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| 27 Dec 2013 10:29 AM |
Right, I may be a Stage 1 VAC by the time of writing this... But this does not mean I uphold extreme, crazed and religious loyalty to a virtual clan, I have something very set in my head:
Grey and gray morality.
This is to be applied everywhere, I doubt any clan can exceed each other in excellence, everything is opinion, not fact.
Any who, enjoy this story, I hope it is worth the time. And I'm sorry to say, but, aye, I implemented myself into this story... :v ________________________________________
There was the liquid, the brown, cloudy skies and odd green bubbles that lit up the afternoon darkness. The trees shot out from the swampy water, deep enough to swallow a man up to his chest. It was impossible to actually get across without some form floating objects such as a cobbled-together row boat of sorts. Most material like that was so easy to build nowadays, robots always doing the work, or maybe some poor civilians...
There were about some six hundred of them- VACs, Vaccines, whatever they may be applied as. They were spread out like scattered pieces, but close enough to be considered a squad, each capable of seeing each other through the light fog. They were lead by some Vaktovians, around twenty or so, one being a lieutenant. The three companies of Vaccine infantry had been ordered to scan the area and destroy any remains of resistance after the last attack by raider groups on Outpost Pyro.
The battle had droned on for some hours, consistent fire from both sides and even a few anti-orbital guns had shot down VAK dropships. Lucky enough the raiders were overwhelmed, retreating in massive numbers through the thick, tree-filled swamp. Well, that was lucky for the outpost personnel...Soon two VAC carriers flew in, dropping off the three companies of soldiers, and remaining high above watching their progress.
"Keep moving." The voice, a rather cold, cruel and unforgiving one at that had echoed through the radio in a whisper. Dawn could only feel the water rush through his mechanical and organic parts, it was a sort of uncomfortable feeling, originally being a Robloxian that had signed up in the Mobile Bloxxers it wasn't a uncommon feeling to have been pushed through harsh conditions. Such two years of service in that military taught many things, and when he had became a major, the sort of sorrow had filled in- and now, after his capture after leaving the Mobile Bloxxer military, he was a Vaccine, one of many.
It was a bit hard to get used to the new body, you could feel the multiple insect-like bits adapt and maneuver in your old, organic veins. Your brain had thoughts and emotion...But, yet, you couldn't feel it, you knew you were sad, but you didn't quite understand how it felt to be. There was no reason to quit, no matter how much your brain struggled to do so...
The company continued it's sluggish march, rifles waving around in search for the raiders, as if any had existed in the first place. They had reached a slanted bit of land, leading onto a muddy dirt and into a less thicker forest.
"Nothing found..." The VAC said, the cold voice being so...restricted, in a way.
"The raiders must have cleared through this place well, I can't find a trace of them anywhere. I feel like they didn't quite get off this moon though, the carriers would have shot down any dropship flying off this rock..." The Vaktovian spoke out, walking past the Vaccines with a sort of swagger, that was natural in such a warrior, treated highly, considered valuable...Sad, that so many had died before seeing the third generation of this army, life had changed greatly.
"Shall we send out recon teams?" It was a stage three- his figure a lot more brutish than the familiar stage ones or twos, he was around 7'0ft, but, Vaktovians had always had a height increase around the third stage, when all the muscle and mass begin to swarm their bodies.
"Negative, Bravo company already searched ahead, nothing found out there either...But, these trees, they have a sort of structure about th-" Before the Vaktovian could finish his statement, the sound of gunfire echoed as the fog began to settle in, the VAC squad not far off beginning to disappear as muzzle flashes showed signs of retreat, the VACs had begun to form defensive positions in a square around the Vaktovian as the silence began to fall.
"Movement on North, East, West...Not Vaccine or Vaktovian readings...Safety off!" The Vaktovian officer yelled, the rest of the VAC troops pulling back on their rifle's slides and flicking off the safety via a circular switch, Dawn raised the rifle carefully, as the sound of rustling feet echoed between the trees.
"Open fire!" The Vaktovian's voice screamed through, as a gust of red mist came through the fog, the body falling over, a man wearing a tactical vest and standard blue jeans, along with a thick sweater under his vest, military boots and a beanie on top of his head. A put-together raider wear, with military-grade weaponry, the rifle bouncing off the muddy floor.
The muzzle flashes from the VAC filled the scene, firing into the fog as the mechanisms in the guns did their work, thirty bullets being spent as their red tracers went through the fog. There were little puffs of red mist and air, but it was so few and little, one would question if they were hitting anything at all.
And with that thought, a few of the Vaccine troops began to fall as a volley of rounds came from the fog, the sound of a machine gun echoing through. "We need to pull back, we have no cover here!"
"And what, you think there is cover in the water!? Hold positions!"
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Gonna' probably make a part two... Probably... :l Hope it was a good read. |
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| 27 Dec 2013 10:42 AM |
| Any criticism? I assume grammar is one, since I don't reread my work... |
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