The Planet of Destruction
A/N: So, i've been I while in updating, but I got writers block. BAD. Here goes.
Chapter 3: End Desert Training
Elisia woke and had forgotten everything momentarily, all she knew was she was buried in the dirt. She panicked. She lashed out and broke through the sand covering her. Unfortunately she then remembered everything and realized she had just punched a zergling in the stomach and broke her cloak. The computer relayed the time to her; 0545 on the second day.
"Oh Shit!" she yelled realizing she was going to miss the ship.
The Zerglings in the area heard her and ran to her position. Realizing the futility of hiding, or of fighting them, she ran. She had never had to run so far in her life. The dropship was close by fortunately. She ran to it while turning and picking off the closest zergling every now and then. At the dropship, a squad of marines was waiting for her.
"Sir, T-Minus 15 seconds till liftoff!" yelled the dropship pilot.
"Ok crew, start in..." the marine commander felt horrible at having to leave this new ghost behind.
"Sir! We got incoming on radar!" said the dropship pilot, intent on the screen. "I read one human and one thousand Zerg signatures."
"Alright she made it! Let's lock and load boys!" Yelled the marine squad commander, totally ecstatic that they wouldn't have to leave her behind.
Elisia was so close to the dropship. She could see it; it was gray, entirely gray. She saw the squad of marines file out of the ship, checking there weapons, ready to kill. She ran harder.
10.....
The marines moved into there positions, checked there gear, and prepared to shred some zergling.
9.....
Elisia came within range, followed closely by the Zerglings. The marines opened fire. Elisia had never had a harder time running. She was dodging bullets and trying to reach the drop ship.
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Elisia saw the dropship power up, preparing to leave. The hatch started to go up. She was desperate. She jumped.
0.....
"And were off!" said the pilot into the mic.
The marines saw the jump; saw how desperate she was to leave. But they couldn't see if she made it, as they were soon hit hard by Zerg. The guns were blazing, tearing the Zerglings to pieces. The numbers soon dwindled to nothing.
"Corporal! Casualty report!" yelled the captain.
"One man dead, two wounded, sir!" replied the corporal.
"Corporal, search the area for the ghost! Now!" Yelled the captain.
The corporal took what men were left and searched the whole area around the dropship, but found no trace of her, except a piece of her uniform. They all were saddened, she hadn't made it, and a zergling had got her. Aboard the dropship, the pilot was glad to be out of there. Gunfire was a scary thing when all you knew how to do was pilot an unarmed personnel transport. The pilot set in the coordinates to home base and relaxed. His relaxation was soon cut short, as a C-10 Canister Rifle was placed against his temple.
"Leaving without me?" Elisia said.
"I. . .I. . .I had my orders! I had to leave! Please don't kill me!" the pilot said, rather terrified.
"Awwww. . . .shut up! I wasn't going to kill you. I know you were just following orders." She said, removing the barrel from his head.
The ordeal in the desert had left its mark. Elisia was horrified that the UED would risk there ghost trainee's lives to train them. This training would be hell.
The dropship pilot spoke up, "Well. . . I'm glad you made it. I mean, of all the candidates for ghost training, only about ten percent actually make out of that desert."
"Some entrance exam." Said Elisia
Sometime later, the main base came within radio range. This base was huge, at least huge for a "secret" base. The buildings were camouflaged against the desert, and the installation lacked any kind of walls or fence. It was completely open to the desert outside. This surprised her, although she didn't doubt for a second that this was one of the most heavily defended installations in UED history.
The radio cracked to life.
"Approaching dropship, identify yourself and your intentions."
"This is dropship number 3475, service number 483965. I am delivering the new ghost combatant as per orders." Answered the dropship pilot.
"Very good 3475, proceed to drop off point and go home."
"Understood control." The dropship answered.
The dropship flew in low over the base. Elisia saw more lab techs and scientists than soldiers, but knew that this base was populated by ghosts, so they were probably cloaked. The landing pad came into sight, and so did the welcoming party. It mostly consisted of scientists, but a few soldiers were there. When the ship landed, the soldiers rushed the landing ramp and entered the ship. The scientists waited patiently for the soldiers to emerge with the subject, but that never happened. When the ship had landed, Elisia had activated the newly repaired cloak function, and escaped the ship. She walked over to the scientists, got behind one of them, and de- cloaked. That particular scientist paled when he realized that the "highly dangerous" subject was right behind him. He slowly turned and stared into Elisia's face.
"Hey there." Said Elisia coldly.
"Uhhh. . .hi. . .are you ready to continue?" asked the scientist.
By now the other scientists had noticed her presence. They were all amazed that she evaded the thermal scanner that the soldiers had. Those very soldiers were just exiting the craft, the pilot in custody for supposedly lying to the air traffic controller. When they saw Elisia, they very quickly assembled around her, releasing the pilot in the process. The commander of the group, a 1st Lieutenant, spoke up.
"Well, you are gifted, just like they say."
"You guys need more training, or better equipment." Elisia shot back.
This comment caught the Lieutenant off guard. He stopped talking, and quickly gave orders. A pair of hand cuffs was placed on her wrists, and she was led by the squad and the scientists to a research lab; the same one where her implants were inserted. She struggled briefly, but soon realized the futility of it and stopped. The soldiers led to the center of the room, un-cuffed her and pushed her to the floor. As she tried to stand, a loud thump and a bright flash told her she was being beaten. She struggled to stay conscious, a fight she really couldn't hope to win. Blow after blow smashed into her head, but she held on to that little shred of consciousness. Finally, after enduring an hour of repeated beatings, she fell to the darkness.
A/N: Ok, how's this? This chapter was a hard one to write, with my writers block and all. I'll try to update more often though. Sorry about the delay.
