Sam Jackobs was born a common child to a common mother on the colony
of Korhal. When Sam was 3 years old he was taken from his mother for showing possible
signs of telekinetic powers by saving his parents from a wreck as a Wraith came crashing
into there apartment complex. Raised for 15 years in a labatory, he became known within
his peers as a lone wolf. After graduating from his academy with top honors he went on to
fight for the Confederacy, as a ghost warrior. These is his tale.
Chapter 1
"Code 9-87 in sector 4, coded green", a transmitter on Sam "Death Knight"
Jackobs' combat suit as he walked down a small tunnel.
"Cloaks up! Run silent!", shouted the officer in command.
Agreeing silently with his commander, Sam booted up his cloaking device and
loaded his C-10 canister rifle. "I can't beileve they have us searching the sewer's for these
rebles." he mumbled to his comrade to his right.
"I know how you feel, wait a second... what is that up ahead?" Lt. Garson looked
down the tunnel, then screamed, "MISSLE TURRET!".
A missile came rocketing down at them targeting them through there cloaking
field. Lt. Garson points his rifle down the tunnel and fires a shot off at the turret, but the
shot turns wild. A missile comes down from the turret and tears his leg from his body, his
extra canisters of ammo going off and firing down the tunnel..
"Fire in the hole!', screams The Death Knight, as he throws a hand nuke into the
tunnel.
The ghosts run for cover as the nuke blows apart the tunnel, frying the remains of
Lt. Garson into a fine dust and totally destroying the turret.
"Life of a ghost, too short for anything but dieing", said another ghost shaking his
head as he walked past the shadow burned into the wall of what was once Lt. Garson.
Walking further down the tunnel the small group see's the rebels, loading there
guns and expecting the ghosts to come down apon them at any second.
"Unit 1 and 4 take the right tunnel, come around behind them", whispered the
commander, "Unit 3, 5, and 6 follow me."
"Uh, unit 6 is dead sir.", replied Unit 2, who was for some reason left out of the
order.
"Well then, I guess he wont be following me then, use your missile to seal the
tunnel by the jeep," the commander nodded his head to the missile launcher on Death
Knights back, and don't miss, we don't need you to screw up again and seal us down here
till a nuke team can get us out again".
"How many times do I have to tell you, it wasn't my fault. That Marine pulled the
trigger on my rifle and he was blown past me." replied Sam.
"Well it was your rifle, but forget it for now, we have to take out those rebel's."
Sam picked up the rocket launcher from his back and pointed it down the tunnel.
Slowly pulling the trigger, he aimed the rocket just above the group of rebels so the rocket
would seal the tunnel. Letting the rocket fly down the tunnel, he proceeded in sealing it,
but then the rebels tossed a smoke grenade down the tunnel.
"There they are!" Screamed one of the rebels pointing down the tunnel. "We shall
die for the fate of korhal!".
"I'll show you the fate of korhal!", screamed a ghost as he pulled the trigger on a
rifle, blowing off the right shoulder of a rebel, and tearing apart his upper chest.
"What the!? More ghosts! Open fire, all directs, NOW!" screamed a rebel.
"I'll think not, you korhal scum!", shouted a ghost as he gave the order to open
fire at will.
A volley of C-10 ammo came raining down upon the rebels, blowing off arms and
legs, bursting the occasional head, and spewing there blood all over the floor.
A ghost walked over to one of his colleagues that was burned to death by a firebat.
"Like I said, lives too short for a ghost to do anything but die."
"Mission complete, get the drop ship to meet us at point 6-5, we will fire a smoke
grenade for locating", said the commander, talking into his transmitter.
"Roger, that's an affirmative, Drop ship en route, ETA 3 minutes" beeped the
transmitter back.
"OK guys, we have to survive for 3 more minutes, no screwing around, no
blowing each other apart. If you get lost fire a flare, we'll see it from the drop ship."
shouted the commander.
"Oh and if you really get lost, paint a nuke. We'll find you eventually... well most
of you atleast." stated Sam.
"Sam your coming with me, I don't trust anyone here, you make enemies too
easily." the commander slowly said glaring at the others.
"Affirmative commander, oh, but what about Lt. Garson, what we going to do
about him, not send back a report and state him a MIA?."
"Collect some ashes from where he died... we'll let them loose into space from the
Norad II".
