to me. My only dilemma was that it was a few feet away and the templar didn’t even have to move to kill me. I reached for my pistol and ducked as the Templar swung his blade narrowly missing the top of my head. As the templar brought his blade back around I shot the arm that held the blade. The arm dropped in a bloody mess as I stood back up and shot him in the chest. “Just another normal day” I tried to tell myself, it was no use. I was doomed unless if I could get off this post and into the officer training program. I finally got outside the door and headed for the recruitment office.
5 months and twelve days later
I was finally being shipped off this god-forsaken planet to go to the academy on Tarsonis. They had looked at my record seen my medical history and my so-called “devotion” to the dominion and they decided that I be put into the Government program. The program is supposed to be tough but hell; it beats the crap outta living on this backwater planet. I buckled my harness; the dropship looked as if it had been stripped down even more than usual. Although as a marine I grew accustomed to the uncomfortable dropships this was too much for even I to handle. After we were in space I tried to make conversation with the guy next to me who only said “hey, are you gonna kill me too?” I promptly thanked him for the comment by getting out of my seat and giving him a nice size thirteen CVS high impact marine boot to the face. My actions however, thought well deserved, were frowned upon and I landed my self in the brig for several days.
5 days later
I got out of my twelve-day sentence early because the head CO of the government program liked my style. He called me into his office. “Son, I’m gonna tell you something I’ve never told any of the students at this fine institution. The no nonsense attitude you take with anyone who gives you crap will get you far in your new line of work, instead of the usual five year courses, I am recommending you for the fast track program. Instead of taking you five years you will be done within three years at most. From there you will be transferred to your post. However because of your history of aggressiveness I am suggesting you go to an outer colony with little or no dominion government. However if I see that you aren’t showing the amount of effort I want then you will complete a mandatory twelve-year program and be sent as an assistant to the world you last came from, and I don’t think you want to go back to Trualias.” He said as he lit a cigar and took a drag. “Yes sir, I will not let you down.” I replied shocked but still professionally. “Good you start tomorrow” was his only reply.
The next day
I woke up on time and ready in my new uniform to attend my classes for the day. The classes I did have were mainly about governing, political institutions, and approved systems and forms of political government. All the other ‘classes’ so to speak were basically training in combat techniques and brutality (brutality isn’t the actual name of it its situational ethics but its basically the same thing) to other people as well as numbing my senses down (not that it was a problem after what had happened almost eight months ago).
My thoughts on my classes changed drastically after my sit in classes were done and I got into brutality. The Brutality instructor was surprisingly rather small but I knew better. One guy made a comment about the man and he was instantly tranqued with crap powerful enough to drop a hydra dead in its tracks (however the nature of the tranq made him hallucinate so the guy was thrown out of the academy and into an asylum.) I liked this guy; maybe he could help me forget about that night seven months ago. He barked out an order to us and I knew to sit down without even having to think.
I watched as he brought in a dissident and “interrogated” him (although I wouldn’t exactly call it an interrogation, it was more just roughing up a prisoner until he spit out what you wanted to hear). I felt a smile stretch across my lips as I leaned back and embraced my new future.
Two years later
It was interesting I worked out all my classes in order to graduate faster than any recruit ever. Even the CO was impressed and recommended that I be given a monthly stipend to go and spend around the town. I was graduating with honors from my brutality instructor; apparently he seemed to like my style of situational ethics. According to him a great leader lies within his ability to destroy that which he loves, I showed my ability to do just that. My mission was to go to Farlise and put down the rebellion from the confederates. Upon getting this ‘assignment’ I was rather amused after doing some research. As you already know the confederacy knocked off the oppressive UED and took charge as the big kahuna. Unfortunately the confederacy had become corrupt and oppressive; somehow they also went underground becoming a terrorist movement of sorts. My assignment was to quell their puny rebellion and bring an end to a reign of terror on the planet. Maybe my situational ethics would be helpful in the long run.
One week later
After a brief shore leave I returned to my dormitory to gather my things. I opened my door to find my brutality instructor sitting there, quietly thinking. He spoke “You are one of my greatest pupils and you have also taught me much.” He said as he reached into his coat and pulled out a pistol. “Here, I want you to have this.” I took the pistol and looked it over engraved on the side was something that looked like a primitive form of cursive. “Thank you sir” I said as I was going to salute him. The old man moved quickly, too fast, he grabbed my arm right as it was coming up and put it behind my back and threw me to the ground. “What the hell was that for?” I shouted “only a lesson” he replied calmly. “The inscription on the side of your pistol is Aramaic it says this ‘mene tekel upharsin’. Do you know what that means?” “No sir I am not familiar with ancient languages” I replied professionally trying my best to conceal the curiosity. “It means this, abuse your power and you will lose it. What you never learnt in my class or any other class is that people will only be put down for a short while before they get angry and not only revolt but actually become successful. Let this be the lesson.” He replied and walked away. I stood there bewildered not aware of my surroundings trying to understand what he meant the man was a cold hearted bastard that’s why I loved him like a father and now he was giving me man to man conversation on how not to screw up? ‘Man I need a beer’ I muttered. But, was there any logic to what the old man had said? “Screw him” and with that I left.
