Tom O'Neill, Jet Force Ares copyright Tom O'Neill.
Jet Force Ares
Tom walked down the long, dark corridors of his ship. The alarm lights were flashing, red light lit up the hall. His pace sped up a little, and soon he began to run. He ran down the seemingly endless hallway, until it began to crack at his feet. He stopped. The steel metal cracked, pieces of it chipping away until one of the monsters burst open from it with a scream, and raised its crushers at him.Tom opened his mouth but nothing came out as they closed in around him.
"Ahhhhh!" Tom sat up with a jolt. He was panting heavily, covered in a cold sweat. He put his hands on the ground and was met with the warm feeling of sand. He looked around him. He was on the shore of a lake. Behind him was a forest of what looked like pine trees. Next, he noticed his weapon lying a few feet away from him. He stood up slowly, his back aching from the pain of the fall, and limped over to the gun. He picked it up and strapped it onto his armor. He reached down and slid a combat knife out from his boot. He was lucky to have it. On the brown-tinted grip of the knife, the Jet Force Ares symbol was engraved. It had the letters "JFA", and a Roman soldier riding a chariot. He never really noticed how high quality it was. He shrugged to himself as he held it in his hands. He turned around and looked at the pine tree forest behind. He could hear a few noises coming from the native animals. They seemed to pose no threat. Tom figured he would probably have to search for some abandoned outpost the squad before his had set up. Chances are they were all dead. Tom sighed quietly to himself before he set out into the brush.
Not surprisingly, this forest was like the ones on Earth. The light shone in through the canopies, illuminating Tom's face as the walked through the dense bushes. His feet sunk into the mud. He guessed that it was raining on the planet not too long ago. He pressed forward, bogged down by the wet ground. Suddenly, a rumble shook the ground he was standing on. Tom froze, remaining absolutely quiet. He stood few a few minutes that seemed like hours, the only noise around was his own labored breathing. Then another tremor shook the ground. A group of birds flew up from the trees, squawking and chirping noisily. Tom noticed that these birds had four different wings. Another rumble. They were getting quicker. Then came another, and another. Just then, Tom realized along with getting quicker, they were getting closer.
Tom began to run, but it was too late. A huge beast came flying out of the trees. Tom estimated it was about fifty feet tall. It had a dark brown and faded green color to it. It walked on two legs that had strong thighs. It had four-clawed feet. It had long arms as well, ending with four claws. It's head was in the was very thin and sleek, resembling that of a raptor's, except..."Wait, no," Tom thought to himself, "it's not different. Just one big fucking raptor." The raptor's feet stopped directly in front of him. Tom just stood still.
The raptor sniffed the air in front of it. It seemed to smell something. unusual. It's head turned in Tom's direction, but not directly at him. It continued to sniff, it's nostrils expanding and shrinking again, and then it looked directly at the young soldier.
It growled low and soft, it's top lip flapping up, revealing razor-sheep, yet yellow teeth. It advanced its head a little further, then opened its mouth slightly, this time releasing a louder growl. Until it got pissed, and opened its mouth completely, letting out a shrieking cry, the hot breath crawling down Tom's neck. "Oh, shit," he murmured to himself.
The raptor leaned down, swiftly and silently, to take pick up Tom and just devour him whole. But Tom reacted quicker. He reeled his arm back, then flung the knife. It flew through the air, it's target laid out before it. Then it slammed and dug its way into the raptor's eye, staining its silver blade a dark crimson. The raptor reeled up in horrible agony; its screech filled the air. Using this opportunity, Tom darted into the underbrush. His feet padded along smoothly along the soft dirt ground, making almost no sound. The ground below him began to run. The raptor was chasing him, and was gaining quickly, without a doubt. He kept running, of course. There was no place for him to find, though this didn't stop him from looking around for a cave of some sort to hide in. Suddenly, through the trees, he saw an open field. In this field was a large, wooden fence, set up as a barricade. There were a few sniper towers, and some tents here and there. He had to get inside, and he would be home free. He dove into the clearing. The raptor came out right behind him. He was surprised at how close the beast had actually been. He scrambled up to the structure. The raptor was right behind him now. He thought he wasn't going to make it, until a gunshot, clear as day, rang out through the air. Followed by another, and another. The raptor fell with a resounding thud, letting out a dieing moan. Cautiously, Tom made his way into the base.