"Yes sir!" Shouted Sam as he went along to clean up some ashes.
of Korhal. When Sam was 3 years old he was taken from his mother for showing possible
signs of telekinetic powers by saving his parents from a wreck as a Wraith came crashing
into there apartment complex. Raised for 15 years in a labatory, he became known within
his peers as a lone wolf. After graduating from his academy with top honors he went on to
fight for the Confederacy, as a ghost warrior. These is his tale.
Chapter 1
"Code 9-87 in sector 4, coded green", a transmitter on Sam "Death Knight"
Jackobs' combat suit as he walked down a small tunnel.
"Cloaks up! Run silent!", shouted the officer in command.
Agreeing silently with his commander, Sam booted up his cloaking device and
loaded his C-10 canister rifle. "I can't beileve they have us searching the sewer's for these
rebles." he mumbled to his comrade to his right.
"I know how you feel, wait a second... what is that up ahead?" Lt. Garson looked
down the tunnel, then screamed, "MISSLE TURRET!".
A missile came rocketing down at them targeting them through there cloaking
field. Lt. Garson points his rifle down the tunnel and fires a shot off at the turret, but the
shot turns wild. A missile comes down from the turret and tears his leg from his body, his
extra canisters of ammo going off and firing down the tunnel..
"Fire in the hole!', screams The Death Knight, as he throws a hand nuke into the
tunnel.
The ghosts run for cover as the nuke blows apart the tunnel, frying the remains of
Lt. Garson into a fine dust and totally destroying the turret.
"Life of a ghost, too short for anything but dieing", said another ghost shaking his
head as he walked past the shadow burned into the wall of what was once Lt. Garson.
Walking further down the tunnel the small group see's the rebels, loading there
guns and expecting the ghosts to come down apon them at any second.
"Unit 1 and 4 take the right tunnel, come around behind them", whispered the
commander, "Unit 3, 5, and 6 follow me."
"Uh, unit 6 is dead sir.", replied Unit 2, who was for some reason left out of the
order.
"Well then, I guess he wont be following me then, use your missile to seal the
tunnel by the jeep," the commander nodded his head to the missile launcher on Death
Knights back, and don't miss, we don't need you to screw up again and seal us down here
till a nuke team can get us out again".
"How many times do I have to tell you, it wasn't my fault. That Marine pulled the
trigger on my rifle and he was blown past me." replied Sam.
"Well it was your rifle, but forget it for now, we have to take out those rebel's."
Sam picked up the rocket launcher from his back and pointed it down the tunnel.
Slowly pulling the trigger, he aimed the rocket just above the group of rebels so the rocket
would seal the tunnel. Letting the rocket fly down the tunnel, he proceeded in sealing it,
but then the rebels tossed a smoke grenade down the tunnel.
"There they are!" Screamed one of the rebels pointing down the tunnel. "We shall
die for the fate of korhal!".
"I'll show you the fate of korhal!", screamed a ghost as he pulled the trigger on a
rifle, blowing off the right shoulder of a rebel, and tearing apart his upper chest.
"What the!? More ghosts! Open fire, all directs, NOW!" screamed a rebel.
"I'll think not, you korhal scum!", shouted a ghost as he gave the order to open
fire at will.
A volley of C-10 ammo came raining down upon the rebels, blowing off arms and
legs, bursting the occasional head, and spewing there blood all over the floor.
A ghost walked over to one of his colleagues that was burned to death by a firebat.
"Like I said, lives too short for a ghost to do anything but die."
"Mission complete, get the drop ship to meet us at point 6-5, we will fire a smoke
grenade for locating", said the commander, talking into his transmitter.
"Roger, that's an affirmative, Drop ship en route, ETA 3 minutes" beeped the
transmitter back.
"OK guys, we have to survive for 3 more minutes, no screwing around, no
blowing each other apart. If you get lost fire a flare, we'll see it from the drop ship."
shouted the commander.
"Oh and if you really get lost, paint a nuke. We'll find you eventually... well most
of you atleast." stated Sam.
"Sam your coming with me, I don't trust anyone here, you make enemies too
easily." the commander slowly said glaring at the others.
"Affirmative commander, oh, but what about Lt. Garson, what we going to do
about him, not send back a report and state him a MIA?."
"Collect some ashes from where he died... we'll let them loose into space from the
Norad II".
"Yes sir!" Shouted Sam as he went along to clean up some ashes.