Intermission
A/N: Short, but it's helping me get into the creative flow after my summer break. Plus I love the last few sentences.
It is 1135 on the second day of fighting; the sun is climbing almost to the apex of its arc. Shadows become almost non-existent, the heat becomes almost unbearable. Metal turns to scorching temperatures and the world is bright and hot. The smell of cooking flesh fills the air, and for the first time in days, the air is still, the distant thumping and popping of battle is absent for now. Both sides take advantage of the pause, bringing reinforcements, reorganizing their units. The CAB's, mostly dropped on the southern ring of combat bases, reform and dig into the small forts for the coming assault. Only one battalion, the 1st of the 9th, chopped up and out of contact, is still in the field, retreating slowly south, dragging their dead and wounded with them. They are aware of the menace moving from the north, but are unwilling to leave their wounded.
Two Zerg main force Broods sweep south, towards the strip and the small isolated combat bases. There are nearly 1 million Zerg in this force. Their way cleared by the Kulkullan assault brood, they are an unstoppable wave of living, breathing evil. Their goal is the city of New Charleston, a major settlement of two million people. If they reach it, the Zerg will kill them all.
The two sides pull themselves together for the final effort. The fate of the planet will be decided in the coming battles. They are locked in a death duel with each other; neither side will achieve victory until the other is wiped out to the last.
As on countless worlds before, between the colonists and the Zerg, there is nothing but a small group of marines. Tired, undersupplied and outnumbered. A thin line of heroes...
A/N: Short, but it's helping me get into the creative flow after my summer break. Plus I love the last few sentences.
It is 1135 on the second day of fighting; the sun is climbing almost to the apex of its arc. Shadows become almost non-existent, the heat becomes almost unbearable. Metal turns to scorching temperatures and the world is bright and hot. The smell of cooking flesh fills the air, and for the first time in days, the air is still, the distant thumping and popping of battle is absent for now. Both sides take advantage of the pause, bringing reinforcements, reorganizing their units. The CAB's, mostly dropped on the southern ring of combat bases, reform and dig into the small forts for the coming assault. Only one battalion, the 1st of the 9th, chopped up and out of contact, is still in the field, retreating slowly south, dragging their dead and wounded with them. They are aware of the menace moving from the north, but are unwilling to leave their wounded.
Two Zerg main force Broods sweep south, towards the strip and the small isolated combat bases. There are nearly 1 million Zerg in this force. Their way cleared by the Kulkullan assault brood, they are an unstoppable wave of living, breathing evil. Their goal is the city of New Charleston, a major settlement of two million people. If they reach it, the Zerg will kill them all.
The two sides pull themselves together for the final effort. The fate of the planet will be decided in the coming battles. They are locked in a death duel with each other; neither side will achieve victory until the other is wiped out to the last.
As on countless worlds before, between the colonists and the Zerg, there is nothing but a small group of marines. Tired, undersupplied and outnumbered. A thin line of heroes...