CHAOS PAINTED GREY
Prologue
"My name's David, that's all you need to know, I think the word David should sink into at least a few people's minds here at the confederacy! Oh. you're not military personnel. ok then, I guess I could tell you a story about my service. Well as you've probably guessed I'm telling a story about how me, one little sergeant in this god forsaken galaxy made a difference here. Well. it was a fairly long time ago, for I am 83 years old. kinda. But enough talk, let's get on with the story."
It all started when I got out of high school. I was a typical kid, well not that typical, I was. kind of an out cast. I was that guy you know exists but you don't really know him that well, he's just that guy. Well let me tell you that was all about to change! The year ( or as the confederacy calls a star date) was 9,130. and the date, well that's not important. I was never really a very. tough-guy, so I didn't really think I would do too well in the marine corps (even though I was wrong ) after graduation. And when I did graduate. even though I was smart in school. I wasn't too smart out of school! I was quite knowledgeable but. I didn't go to college. one of the many, many things I regret, as do my parents.
So instead, I went off to the military defence corps. mobile artillery. tanks ok, that should be something you can understand. Within a few years another colleague graduate of mine, joined up in the Marine Corps. Tall Kinsen. a jock that excelled in the game of pound ball (an advanced form of football, you basically have to carry a magnetic metal ball, and, well you have to hit the opponents with it, not my typical choice of sport)! Anyways. he beet my ass up 1 year into the service because I got a higher rating of improvement then he did and I gloated about it. Hey. I said he was a colleague, I never said he was a friend! He joined the marines and whipped my ass on the floor with threats and lies that drove me to an even greater insanity then that of the confederacy's resoc tanks! But that all stopped when I got to a higher rank then him. and believe me, I got back at him! Well anyways. let's get on with the story! Here we go!"
I Justice with a boom!
He could smell his palms sweat with bullets of fear! He could smell everyone's, him and his 3 companions with him, inside the tiny cockpit! One on the online Navcom systems, one on the driver's seat, one in the loading and repair, and David, taking the gun!
"110 yards!" screamed out one of his companions in fear and hate, for he knew what fate lay ahead of him!
David didn't know his name, just that he was a companion, they drop you like flies out of those dam drop ships! They drop you at a barracks or factory so fast, you don't have time to get to know anyone! The one thing he knew was that Tall. yes, Tall Kinsen was in one of the bunkers at the bottom north side of the base that he was defending. The same side David was on. the same side. everyone was on! He could see his bunker through one of the rusty old scopes at the top of the tank, the 7 inch thick hull, of reinforced steel that could stop any bullet round from a gauss rifle. or any plasma canister of flame from a firebat's plasma flame gun. The marine inside was so disoriented. he was having delusions and crazy images from the brain inside his thick skull. like the hull of the bunker it's self, bleeding with sweet and tears.
"80 yards!" yelled the navigator again, who's face was turning red with raw fear.
The man in the driver's seat turned around and started talking to everyone, his voice rippling with hatred and fear for his life, he had long wispy hair and somewhat of a goatee . it seems like talking makes you feel better, or makes the situation seam not so awkward.
"Man this high rise is better than those so unfortunate marines in the bunkers below eh. heheh h." explained the marine in a strangely joyful mood as he was cut off by the navigator.
"Shut up, shut up, just shut u." the navigator seamed angry, vary angry, David didn't blame him, they were all going insane, as well as David, for he was the one who cut him off!
Hold it together. can't you see. you're going crazy. just calm down, remember you're training, and you'll get through, come on, we're all about the same rank here, we're better than this" explained David, pleased with the silence that followed shortly after!
They all looked down in shame, then turned back to what they were supposed to be doing, as a strange eerie silence filled the cockpit and surrounded the crew's already screwed up minds!
Suddenly, with out any warning. they could here voices. No, not voices inside their heads, voices outside the cockpit, surround their heads. It was the marines, they were firing and yelling madly with fear! Their were no words just expressions. expressions of fear. expressions of anger. expressions of surprise. David looked back through the visor and saw them, the dark figures lurking towards the marines as the Navigator screamed out "50 yards. and their blowin em' to hell" and went back to busily calculating the coordinates for the home base. It was the mines, they were detonating, and they were detonating with huge enthusiasm, the explosions were enormous!
