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The Last Seven
This is my remade version of the original, I changed a character. Please R&R.
It was a cloudy day on the road to Landown, and Captain Miller was worrying about razorhail. If it did come, they would go hide in the derrick, but he would rather not. The exstranded driving it wasn't to keen to the idea of driving gears on a dangerous journey. He looked at his XO, in his opinion the heart of Charlie Team, Lieutenant Alice Smith. She was staring into space, and they only way to tell her race was the space between her helmet and her body armor. The only thing different about her was the computer satchel on her back. He missed seeing her ponytail, but she always followed regulations, which is something he couldn't say about private Tony Harrison, the sniper of the squad. You could barely see him he was so thin, and it was a wonder that he could withstand the kick of a Longshot, but he was better at annoying Alice. He always flirted with her, making it hard for her to concentrate on her computer.
The sergeant Benjamin Hawkins walked up to him, his shotgun still in his hand. "Capt. what is our E.T.A on the drop sight, the team is losing morale?" He asked. "Three hours from now. Tell the team that will be missing this moment when we get to the action." Miller replied, pulling out his lancer to oil the chain-saw on it. The entire squad had lancers expect for Hawkins and Harrison, who were specialists with their weapons. Actually, the only person on the team with the rank specialist was Zane Foxx, the master of demolition. He was sitting by Corporal Sarah Yang, trying to get her to speak. The ironic thing was that she was the communication specialist, yet she never talked. The only person she would talk to was Zane because he was the only one without a helmet, because he had to wear goggles, and so she was able to see his face. Miller didn't understand why, but as long as she talked when needed he was okay with it. The last person of the group was Harry Wallis, the rookie. He had no special talent, just green, but after this Miller hoped that that would change. Miller was awoken from his thoughts by Zane.
"Sir, I can see Landown from here, we should be getting rea-." He tried to say, but was stopped by the explosion of the Derrick they were on.
Act 1
Chapter 1: The Initial Push
Miller woke up to the sound of yelling. He pulled his hands to his face, hoping to protect it. He was thrown to the ground by a grunt, who smiled at him with his yellow fangs and put the Gnasher toward Miller's face. Preparing for the final blow, when Hawkins, came from behind and blew the brains out of him, guts splattering the ground, as Miller looked around, he saw that his squad had taken care of the rest of the locust, and that the cause of the derrick's destruction were tickers.
"Sir, we need to keep moving to Landown, no casualties, expect for the Derrick driver. The entire ammo supply is on our backs. " He yelled pushing the lancer into Miller's arms. The squad came together, getting into formation, and started to move toward Landown.
"Captain, what are we going to do? Our derrick is destroyed, and that means no grindlifts." Alice asked, cleaning her chainsaw from the guts that were covering it.
"We do what we always do, make do with what we got. We will find another derrick, board it, and use it's extra grindlifts to get to the Hollow." He answered, then the squad went silent, making it erie on the road to Landown. It was uneventful, no locust patrols, Miller guessed that the derricks and cyclopes before them took them out. He was glad, because they needed to conserve as much ammo as possible. It seemed as though it took hours, but they finally made it to Landown. When they got to the Drill Zone, there was only one derrick left, and it had two people fighting on it. One was a human, who looked like a conscript, and the other one was the ugliest Locust he had ever seen, but holding the deadliest weapon as well. It was a double chain saw, and this exstranded didn't have a chance.
"Charge Charlie Team, help that conscript!" Miller yelled, and then the firing began, but before the first shot hit the Locust, he dodged, and dropped into a grindlift hole, escaping their grasp. They walked up to the conscript, but he was the first to speak.
"Why hello gents, how may I help ya'll today?" He asked in a heavy country accent. " My name is Dizzy, and this is Betty." He said, patting his derrick on the side. He looked back at the team, awaiting an answer.
"I am Captain Miller, and we need to get down into the Hollow. Do you have any extra grindlifts left? Miller asked, eyeing the exstranded. Miller never trusted stranded, they hated the COG.
"Sure I have four left, that should be enough for your squad to get down into the Hollow." Dizzy said, and started climbing up his rig. The squad followed, and started getting into postition.
"Alice and Tony, get into grindlift one, Zane and Sarah, get into grindlift two, me and the rook will go into grindlift three, and Hawkins has the fourth." He ordered, but Alice had other ideas, and made sure that they were heard.
"Why do I have to be with Tony, because we are both black, all he is going to do is flirt with me, and it gets annoying, I'll go with Sarah, she is quiet, the way I like it." She said, pushing Zane out of the way.
"Sure, be my guest, if you want to get vomit on you. Don't you remember what happened last time Sarah took a grindlift? I had to get new armor, and my gun still has that shit on it." He said, walking over to Tony. Tony didn't look to upset, putting his rifle into it's socket in the grindlift, but something told Zane that he was hiding his feeling of loss of annoying Sarah.
"No, we were assigned partners when we got on this mission by command, and we will stick to that schedule, now move out. Get into your regular formations, the derrick driver will punch in coordinates, and we will be on our way." Miller ordered. Alice walked up to her grindlift and quietly got in, putting her lancer in into the socket. When everyone was ready, Miller got in with Wallis. This will be the first time the rookie has gotten into the grindlift, I hope he doesn't end up like Sarah. He thought
"Sir, will I be okay, this will be my first time, and I hope that I don't end up like Sarah, boy that would be embarrassing. You know this reminds me of a time with my brothers, we were-." He prattled on about, but was shushed by Miller before he could go into one of his infamous family stories. Miller then put all the ammo into their grindlift and gave the driver the signal to let it begin. Before Miller knew it, they were being launched into the ground, hundreds of feet per second. It was shaky, and the ammo was flying everywhere, soon it became hard to not get queasy.
"Sir, are you sure it was safe to not strap the ammo in first befor-" The rookie complained before a big piece of lancer ammo knocked him unconscious.
"Damn it rookie." Miller whispered, knowing that it might take forever to wake him up, but the good part was that he was quiet. It continued for about five minutes then they finally touched down into the Hollow. He door opened, and Miller dragged the rookie out of the grindlift, and started slapping him to wake him up. It wasn't long before the other came, except for Sarah and Zane, they never came down.
"Sir, were could they be, they couldn't have gone off course." Alice said, and suddenly their tac/com communicators went off, and they heard Zane's screams.
"Captain Miller, we went off course, Sarah was captured. I am going after her, meet you at the next encampment. Zane out." Then it ended.
"Sir, what should we do, we can't be leaving our comrades to die like that, it ain't right." Tony yelled.
"We aren't leaving them, we are going after them." Miller said, and slung his rifle across his back.