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It was a slow day for Richard Storm. He'd been on perimeter duty for nearly six hours now. And the rain helped his visibility as much as his partner's incessant rambling helped his sanity. As much as he loved his siege tank, he couldn't stand the moron he had to share it with. Lucas Finch was fresh out of the academy and was a real pain in the neck.
"Man, when I get my hands on them monsters, they'll wish they never came to this here place I'll tell you what. Yessir, I'd beat 'em up so good they never come back here I say." he continued with his long-drawn Southern accent. On and on and on. Nonstop. For the entire six hours. Oftentimes, Richard wondered how his partner's tiny brain could possibly keep up with that mouth.
"I gotta get outta here," Storm mumbled as he lit up a cigarette.
"Hey now, don't you light that cancer-causin' piece-a-crap in here! Did you know that tobacco causes all kinds of nasty stuff in your body? There's emphysema and cancer and."
"Oh, shove it already!" Richard was a large man, even by military standards. Six foot seven at a whopping 280 pounds, he was a foul mouth with a foul temper and today he was in an even fouler mood.
"Alright, I see what this is. You just smoke up, I'm cool too you know. Why the stuff I did in school, wow! You really had to have been there, yeah."
"Oh boy," Storm murmured as he drifted off to sleep.
BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP! Storm sat straight up - and banged his head on the radar equipment.
"Damn." he groaned, and then saw what was on the radar screen.
"DAMN!" he bellowed. About 50 to 60 little white blips were approaching his position. Quickly, he jammed down the speaker button and shouted, "This is Lieutenant Richard Storm. We got a size 5 squad of 'lings coming in at one o' clock. Requesting permission to fire."
"Fire at will, Lieutenant," came the response.
Storm looked at his partner. The rookie was listening to a headset.
"What the hell are you doing, Finch?!" roared Storm, "Arm the cannon, asshole!"
"Done, big guy," the rookie said slyly, "Let's go round up some zerglings! Yee-HAH! Today is a good day to whup-ASS! Yessir! Damn, there sure is a bunch of 'em, though."
"No shit, Sherlock," spat Richard, "Now get ready, I got some freaks to fry."
And so they came. They were everywhere. Storm could see them approaching in the distance.
"Almost in range." he murmured, "Almost. steady. FIRE!!!!"
SHOOM!!!! Down went about two zerglings.
"Dammit, they've evolved!" Storm jammed the speaker again and roared, "Need some back-up, Commander!"
"Reinforcements are on the way, Lieutenant," came the response, "Try to hold up, OK?"
"Alright, just get someone down here quick!"
SHOOM!!!! Another two zerglings down. By this time, they'd just about reached the tank. They were atrocious, repulsive beasts with a lust for blood. Armed with plates of bone and monstrous scythe-like claws at their disposal, they were savagely efficient killing machines. As the horde of monsters descended upon the outpost, Storm slowly realized that this was a battle that could not be won.
It was a slow day for Richard Storm. He'd been on perimeter duty for nearly six hours now. And the rain helped his visibility as much as his partner's incessant rambling helped his sanity. As much as he loved his siege tank, he couldn't stand the moron he had to share it with. Lucas Finch was fresh out of the academy and was a real pain in the neck.
"Man, when I get my hands on them monsters, they'll wish they never came to this here place I'll tell you what. Yessir, I'd beat 'em up so good they never come back here I say." he continued with his long-drawn Southern accent. On and on and on. Nonstop. For the entire six hours. Oftentimes, Richard wondered how his partner's tiny brain could possibly keep up with that mouth.
"I gotta get outta here," Storm mumbled as he lit up a cigarette.
"Hey now, don't you light that cancer-causin' piece-a-crap in here! Did you know that tobacco causes all kinds of nasty stuff in your body? There's emphysema and cancer and."
"Oh, shove it already!" Richard was a large man, even by military standards. Six foot seven at a whopping 280 pounds, he was a foul mouth with a foul temper and today he was in an even fouler mood.
"Alright, I see what this is. You just smoke up, I'm cool too you know. Why the stuff I did in school, wow! You really had to have been there, yeah."
"Oh boy," Storm murmured as he drifted off to sleep.
BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP! Storm sat straight up - and banged his head on the radar equipment.
"Damn." he groaned, and then saw what was on the radar screen.
"DAMN!" he bellowed. About 50 to 60 little white blips were approaching his position. Quickly, he jammed down the speaker button and shouted, "This is Lieutenant Richard Storm. We got a size 5 squad of 'lings coming in at one o' clock. Requesting permission to fire."
"Fire at will, Lieutenant," came the response.
Storm looked at his partner. The rookie was listening to a headset.
"What the hell are you doing, Finch?!" roared Storm, "Arm the cannon, asshole!"
"Done, big guy," the rookie said slyly, "Let's go round up some zerglings! Yee-HAH! Today is a good day to whup-ASS! Yessir! Damn, there sure is a bunch of 'em, though."
"No shit, Sherlock," spat Richard, "Now get ready, I got some freaks to fry."
And so they came. They were everywhere. Storm could see them approaching in the distance.
"Almost in range." he murmured, "Almost. steady. FIRE!!!!"
SHOOM!!!! Down went about two zerglings.
"Dammit, they've evolved!" Storm jammed the speaker again and roared, "Need some back-up, Commander!"
"Reinforcements are on the way, Lieutenant," came the response, "Try to hold up, OK?"
"Alright, just get someone down here quick!"
SHOOM!!!! Another two zerglings down. By this time, they'd just about reached the tank. They were atrocious, repulsive beasts with a lust for blood. Armed with plates of bone and monstrous scythe-like claws at their disposal, they were savagely efficient killing machines. As the horde of monsters descended upon the outpost, Storm slowly realized that this was a battle that could not be won.