The artillery gunners were filled with raw fright. but not as much as the now armed and shooting marines on the ground, they were filled with the most fear, for they had a vary dangerous and important job to do. HOLD THE LINES! The gunners were awaiting their orders impatiently, and the marines were getting closer to the face of death. David knew that nothing, well, almost nothing, could get past his armoured hell hound of death that he was in, as David was preparing his mental state for the hell that would unfold in front of his eyes sooner than he thought it would! He looked down in pity at the civilians below him, running around like hamsters in a maze looking for the nearest piece of cheese. but in this situation, it was the nearest ship out of here! They would never return to this place. not with the same amount of dignity or respect, reassurance. and above all, safety!
Alright people. lets get those weapons ready! Came a voice over the com unit with in the tanks hull. David had short brown hair, clean shaven and hazel eyes that burned into the hearts of any man, leaving a mark. He was ready. ready as he'd ever be, for if they didn't get moving quick he would probably go insane!
Steady. open fire! Yelled the invisible man over the com unit, even his voice was shaking.
It could be referred to as a sonic boom, air pressure tanks blasting off into the already crowded air waves, as 20 tanks all lined up on the platform of the confederates steel fortress, transformed into long barrels of death, all pointed outward towards the blackened sky and dank orange coloured dirt ground. David was still looking through the rusty hole of a scope in the top of the tanks hull, he could only hear screeches and scratches forming outside his steel womb. Then, only a few moments after, he could make out the sound of metal shells being loaded into the chambers of the huge guns. And following, he could make out the ear splitting sounds of the massive artillery shell screaming through the air and back down, slamming into a huge fiery ball of doom. Nothing within the range of one of them could escape.
But these weapons were not aimed at humans. no, they were aimed at something much more terrible, they were aimed at what the confederates had been fighting off these past years. The crazed, bloodthirsty, enigmatic, ZERG! And they were coming quickly, like a carpet lathering the earth with their stench, as if they were all headed towards David himself, he felt like a caged animal. no way out, no way back in. Their was nothing he could do, he was one man, one lone scared man. David could small the fear trickling, seeping out of his comrades' faces. There were no options left for him but to retaliate. And so he did, as the demons were now closer then ever. Shots could be heard, gun barrels firing of into the distance, the smell of the dank room was so immense, for everyone was sweating bullets, and everyone was fearing for their lives. David looked out the rusty hole to see carapaces flying everywhere. organs and body parts getting flown this way and that, screams and ear piercing screeches filled the air to add to the already gut wrenching sound. All David could think about was how to get out. They were coming even closer now, like a tidal wave, long burst of infantry rounds were being shot off into the carpet of hellions. making each beasts twitch and jolt with every blast. It took 2 to 5 to 10 shots before the beasts fell to their deaths. Hundreds of zerg did that until hundreds more stepped up in their place! The blasts from the bunkers blinded many below, and the blasts from the tanks were even more unpleasant, as the tanks jolted back with every shot fired into the air. The fortress covered a lot of ground, and they had a lot of ground to defend, barracks and different military building surrounded the outer parts of the city, but inside the protective buildings were an array of laid out homesteads and farms. Each artillery round was 4 times the size of a football and weighed as much as a few full grown dogs.
We need air support yelled an invisible voice over the speakers of the com system, as David peaked through his scope once again, only this time to see a massive line, only 10 yards away from the frightened marines, surrounded them in a huge huddle. Many of the beasts were starting to jump out of their lines and burry their way through the hulls of the bunkers, squirming through the bubble dome and destroying anything inside. The sound of poison tipped hydralisk needles, bolting on to the hulls of the mile long line of the bunkers and tanks began to ring in his ears, becoming very repetitive, his will power was lowering with each jolt, some even reaching as far through their hulls as to be seen from inside. Screams and altered sounds could be heard over the com system from frightened marines being cut into pieces, David could already tell that no one would be left alive down there.
"Jesus. God help us all" he whispered to himself as more and more screams were being heard over the units.
