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Far into the future, after man has gone beyond the periphery...
DarkZone Zulu
Part one: Objective Alpha
The steady thud of his heart was all that kept him awake at this point in time. This miserable ball of dust floating too far away from it's home star was all too dark, even though it was warm thanks to some internal force of the planet. There was total silence. The same boring trees with a few lakes. A sharp noise pierced his ears. His communicator alerted him that Sam had left a message.
“Sam speaking. We have confirmed your reports of mining and industrialization of this crystal on a large scale. Commander Hurricane created a plan for you to follow so you can secure the crystal and avoid the culmination of enemies. We are using our Houdini device to beam you the Dire Wolf X now. No support can be provided. Sam out.”
The monotony of his voice nearly made him doze off. Then he heard the large displacement of air outside his tent and felt a burst of warm air. He went outside. There he beheld the massive Mech dubbed the “Dire Wolf X.” This machine utilized only the most powerful weapons and electronics. State-of-the-art armor insured him protection in any event. The very look of the Mech had made pilots eject from their Mechs. He began to walk towards and climb the ladder on the Mech's legs and torso that led to it's cockpit.
***
About fifteen minutes had passed. He had already inspected two exhausted crystal sites, and found nothing. Now he was moving to inspect the active crystal site. He slowly approached. He looked through the trees at the top of the hill he was on. There he saw the strange glow of the mystical stone. He recalled reading descriptions of those who described nuclear weapons. They would often describe an unearthly purple flame rising into the sky. He felt as though he were seeing this same, unearthly purple haze surrounding the crystal. The glow seemed to ask the question of why man dared to tamper with this force beyond his knowledge.
His computer broke his trance by stating: “Radar detection: 120 meters, 18 degrees.”
His computer became silent and the holo-projector displayed the radar signature. It was fuzzy, he couldn't make out much. It was not tall, and had many sharp edges. His heart rate increased as the ping of his radar began to vibrate through the cold, empty silence in the cockpit. Even though his Mech was powerful, it did not have enough fast weapons. He triggered his jump-jets and leapt from the treeline.
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Phantoms. Three of them. He let off a TangoBlue missile at target Alpha, and then turned his focus to beta. He muted the computer's warning about incoming missiles. He had to focus. He was close to range with target Beta. He took aim and let one of his High Frequency Disintegrators rip. The shock-wave missed and the Phantom began to run. The pilot, clearly novice, stopped to fire. He fired twice more. Target Beta exploded and parts of his Mech flew off in all directions. He swiveled his torso to the last Mech. His mere look made the pilot eject. He looked back at Alpha. The ball of blue, high-temperature tungsten clearly found it's target, as now there was nothing but ashes where Alpha was. He took a deep breath to steady himself. His computer alerted him of the situation with two words:
“Objective secured.”
He looked at his HUD. Objective Alpha was secured. His arms were damaged and his left torso had a minor breach. Routine damage, he assumed. Now he needed to repair and move to objectives Beta and Gamma.
*TO BE CONTINUED*
So, this is the first part of my first attempt at writing fiction. A few people may laugh at what I am writing about. A few people may laugh cause I really am not good at writing fiction. But, feedback is, as usual, welcome.
Edited by DavidHurricane, 16 August 2014 - 09:04 AM.