A/N: So, i've been I while in updating, but I got writers block. BAD. Here goes.
Chapter 3: End Desert Training
Elisia woke and had forgotten everything momentarily, all she knew was she was buried in the dirt. She panicked. She lashed out and broke through the sand covering her. Unfortunately she then remembered everything and realized she had just punched a zergling in the stomach and broke her cloak. The computer relayed the time to her; 0545 on the second day.
"Oh Shit!" she yelled realizing she was going to miss the ship.
The Zerglings in the area heard her and ran to her position. Realizing the futility of hiding, or of fighting them, she ran. She had never had to run so far in her life. The dropship was close by fortunately. She ran to it while turning and picking off the closest zergling every now and then. At the dropship, a squad of marines was waiting for her.
"Sir, T-Minus 15 seconds till liftoff!" yelled the dropship pilot.
"Ok crew, start in..." the marine commander felt horrible at having to leave this new ghost behind.
"Sir! We got incoming on radar!" said the dropship pilot, intent on the screen. "I read one human and one thousand Zerg signatures."
"Alright she made it! Let's lock and load boys!" Yelled the marine squad commander, totally ecstatic that they wouldn't have to leave her behind.
Elisia was so close to the dropship. She could see it; it was gray, entirely gray. She saw the squad of marines file out of the ship, checking there weapons, ready to kill. She ran harder.
10.....
The marines moved into there positions, checked there gear, and prepared to shred some zergling.
9.....
Elisia came within range, followed closely by the Zerglings. The marines opened fire. Elisia had never had a harder time running. She was dodging bullets and trying to reach the drop ship.
8.....
7.....
6.....
5.....
4.....
3.....
2.....
1.....
Elisia saw the dropship power up, preparing to leave. The hatch started to go up. She was desperate. She jumped.
0.....
"And were off!" said the pilot into the mic.
The marines saw the jump; saw how desperate she was to leave. But they couldn't see if she made it, as they were soon hit hard by Zerg. The guns were blazing, tearing the Zerglings to pieces. The numbers soon dwindled to nothing.
"Corporal! Casualty report!" yelled the captain.
"One man dead, two wounded, sir!" replied the corporal.
"Corporal, search the area for the ghost! Now!" Yelled the captain.
The corporal took what men were left and searched the whole area around the dropship, but found no trace of her, except a piece of her uniform. They all were saddened, she hadn't made it, and a zergling had got her. Aboard the dropship, the pilot was glad to be out of there. Gunfire was a scary thing when all you knew how to do was pilot an unarmed personnel transport. The pilot set in the coordinates to home base and relaxed. His relaxation was soon cut short, as a C-10 Canister Rifle was placed against his temple.
"Leaving without me?" Elisia said.
"I. . .I. . .I had my orders! I had to leave! Please don't kill me!" the pilot said, rather terrified.
"Awwww. . . .shut up! I wasn't going to kill you. I know you were just following orders." She said, removing the barrel from his head.
The ordeal in the desert had left its mark. Elisia was horrified that the UED would risk there ghost trainee's lives to train them. This training would be hell.
The dropship pilot spoke up, "Well. . . I'm glad you made it. I mean, of all the candidates for ghost training, only about ten percent actually make out of that desert."
"Some entrance exam." Said Elisia
Sometime later, the main base came within radio range. This base was huge, at least huge for a "secret" base. The buildings were camouflaged against the desert, and the installation lacked any kind of walls or fence. It was completely open to the desert outside. This surprised her, although she didn't doubt for a second that this was one of the most heavily defended installations in UED history.
The radio cracked to life.
"Approaching dropship, identify yourself and your intentions."
"This is dropship number 3475, service number 483965. I am delivering the new ghost combatant as per orders." Answered the dropship pilot.
"Very good 3475, proceed to drop off point and go home."
"Understood control." The dropship answered.
The dropship flew in low over the base. Elisia saw more lab techs and scientists than soldiers, but knew that this base was populated by ghosts, so they were probably cloaked. The landing pad came into sight, and so did the welcoming party. It mostly consisted of scientists, but a few soldiers were there. When the ship landed, the soldiers rushed the landing ramp and entered the ship. The scientists waited patiently for the soldiers to emerge with the subject, but that never happened. When the ship had landed, Elisia had activated the newly repaired cloak function, and escaped the ship. She walked over to the scientists, got behind one of them, and de- cloaked. That particular scientist paled when he realized that the "highly dangerous" subject was right behind him. He slowly turned and stared into Elisia's face.
"Hey there." Said Elisia coldly.
"Uhhh. . .hi. . .are you ready to continue?" asked the scientist.
By now the other scientists had noticed her presence. They were all amazed that she evaded the thermal scanner that the soldiers had. Those very soldiers were just exiting the craft, the pilot in custody for supposedly lying to the air traffic controller. When they saw Elisia, they very quickly assembled around her, releasing the pilot in the process. The commander of the group, a 1st Lieutenant, spoke up.
"Well, you are gifted, just like they say."
"You guys need more training, or better equipment." Elisia shot back.
This comment caught the Lieutenant off guard. He stopped talking, and quickly gave orders. A pair of hand cuffs was placed on her wrists, and she was led by the squad and the scientists to a research lab; the same one where her implants were inserted. She struggled briefly, but soon realized the futility of it and stopped. The soldiers led to the center of the room, un-cuffed her and pushed her to the floor. As she tried to stand, a loud thump and a bright flash told her she was being beaten. She struggled to stay conscious, a fight she really couldn't hope to win. Blow after blow smashed into her head, but she held on to that little shred of consciousness. Finally, after enduring an hour of repeated beatings, she fell to the darkness.
A/N: Ok, how's this? This chapter was a hard one to write, with my writers block and all. I'll try to update more often though. Sorry about the delay.