David looked back to see his frantic crew scurrying around the floor of the tank, trying to find something useful to do, as fear overwhelmed common sense. David suddenly went blank, he couldn't hear anything, he could realize what was happening, he couldn't remember anything, nothing could be described with the definition of good, instead everything turned black. David left his seat as his screaming companions yelled at him to come back and not leave his post, but they were too pre-occupied to busy themselves with his affairs. He opened the cockpit hatch with a screech as metal grinded against metal. He lifted his head to find a huge sea of the beasts clashing with his friends below, blood fusing with metal on a buffet table of death. Each volley of rounds smashing into one line of zerg after the next, bodies being harvested by the screaming, slashing dogs of hell. Though he could not hear them, he was still delusional. The screaming demons lunged into the air towards the frightened military, as they each struggled for supremacy.
Finally, the confederates brought out the big guns. A wave of fire bats came from the main doors of the fortress to clash with the oncoming foes, huge fireballs hugged the deformed bodies of the zerg in immense heat that scorched and burned their faces ( if you could call them faces ). Although it was a bold move for the confederate strategists, their wits fell to their ignorance as several different plasma tanks exploded in unison with one another, it seemed all hope was lost. David's senses were coming back to him, he could now make out another wave of enemies almost 200 yards away from his location, as a huge cloud of dust erupted under there feet! David was fully out of his delusion, and heard a scream from one of his fellow marines.
"GET DOWN" he heard a man scream at him from below the high rise. and from the corner of his eye, he could make out a muscular, dog shaped beast, with claws shaped like that of a crescent moon, lunging at his shaking body. David ducked, nearly smashing his head on the steel plating of the machine. The beast flew over his head in one semi circular leap, it's head was shot clean off from the marine that gave David his life saving warning, he was standing at least 20 feet down the fortress wall. 5 rounds flew into the air, only to meat up with the head of the now twitching zerg body that lay, lifeless and bloody on the dusty earth. The young marine saluted at his senior officer as David replied in a hushed thank you. He watched the marine run off towards the heat of the battle only to be meat by a small zergling flying through his torso and onward to more helpless prey. Blood spewed from the lifeless corpse making a pool for the marine to lay in. And at that point, David went ballistic, he cracked and literally flew out of his armoured hell hound and straight down the nearest flight of stairs as spikes and beasts went flying past his head in a raged furry. He departed from the stairs and straight into sea of frightened civilians, he couldn't see anything on the ground he stood on as he pushed his way through the crowd, it seemed almost as if he was pushing a huge metal crate, they were all so crammed between the not so protective walls that it was hard to even lift a finger. He ran as hard as his body could move to the nearest ship until he suddenly heard a screech and a blast of air as David looked in fear and hopelessness at the drop ship lifting off into the atmosphere and out of David's sight.
David pressed on, not to let his hopes fall to zero, he looked around and found a fresh drop ship land gently on the ground only a few yards away from him. He decided to go for the new one for all the other were so crammed full of innocents. He looked up to see a ship take off into the sky, men and women still hanging on to anything they could as they were lifted from the ground only soon to fall to their deaths shortly after. He looked back to find a force of zerg leaping over the walls, devouring the nearest civilians. According to David, those victims were his shield because as long as it wasn't him getting eaten, everything was perfectly fine. He turned to find a young women cringing in the corners of the civilian army. She was screaming at her little brother who had been separated from her by the crowd of frightened people. She yelled out his name which David could not make out.
David had almost reached the platform of the ship and almost swam towards 5 marines trying to push innocents back towards to sea of people. The zergs were starting to get closer and closer, and the marines kept fighting them back. He reached the foot of the platform, sometimes have to punch and push people out of the way simply to say a word to the soldiers. He flashed a confederacy citizenship pass to one of the marines who had a scar ripped down the side of his face. A broad moustache could be made out below his large nose. He nodded to a much younger looking soldier and they let him by to make his way up the ramp.
David left the army of retaliating civilians, stumbling as he left, it felt as if a megaton weight had been lifted off his back for he had finally left the angry mob. He reached the top of the metal ramp as he met up with two others who checked him quickly. David could smell that these men had probably not had shower in over a week, and he could see the dirt falling from their faces. They let him inside as David took one last glance at the innocent people below him, he could here the marines below, their bionic, enhance arms screeching as they tried to push people back away from the ship saying "women and children first, women and children". But unfortunately, they could not fend off the oncoming army of civilians.
