So far we're at chapter 3: Reviews: 3. Well, its kind of a weird story. And it just got weirder.
Drop ship wolfnine:
We've had to slow down sir. Said Chajh (ch-a-g-hi) a gruff looking mercenary who was one of they're lances.
Why? Asked the commander. He was already in a bad mood, and wanted to land soon, the solar flares this close to a star were extremely dangerous.
I have reports of hundreds of satellites orbiting the planet.
I don't see any moons.
No, electronic satellites, broadcasting equipment, that sort of thing. Said Chajh.
Plow thorough them.
What?
You heard me: Plow through them!
But…-Yessir. He said nodding.
His other lance: Norko came up and said the landing coordinates were set. The ship would fly it self down by itself.
Normally, a new planet would be considered highly dangerous, but one with broadcasting equipment orbiting it couldn't be that bad. He flicked off the weapons systems, as they used up valuable fuel. And went to get the teams ready.
Suddenly the ships alarm went off. Someone was firing on them! The commander looked toward the windshield. Two huge missiles were coming at them. He dove to the controls. And tried to turn on their weapons.
But he was to late. The ship shook as nuclear explosions rocked it.
The sound of metal ripping filled the ship. The commander closed his eyes and waited, this is he thought, the end.
A minute later, he was still sitting there. In the same stance. He opened his eyes. The ship was all right! But what was that sound then- the answer was floating past them in space. The commander looked over the windshield; there were the fuel tanks.
He watched in horror as they smashed into a near by satellite and exploded.
For a moment he thought that the explosion was going to destroy the ship, but it just washed over them.
It was that moment that the commander realized they were entering the atmosphere.
B-52h bomber:
We're getting out of here! Muldoon yelled. The plane tore down the runway.
A jumbo jet pulled out in front of them.
HOLY #$! Ian yelled.
#$, HANG ON! Muldoon didn't turn around as he said this.
Alan Grant turned around to see a customs officer with sub machine gun run out on to the airstrip behind them.
CHING! CHING! CHING! CHING!
The B-52h was about 2 meters from the tail of the jet. Muldoon pulled the steering wheel back as far as he could, and was relived to feel the plane leave the ground.
His relief was immediately countered by the approaching cruise missile.
He had just reached 1000 feet, when he shoved the steering wheel in, and went into a dive.
The missile followed.
Suddenly the airstrip bellow gave way to the Pacific Ocean (it was a long air strip). Muldoon continued their decent.
Are you crazy! Grant yelled. You'll kill us before we reach the island!
The roar of the planes twin engines made it almost impossible to hear. And the roar of the cruise missile made it even harder to.
Muldoon pulled up with seconds to spare; the missile hit the water with a splash.
Glad that's over. Malcolm said.
The missile came ripping out of the water with another splash.
#$! Muldoon screamed
Malcolm ran back to the other end of the plane.
What're you doing! Grant yelled.
I Know I put a machine gun back here somewhere! Malcolm yelled. He grabbed a box encased in Styrofoam.
Give me that! Grant yelled; he grabbed the box and ripped it open. He pulled out the gun, and loaded it. He was reaching out to open a window when Malcolm grabbed his hand.
We're too high up! We'll loose cabin pressure! I'll get Robert (Muldoon's first name) too fly lower.
Grant stared out the window. The missile was gaining ground, I mean, air.
Hurry!
30 seconds later Grant felt the plane descend. He looked out the window, they were about 5 meters above the water. He ripped the window open and opened fire on the missile. After about 5 shots the thing exploded, ripping the machine gun out of Grants hands, and causing it to sink into the ocean.
Thank God. Grant panted.
Don't thank him yet, said Malcolm from behind him.
About an hour later, they reached the island, they flew around it a few times, and finally figured out exactly where and when they would drop the bomb.
They headed in that exact course, ready to perform their tasks.
Muldoon stared at the radar.
What the hell?
There was a blip about twice the size of the b-52h coming down from their forward upper left. The radar said it would hit them in ten seconds. AND THERE WAS NOTHING HE COULD DO ABOUT IT. He looked slowly up, mouth hanging open, eyes wide. Malcolm looked up from the co-pilot seat.
Oh #$!
Out of the clouds materialized a huge, egg shaped something.
It came flying towards them, on a direct course for the island, and their left wing.
#$. Said Muldoon quietly.
The plane turned over in mid air.
Eject! Muldoon screamed. Before ripping the ejection cord on his seat.
Very suspenseful eh?
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(I pat him on the head.)
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