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| 24 Jan 2014 12:55 AM |
Captain Skorge Okter, Butcher of Alexandria, Vanquisher of Fortresses, and Destroyer of Worlds.
Skorge was born to two Vaktovian Soldiers. Children born to military parents where not allowed to know who where there parents. Skorge from the day he was born was taught to lead, kill, and hate. Skorge was trained by the greatest of Vaktovia's champions as he grew, he became a living embodiment of they very word 'Vaktovian'. His Emperor, Vaktus, looked to him and saw the vary Image of what he wanted all to call Vaktovian. Skorge was literally, the perfect soldier.
But let us not get ahead of ourselves, all champions where cadets at one point...
Skorge took apart his assault rifle then resembled it at least a hundred times. He often looked over to his teacher to see when he was allowed to go to the next part of his training. Training? More like useless time wasting. "Sir, permission to speak." Colonel Vestus looked at him and simply responded "By god, if you have to go to the bathroom again, i'll-" Skorge interrupted "Sir, when do I get to shoot something?" Vestus would usually punish a cadet for interrupting him, but Skorges words moved him. "You just read my mind Skorge." Vestus took another sip of the Frostarian Scotch he had looted from a raid on RAT a few days earlier. "Keep it up for two more minutes and I'll take you to the firing range." And so Skorge did as he was tolled.
Skorge walked next to Vestus, none of them speaking or looking at each other. "Sir?" Vestus looked down to Skorge. "Yes?" Skorge gulped "I know I you are not allowed to talk about it with me, but do you know my parents?" Vestus stopped walking. "Yes." Skorge never said another thing about it again. "Sir, why are children born to military officials not allowed to know there parents?" Vestus sighed "Because high command does not want you to be to attached to someone you know is going to die."
Skorge and Vestus arrived at the gunnery range. At the range stood two Vaktovian soldiers. Vestus called to them "Targix, Hendhelm, teach Skorge how to shoot, turn on and off the safety and how to aim. I'm going to check on the guard." Sargent Targix and Private Hendhelm both belonged to the 122th Commando Regiment. "Umm... Targix, did Colonel just put us on babysitting duty?" Targix shook his head. "I'm afraid so. What your name, err... Skarge? Whatever your name is come here." Skorge ran over to the Sargent and saluted. "Heh, this kid knows what to do already. How old are you kid?" "6, sir." Targix and Hendhelm both looked at each other. "Damn, this kid is going to be a good f***ing soldier when hes older." "Language, sir." Skorge was prepared to be slapped. "Err... sorry. Anyways, there are two kinds of guns, your basic Rifle, and your Pistol. What do you want to learn first?" Skorge thought for a second. "The Rifle I guess."
"Well then," Targix showed Skorge a nice, black assault rifle. "This is the stA-52 it is a fine weapon indeed. It comes equipped with a 32 round clip, and an iron sight. This thing is basically the most common thing you will be using when you are fighting. Anyhow, here, take it." Skorge took the assault rifle. "Now, see that red man over there?" Targix pointed at a hologram. "Point the gun at it, and press this thing." Targix pointed to the trigger. Skorge aimed his rifle at the target and fired. The target was destroyed but Skorge was nearly knocked over by the recoil. "When your older the kick back will go away."
After an hour of practicing his gunfire, Skorge reunited with Vestus and they headed off to a bar.
"Sir, I don't think I'm aloud in here." Vestus looked at Skorge with a look that almost literally says 'Does it look like I gave a sh!t' "What do you want Skorge?" Skorge was surprised by the Colonels question. "Umm... I'll just have a smoothie I guess." Vestus looked at the bar tender "One glass of water, mix it in with a bit of some sour tasting spices." The bar tender gets right to work. After about 15 second the drink was prepared. "Skorge, here is you 'fruit smoothie'." Vestus passed the drink to Skorge. "Is drinking this a order sir?" Vestus laughed. "Whenever I torture you, you say something hilarious kid." Vestus looked at the bartender again. "One fruit smoothie."
Skorge sipped his fruit smoothie. Vestus just sat calmly until Skorge was finished. "Tell me Skorge, what do you want to achieve in your life?" Skorge looks at Vestus, "Well, I guess I want to find out who the hell my parents are. Maybe become Supreme General." Vestus laughed. "One day, perhaps, one day." |
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| 24 Jan 2014 12:56 AM |
AHH!
WE ARE NOT JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER
WE USE PARAGRAPH BREAKS WHEN A NEW PERSON SPEAKS |
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| 24 Jan 2014 01:01 AM |
| Setting aside the grammar errors too |
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| 24 Jan 2014 01:03 AM |
@Newb
Yeah, I suck with Grammar. |
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| 24 Jan 2014 01:06 AM |
| Oh and keep in mind that this takes glacé during the Vak-FC war. |
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dracomanx
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| 24 Jan 2014 01:10 AM |
VAKs don't use bathroom, they dispose their excess oil into a container and use that to torture arcadians. In fact once tober was captured wand was tortured it got in his body and throat that is why he seems to have a squeaky voice . |
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| 24 Jan 2014 08:56 AM |
@Draco
This takes place during the FC-Vak war. Vaktovians are still organic. |
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| 24 Jan 2014 08:57 AM |
| Your parents had a fun time making you. |
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| 24 Jan 2014 09:00 AM |
| Awesome, but bad ending... |
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Lissitski
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| 24 Jan 2014 09:03 AM |
Could use some revision and grammar fixes.
But a good concept. Keep it up. |
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