Prologue
"My name's David, that's all you need to know, I think the word David should sink into at least a few people's minds here at the confederacy! Oh. you're not military personnel. ok then, I guess I could tell you a story about my service. Well as you've probably guessed I'm telling a story about how me, one little sergeant in this god forsaken galaxy made a difference here. Well. it was a fairly long time ago, for I am 83 years old. kinda. But enough talk, let's get on with the story."
It all started when I got out of high school. I was a typical kid, well not that typical, I was. kind of an out cast. I was that guy you know exists but you don't really know him that well, he's just that guy. Well let me tell you that was all about to change! The year ( or as the confederacy calls a star date) was 9,130. and the date, well that's not important. I was never really a very. tough-guy, so I didn't really think I would do too well in the marine corps (even though I was wrong ) after graduation. And when I did graduate. even though I was smart in school. I wasn't too smart out of school! I was quite knowledgeable but. I didn't go to college. one of the many, many things I regret, as do my parents.
So instead, I went off to the military defence corps. mobile artillery. tanks ok, that should be something you can understand. Within a few years another colleague graduate of mine, joined up in the Marine Corps. Tall Kinsen. a jock that excelled in the game of pound ball (an advanced form of football, you basically have to carry a magnetic metal ball, and, well you have to hit the opponents with it, not my typical choice of sport)! Anyways. he beet my ass up 1 year into the service because I got a higher rating of improvement then he did and I gloated about it. Hey. I said he was a colleague, I never said he was a friend! He joined the marines and whipped my ass on the floor with threats and lies that drove me to an even greater insanity then that of the confederacy's resoc tanks! But that all stopped when I got to a higher rank then him. and believe me, I got back at him! Well anyways. let's get on with the story! Here we go!"
I Justice with a boom!
He could smell his palms sweat with bullets of fear! He could smell everyone's, him and his 3 companions with him, inside the tiny cockpit! One on the online Navcom systems, one on the driver's seat, one in the loading and repair, and David, taking the gun!
"110 yards!" screamed out one of his companions in fear and hate, for he knew what fate lay ahead of him!
David didn't know his name, just that he was a companion, they drop you like flies out of those dam drop ships! They drop you at a barracks or factory so fast, you don't have time to get to know anyone! The one thing he knew was that Tall. yes, Tall Kinsen was in one of the bunkers at the bottom north side of the base that he was defending. The same side David was on. the same side. everyone was on! He could see his bunker through one of the rusty old scopes at the top of the tank, the 7 inch thick hull, of reinforced steel that could stop any bullet round from a gauss rifle. or any plasma canister of flame from a firebat's plasma flame gun. The marine inside was so disoriented. he was having delusions and crazy images from the brain inside his thick skull. like the hull of the bunker it's self, bleeding with sweet and tears.
"80 yards!" yelled the navigator again, who's face was turning red with raw fear.
The man in the driver's seat turned around and started talking to everyone, his voice rippling with hatred and fear for his life, he had long wispy hair and somewhat of a goatee . it seems like talking makes you feel better, or makes the situation seam not so awkward.
"Man this high rise is better than those so unfortunate marines in the bunkers below eh. heheh h." explained the marine in a strangely joyful mood as he was cut off by the navigator.
"Shut up, shut up, just shut u." the navigator seamed angry, vary angry, David didn't blame him, they were all going insane, as well as David, for he was the one who cut him off!
Hold it together. can't you see. you're going crazy. just calm down, remember you're training, and you'll get through, come on, we're all about the same rank here, we're better than this" explained David, pleased with the silence that followed shortly after!
They all looked down in shame, then turned back to what they were supposed to be doing, as a strange eerie silence filled the cockpit and surrounded the crew's already screwed up minds!
Suddenly, with out any warning. they could here voices. No, not voices inside their heads, voices outside the cockpit, surround their heads. It was the marines, they were firing and yelling madly with fear! Their were no words just expressions. expressions of fear. expressions of anger. expressions of surprise. David looked back through the visor and saw them, the dark figures lurking towards the marines as the Navigator screamed out "50 yards. and their blowin em' to hell" and went back to busily calculating the coordinates for the home base. It was the mines, they were detonating, and they were detonating with huge enthusiasm, the explosions were enormous!