Jet Force Ares
Tom walked down the long, dark corridors of his ship. The alarm lights were flashing, red light lit up the hall. His pace sped up a little, and soon he began to run. He ran down the seemingly endless hallway, until it began to crack at his feet. He stopped. The steel metal cracked, pieces of it chipping away until one of the monsters burst open from it with a scream, and raised its crushers at him.Tom opened his mouth but nothing came out as they closed in around him.
"Ahhhhh!" Tom sat up with a jolt. He was panting heavily, covered in a cold sweat. He put his hands on the ground and was met with the warm feeling of sand. He looked around him. He was on the shore of a lake. Behind him was a forest of what looked like pine trees. Next, he noticed his weapon lying a few feet away from him. He stood up slowly, his back aching from the pain of the fall, and limped over to the gun. He picked it up and strapped it onto his armor. He reached down and slid a combat knife out from his boot. He was lucky to have it. On the brown-tinted grip of the knife, the Jet Force Ares symbol was engraved. It had the letters "JFA", and a Roman soldier riding a chariot. He never really noticed how high quality it was. He shrugged to himself as he held it in his hands. He turned around and looked at the pine tree forest behind. He could hear a few noises coming from the native animals. They seemed to pose no threat. Tom figured he would probably have to search for some abandoned outpost the squad before his had set up. Chances are they were all dead. Tom sighed quietly to himself before he set out into the brush.
Not surprisingly, this forest was like the ones on Earth. The light shone in through the canopies, illuminating Tom's face as the walked through the dense bushes. His feet sunk into the mud. He guessed that it was raining on the planet not too long ago. He pressed forward, bogged down by the wet ground. Suddenly, a rumble shook the ground he was standing on. Tom froze, remaining absolutely quiet. He stood few a few minutes that seemed like hours, the only noise around was his own labored breathing. Then another tremor shook the ground. A group of birds flew up from the trees, squawking and chirping noisily. Tom noticed that these birds had four different wings. Another rumble. They were getting quicker. Then came another, and another. Just then, Tom realized along with getting quicker, they were getting closer.
Tom began to run, but it was too late. A huge beast came flying out of the trees. Tom estimated it was about fifty feet tall. It had a dark brown and faded green color to it. It walked on two legs that had strong thighs. It had four-clawed feet. It had long arms as well, ending with four claws. It's head was in the was very thin and sleek, resembling that of a raptor's, except..."Wait, no," Tom thought to himself, "it's not different. Just one big fucking raptor." The raptor's feet stopped directly in front of him. Tom just stood still.
The raptor sniffed the air in front of it. It seemed to smell something. unusual. It's head turned in Tom's direction, but not directly at him. It continued to sniff, it's nostrils expanding and shrinking again, and then it looked directly at the young soldier.
It growled low and soft, it's top lip flapping up, revealing razor-sheep, yet yellow teeth. It advanced its head a little further, then opened its mouth slightly, this time releasing a louder growl. Until it got pissed, and opened its mouth completely, letting out a shrieking cry, the hot breath crawling down Tom's neck. "Oh, shit," he murmured to himself.
The raptor leaned down, swiftly and silently, to take pick up Tom and just devour him whole. But Tom reacted quicker. He reeled his arm back, then flung the knife. It flew through the air, it's target laid out before it. Then it slammed and dug its way into the raptor's eye, staining its silver blade a dark crimson. The raptor reeled up in horrible agony; its screech filled the air. Using this opportunity, Tom darted into the underbrush. His feet padded along smoothly along the soft dirt ground, making almost no sound. The ground below him began to run. The raptor was chasing him, and was gaining quickly, without a doubt. He kept running, of course. There was no place for him to find, though this didn't stop him from looking around for a cave of some sort to hide in. Suddenly, through the trees, he saw an open field. In this field was a large, wooden fence, set up as a barricade. There were a few sniper towers, and some tents here and there. He had to get inside, and he would be home free. He dove into the clearing. The raptor came out right behind him. He was surprised at how close the beast had actually been. He scrambled up to the structure. The raptor was right behind him now. He thought he wasn't going to make it, until a gunshot, clear as day, rang out through the air. Followed by another, and another. The raptor fell with a resounding thud, letting out a dieing moan. Cautiously, Tom made his way into the base.