The Next Day
I stepped aboard a luxurious passenger ship and found my seat. It felt good to be into my new uniform as a governor headed to Farlise. My arm gently brushed against my new pistol that the old man had given me. I still couldn’t push those words he had said to me out of my head. Push someone around long enough and they will not only rebel and try to kill you but actually succeed in doing so? I mean that’s the truth, isn’t it? A stunning flight attendant rivaling that of a goddess in beauty asked me if I would like a drink or something to eat. I opted for a steak and a glass of wine. “Excuse me ma’am would you like to maybe take a break and eat dinner with me?” I asked. It was one of those spur of the moment actions but in the grand scheme of things I believed that it would pay off. “Well… umm I’d love to but my supervisor will get mad and probably get me fired.” She replied acting as if she really wanted to. “Well ma’am can, I call you Claire, it is just your luck because I am the new military governor of Farlise and if I got onto the right ship we’re headed there so she or he cannot do anything about it.” I felt like a dumbass asking if I could call her Claire still, we were now eating dinner in my cabin and I was pleased with the way things were going. Things went better than could be expected and I was surprised to find her in my bed next to me (we hadn’t done anything that I at least recall) she apologized for staying around which I then laughed and told her it was no biggie.
Later That Day
We landed on Farlise Claire decided to come off with me to go to my new house and hang out until she had to leave in a few days. I was strangely in love with her she knew it and she liked me too. I still hadn’t told her what I had done but hell; everyone has skeletons in their closets so why couldn’t I be any different. We had dinner together and when it came time to turn in I being a ‘good’, ‘moral’ person suggested that she take another room other than mine just so people couldn’t say anything. I awoke that night partly because of my dreams about that damned night when I did my ‘duty’ plus there was something else I heard footsteps they weren’t light like Claire’s these were much heavier almost like that of a warrior I grabbed my special forces pistol with HE rounds and as quietly as possible went to go hunt down the noise. I came down stairs and much to my despair there she lay hurt and unconscious… I couldn’t bring myself to imagine what kind of monster would do such a thing. I lifted the barrel of my pistol into a more kill ready stance and waited for it to come out again. I felt a swift kick in the back of my head. I landed on the floor and saw a Zealot standing over me lowering his blade to my neck; it was all over I knew it life without Claire wasn’t really worth living. Unfortunately my years of training instantaneously kicked in and with one swift move I kicked upward and shot at the Zealot’s shoulder wounding him. He cried out in basic “brother help me”. At that instant I saw another Zealot materialize in front of me. That was it I told myself two Zealots against one… not even a ghost could fight against those odds. ‘Oh well’ I thought it wouldn’t be the first time and Claire’s health was failing rapidly, there was no escape, or so I had told myself. Three of my new body guards heard the gunshot and had just burst in with rifles ready and fired, the zealots spun around to them and ran. The Zealot on the right had jumped in right behind one of the guards that was standing up and took off his head with a swift blow. I took the moment that the Zealot had dropped his guard and shot at his neck repeatedly, shot by shot until I had emptied the clip he wouldn’t be getting out of here alive. He stumbled backwards finally fell to his knees, I ran while slapping in another clip jumped and kicked the zealot who was still standing. The Zealot lost his balance and fell backward, and there I stood for a split second knowing full well why they had come, I pulled the trigger and I saw his essence flash out of existence. We had to hurry, it would be a major stretch to get Claire to the medical center in time. We got there and her heart beat started to drop… then there was nothing, they tried for two whole minutes to get her heart to work again… nothing. I finally let out an audible curse, and stood there for eternity… waiting. I looked over at the monitor and saw flat lines, but what was that? It was a blip, a small one but it was for the doctors to start to begin to try and get her stabilized.
2 weeks later
Claire had been slipping in and out of a medically induced coma for a week now, and the doctors said that with luck, she’d pull through perfectly fine; she like me had new “parts” now though, among those being a new lung, and Titanium-A ribs. I decided that I had stayed around at the medical center long enough and that I probably should go back to my administrative duties.
Later That Day
Well, it wasn’t so bad I told myself, upon looking at the political makeup of Farlise, there was not as much as of an insurrectionist movement as I had previously thought. I was now sitting in a meeting with my new staff, the grizzly Admiral Johan Grave, General George Harrelson, the ever so shady “special ops” Captain Zachary Pierce, and my numerous other advisors, including a renowned aristocrat and soldier Kane Santoni. We sat and discussed, “We must strike now before they have a chance to gather any sort of airpower” the admiral said. “My teams can take them easily with or without air superiority.” Pierce said in a smug fashion. “With all due respect your teams are freaks; God only knows what you guys really do and who you get your answers from.” Harrelson said in a elitist tone. With that I saw a ghost appear, which was strange (I had worked with many ghosts before and could even ‘see’ them when they were cloaked, but these, these were different cloaking devices) especially since he had been standing right behind the general the entire time and no one had noticed him. “With all due respect sir, we have more kills than your precious army and the only freaks are the ones who did this to us” the ghost said and then vanished again. Pierce laughed as if he were a madman, I almost had him removed (and come to think of it maybe an accident may have been in order), “yes general I would always be weary of my men” he said jokingly “especially when you personally oversaw their ‘modifications’” Pierce said with a staid resolve. The General said nothing, but only shot pierce a look that could have killed ultralisks and dropped them in their tracks. Harrelson motioned over to several marines and gave them several orders, one went and three more marines simultaneously came in. I wondered as to what had just happened it looked to me that there was much more than met the eye, I wasn’t completely sure but from what I had just seen, there might be two new opening in the next coming months.