The artillery gunners were filled with raw fright. but not as much as the now armed and shooting marines on the ground, they were filled with the most fear, for they had a vary dangerous and important job to do. HOLD THE LINES! The gunners were awaiting their orders impatiently, and the marines were getting closer to the face of death. David knew that nothing, well, almost nothing, could get past his armoured hell hound of death that he was in, as David was preparing his mental state for the hell that would unfold in front of his eyes sooner than he thought it would! He looked down in pity at the civilians below him, running around like hamsters in a maze looking for the nearest piece of cheese. but in this situation, it was the nearest ship out of here! They would never return to this place. not with the same amount of dignity or respect, reassurance. and above all, safety!
Alright people. lets get those weapons ready! Came a voice over the com unit with in the tanks hull. David had short brown hair, clean shaven and hazel eyes that burned into the hearts of any man, leaving a mark. He was ready. ready as he'd ever be, for if they didn't get moving quick he would probably go insane!
Steady. open fire! Yelled the invisible man over the com unit, even his voice was shaking.
It could be referred to as a sonic boom, air pressure tanks blasting off into the already crowded air waves, as 20 tanks all lined up on the platform of the confederates steel fortress, transformed into long barrels of death, all pointed outward towards the blackened sky and dank orange coloured dirt ground. David was still looking through the rusty hole of a scope in the top of the tanks hull, he could only hear screeches and scratches forming outside his steel womb. Then, only a few moments after, he could make out the sound of metal shells being loaded into the chambers of the huge guns. And following, he could make out the ear splitting sounds of the massive artillery shell screaming through the air and back down, slamming into a huge fiery ball of doom. Nothing within the range of one of them could escape.
But these weapons were not aimed at humans. no, they were aimed at something much more terrible, they were aimed at what the confederates had been fighting off these past years. The crazed, bloodthirsty, enigmatic, ZERG! And they were coming quickly, like a carpet lathering the earth with their stench, as if they were all headed towards David himself, he felt like a caged animal. no way out, no way back in. Their was nothing he could do, he was one man, one lone scared man. David could small the fear trickling, seeping out of his comrades' faces. There were no options left for him but to retaliate. And so he did, as the demons were now closer then ever. Shots could be heard, gun barrels firing of into the distance, the smell of the dank room was so immense, for everyone was sweating bullets, and everyone was fearing for their lives. David looked out the rusty hole to see carapaces flying everywhere. organs and body parts getting flown this way and that, screams and ear piercing screeches filled the air to add to the already gut wrenching sound. All David could think about was how to get out. They were coming even closer now, like a tidal wave, long burst of infantry rounds were being shot off into the carpet of hellions. making each beasts twitch and jolt with every blast. It took 2 to 5 to 10 shots before the beasts fell to their deaths. Hundreds of zerg did that until hundreds more stepped up in their place! The blasts from the bunkers blinded many below, and the blasts from the tanks were even more unpleasant, as the tanks jolted back with every shot fired into the air. The fortress covered a lot of ground, and they had a lot of ground to defend, barracks and different military building surrounded the outer parts of the city, but inside the protective buildings were an array of laid out homesteads and farms. Each artillery round was 4 times the size of a football and weighed as much as a few full grown dogs.
We need air support yelled an invisible voice over the speakers of the com system, as David peaked through his scope once again, only this time to see a massive line, only 10 yards away from the frightened marines, surrounded them in a huge huddle. Many of the beasts were starting to jump out of their lines and burry their way through the hulls of the bunkers, squirming through the bubble dome and destroying anything inside. The sound of poison tipped hydralisk needles, bolting on to the hulls of the mile long line of the bunkers and tanks began to ring in his ears, becoming very repetitive, his will power was lowering with each jolt, some even reaching as far through their hulls as to be seen from inside. Screams and altered sounds could be heard over the com system from frightened marines being cut into pieces, David could already tell that no one would be left alive down there.
"Jesus. God help us all" he whispered to himself as more and more screams were being heard over the units.
