The raid, it was harsh, brutal and without a drop of mercy. They struck
before our scanning station on Melany Hill could detect them. I remember
it clearly. I was stationed on a make-shift tower made of plastic and
scrap metal, the rust brushed up against the base like a cool, calm wave
brushing up against a wall of rocks on a sunny beach. The starry night was
gleaming down at us, we were up to our knees in it's obscure and dark
embrace and frankly the night, we preffered over the day which is ironic
considering humans used to flourish during the day, but now it had stabbed
us through the heart as it became our enemy. I remember clearly staring
out over the horizon, I could see Melany Hill from here, it was soft, it
rolled over the horizon and I could see the poking sensors jutting up from
the top of the hill. I picked up the binoculars laying on the ledge beside
my rifle.
"Hot dang, another empty night."
I sounded bored. I was bored. We were supposedly in a "safe" zone, a rural area where Tech-Com forces managed to set up a well-placed defense. Or so we thought. As I put my binoculars on the ledge I heard it. A loud screech, I looked down at the scattering soldiers beneath my "protection". I was supposed to protect the people near the camp entrance since I was posted on one of the watch-towers. The fact of the matter is however being a watchman atop a great, rusty pillar was more hazardous than pissing on an Endo's leg. As the men beneath me scattered I once again lifted the binoculars. Through the scope I could see an Aerial HK coming over Melany Hill.
"What the hell is wrong with them?! Can't those damned engineers even warn us when a stray bandit is comin' into my air space? MY AIRSPACE?"
As I zoomed closer to the station with the device I noticed a body hanging over the railing and a plume of smoke. Before I knew it, it collapsed, a wave of smoke barreling down the hill with no restraint toward us. Another screech came, and another.and another. I picked up my rifle and let the binoculars fall below me. I quickly fired off three snap shots at the Aerial HK. I noted the small sparks I could barley see but more seemed to materialize right in front of me.
"Machines! Coming straight fer' us!"
The people under me scrambled and I could see whole serpents and lines of neon blue fire spraying into the heavens, upwards at the HKs. I heard a smash. then a scream and a shriek as I tumbled over the ledge of the tower and plummeted, the world span and my senses embraced darkness. I couldn't see anything but red once my glimpses opened. I saw my cracked rifle laying beside me. As I lifted it and readied the aim I could see a grueling T-800 Endoskeleton stepping over a bleeding, dead corpse.
"Die ya' lousy tin-can!"
I fired. I missed. It turned to me looking into my eyes, into my soul. For a split second I felt deep fear staring at the nemesis, but it was all irrelevant. I would cast a shadow over my fear and destroy the creature. And I tried. As I stood firing a spit of blue blasts it walked, almost through them. It knocked the rifle from my hand and took me from the neck, lifting me. It's crimson eyes looked into mine and I feared it, my shadow would not grow to cover my fear, for it was night, there was no hope. It lifted me higher and then threw me against a wall, I fell into the trap of darkness and slept, for tonight's battle would not end here.
"Hot dang, another empty night."
I sounded bored. I was bored. We were supposedly in a "safe" zone, a rural area where Tech-Com forces managed to set up a well-placed defense. Or so we thought. As I put my binoculars on the ledge I heard it. A loud screech, I looked down at the scattering soldiers beneath my "protection". I was supposed to protect the people near the camp entrance since I was posted on one of the watch-towers. The fact of the matter is however being a watchman atop a great, rusty pillar was more hazardous than pissing on an Endo's leg. As the men beneath me scattered I once again lifted the binoculars. Through the scope I could see an Aerial HK coming over Melany Hill.
"What the hell is wrong with them?! Can't those damned engineers even warn us when a stray bandit is comin' into my air space? MY AIRSPACE?"
As I zoomed closer to the station with the device I noticed a body hanging over the railing and a plume of smoke. Before I knew it, it collapsed, a wave of smoke barreling down the hill with no restraint toward us. Another screech came, and another.and another. I picked up my rifle and let the binoculars fall below me. I quickly fired off three snap shots at the Aerial HK. I noted the small sparks I could barley see but more seemed to materialize right in front of me.
"Machines! Coming straight fer' us!"
The people under me scrambled and I could see whole serpents and lines of neon blue fire spraying into the heavens, upwards at the HKs. I heard a smash. then a scream and a shriek as I tumbled over the ledge of the tower and plummeted, the world span and my senses embraced darkness. I couldn't see anything but red once my glimpses opened. I saw my cracked rifle laying beside me. As I lifted it and readied the aim I could see a grueling T-800 Endoskeleton stepping over a bleeding, dead corpse.
"Die ya' lousy tin-can!"
I fired. I missed. It turned to me looking into my eyes, into my soul. For a split second I felt deep fear staring at the nemesis, but it was all irrelevant. I would cast a shadow over my fear and destroy the creature. And I tried. As I stood firing a spit of blue blasts it walked, almost through them. It knocked the rifle from my hand and took me from the neck, lifting me. It's crimson eyes looked into mine and I feared it, my shadow would not grow to cover my fear, for it was night, there was no hope. It lifted me higher and then threw me against a wall, I fell into the trap of darkness and slept, for tonight's battle would not end here.