David looked back to see his frantic crew scurrying around the floor of the tank, trying to find something useful to do, as fear overwhelmed common sense. David suddenly went blank, he couldn't hear anything, he could realize what was happening, he couldn't remember anything, nothing could be described with the definition of good, instead everything turned black. David left his seat as his screaming companions yelled at him to come back and not leave his post, but they were too pre-occupied to busy themselves with his affairs. He opened the cockpit hatch with a screech as metal grinded against metal. He lifted his head to find a huge sea of the beasts clashing with his friends below, blood fusing with metal on a buffet table of death. Each volley of rounds smashing into one line of zerg after the next, bodies being harvested by the screaming, slashing dogs of hell. Though he could not hear them, he was still delusional. The screaming demons lunged into the air towards the frightened military, as they each struggled for supremacy.
Finally, the confederates brought out the big guns. A wave of fire bats came from the main doors of the fortress to clash with the oncoming foes, huge fireballs hugged the deformed bodies of the zerg in immense heat that scorched and burned their faces ( if you could call them faces ). Although it was a bold move for the confederate strategists, their wits fell to their ignorance as several different plasma tanks exploded in unison with one another, it seemed all hope was lost. David's senses were coming back to him, he could now make out another wave of enemies almost 200 yards away from his location, as a huge cloud of dust erupted under there feet! David was fully out of his delusion, and heard a scream from one of his fellow marines.
"GET DOWN" he heard a man scream at him from below the high rise. and from the corner of his eye, he could make out a muscular, dog shaped beast, with claws shaped like that of a crescent moon, lunging at his shaking body. David ducked, nearly smashing his head on the steel plating of the machine. The beast flew over his head in one semi circular leap, it's head was shot clean off from the marine that gave David his life saving warning, he was standing at least 20 feet down the fortress wall. 5 rounds flew into the air, only to meat up with the head of the now twitching zerg body that lay, lifeless and bloody on the dusty earth. The young marine saluted at his senior officer as David replied in a hushed thank you. He watched the marine run off towards the heat of the battle only to be meat by a small zergling flying through his torso and onward to more helpless prey. Blood spewed from the lifeless corpse making a pool for the marine to lay in. And at that point, David went ballistic, he cracked and literally flew out of his armoured hell hound and straight down the nearest flight of stairs as spikes and beasts went flying past his head in a raged furry. He departed from the stairs and straight into sea of frightened civilians, he couldn't see anything on the ground he stood on as he pushed his way through the crowd, it seemed almost as if he was pushing a huge metal crate, they were all so crammed between the not so protective walls that it was hard to even lift a finger. He ran as hard as his body could move to the nearest ship until he suddenly heard a screech and a blast of air as David looked in fear and hopelessness at the drop ship lifting off into the atmosphere and out of David's sight.
David pressed on, not to let his hopes fall to zero, he looked around and found a fresh drop ship land gently on the ground only a few yards away from him. He decided to go for the new one for all the other were so crammed full of innocents. He looked up to see a ship take off into the sky, men and women still hanging on to anything they could as they were lifted from the ground only soon to fall to their deaths shortly after. He looked back to find a force of zerg leaping over the walls, devouring the nearest civilians. According to David, those victims were his shield because as long as it wasn't him getting eaten, everything was perfectly fine. He turned to find a young women cringing in the corners of the civilian army. She was screaming at her little brother who had been separated from her by the crowd of frightened people. She yelled out his name which David could not make out.
David had almost reached the platform of the ship and almost swam towards 5 marines trying to push innocents back towards to sea of people. The zergs were starting to get closer and closer, and the marines kept fighting them back. He reached the foot of the platform, sometimes have to punch and push people out of the way simply to say a word to the soldiers. He flashed a confederacy citizenship pass to one of the marines who had a scar ripped down the side of his face. A broad moustache could be made out below his large nose. He nodded to a much younger looking soldier and they let him by to make his way up the ramp.
David left the army of retaliating civilians, stumbling as he left, it felt as if a megaton weight had been lifted off his back for he had finally left the angry mob. He reached the top of the metal ramp as he met up with two others who checked him quickly. David could smell that these men had probably not had shower in over a week, and he could see the dirt falling from their faces. They let him inside as David took one last glance at the innocent people below him, he could here the marines below, their bionic, enhance arms screeching as they tried to push people back away from the ship saying "women and children first, women and children". But unfortunately, they could not fend off the oncoming army of civilians.