Omicron 7:
Chapter 4: Call to Duty
**COUGH**cough**
"Williams shut up! What are you trying to do get us killed?"
"I don't feel so good."
"Well maybe you shouldn't have eaten your last ration so fast."
"How much longer do we have to wait?"
"Shut up! Desmond has a good idea lets give him some time."
"Hey Jones.do you ever think about what you are gonna do if we get outta here?"
"What type of stupid question is that? Of course I do!"
"I tell you what Jones the first place I'm going is that female prison colony on Nebus. You know they are desperate there. I haven't had a woman forever."
"You never could get a woman even when then were desperate Lester."
"Shut Up Biggs!"
"Ok you both shut up! I think I hear something."
The sounds of laughter died as the echo of footsteps came closer to the group.
**COUGH**
"Someone gag Williams with something."
Within a blink of an eye Desmond ran past the group screaming at the top of his voice. Behind him was at least five zergling and hydralisk in full pursuit.
"Ok boys here he comes get ready. NOW!"
Shiny sticks tipped with hard crystal stuck out of the walls and ceilings and into the bodies of the running zerglings and hydralisk. One of the hydralisks, corrosive acid sacks ruptured and sprayed over the walls. Within seconds one of the men fell to the ground as half of his head melted away. With the drive of built up aggression, spears jabbed and probed into the bodies of the zerg party. Protruding eyes, throats, and guts were seen by the entire group. The howling screeches could be heard throughout the halls of the old rustic level. And all at once the screams slowed then dimmed and finally died.
With a celebration of victory the men rejoiced over taking down the group of zerg. Cheers of celebration were something this group was not used to. Without warning a zergling jumped through the group. And spun into attack position with something in it's mouth. They men quickly took up arms. Looking closely they could see Lester's blood soaked face being gnawed on by the little creature. The beast scratched and clawed at the ground as it prepared for the second assault.
Lester's body still stood firm for a few seconds before falling over. Without any other hesitation Desmond grabbed a spear and threw it into the side of the creature. A scream of pain erupted from the monster as the spear made contact. Nevertheless the beast sprung into the group. Scattering like cockroaches, when the lights come on, the group took off in all directions. They crawled into ducts, underneath pipes, and into broken lockers. Desmond stood fast against the creature.
"Desmond run for your life!"
The words passed through his ears like a child being told not to touch something. Desmond had a look in his eye. It was a look the group had never seen before. It was a stare that meant he was at the end of his rope and it mattered not what was decided today. All he knew was that he was tired. Tired of hiding and losing men due to bad orders or traps. He was tired of this constant fear of life and death. But most of all he was tired of not being able to fight back. Well not this time, not this fight. I was all or nothing, life or death. With pure rage in his heart he stood toe to toe with the zergling.
As the creature sidestepped to pick a perfect angle Desmond shuffled around the hall. The creature took angles of attack from the walls jumping from side to side using leverage and momentum to gain a better thrust but Desmond would evade and duck at the last minute before it struck. The rickety spear bent and twisted in the creature as it moved from side to side. Desmond knew he had to reach it. It was his only hope of winning. All attempts seem to fail as the beast would snap and claw every time Desmond showed any offensive.
The zergling struck and jabbed at the tired refugee cutting him in the arms and mid section. Desmond fell to the ground in pain as the gashes opened. Seeing it as a sign of weakness the creature leaped for the final strike. The group could only close their eyes as they waited for the sound of inevitability. Desmond was not ready to die just yet, he rolled over to avoid the final strike but was caught in the leg by one of the claws. His leg twisted and pulled as he tried to get away. Siliva began to drip from the creatures' mouth, as he could taste his next meal. The beast hissed and snarled as he slowly came closer to the fallen warrior.
It was all over. It had to be, no ordinary man could stand this much pain. But then again Desmond was no ordinary man. As the zerglings claws came to bear down on the Lieutenants chest, Desmond rolled ripping himself loose from the claw inside his leg. Ignoring the pain of a broken leg, he spun over the creature and grabbed the spear.
Howling the battle cry of a noble warrior killing his prey, Desmond picked up the creature using the spear and slammed it against the wall. The halls filled with the echoes of his scream and the zerglings torment. Desmond could not. no he would not let go. The creature twisted and grinded against the wall as the walls became soaked with green bile from the creatures intestines. In one last word of victory Desmond thrust forward once more cracking the wall as he screamed. Then all was steady and quiet.
Covered in green and red blood Desmond held tight to the spear as he pulled if from the carcass of the defeated zergling. With nothing else left to give Desmond fell to the ground.
**COUGH**cough**
"Williams shut up! What are you trying to do get us killed?"
"I don't feel so good."
"Well maybe you shouldn't have eaten your last ration so fast."
"How much longer do we have to wait?"
"Shut up! Desmond has a good idea lets give him some time."
"Hey Jones.do you ever think about what you are gonna do if we get outta here?"
"What type of stupid question is that? Of course I do!"
"I tell you what Jones the first place I'm going is that female prison colony on Nebus. You know they are desperate there. I haven't had a woman forever."
"You never could get a woman even when then were desperate Lester."
"Shut Up Biggs!"
"Ok you both shut up! I think I hear something."
The sounds of laughter died as the echo of footsteps came closer to the group.
**COUGH**
"Someone gag Williams with something."
Within a blink of an eye Desmond ran past the group screaming at the top of his voice. Behind him was at least five zergling and hydralisk in full pursuit.
"Ok boys here he comes get ready. NOW!"
Shiny sticks tipped with hard crystal stuck out of the walls and ceilings and into the bodies of the running zerglings and hydralisk. One of the hydralisks, corrosive acid sacks ruptured and sprayed over the walls. Within seconds one of the men fell to the ground as half of his head melted away. With the drive of built up aggression, spears jabbed and probed into the bodies of the zerg party. Protruding eyes, throats, and guts were seen by the entire group. The howling screeches could be heard throughout the halls of the old rustic level. And all at once the screams slowed then dimmed and finally died.
With a celebration of victory the men rejoiced over taking down the group of zerg. Cheers of celebration were something this group was not used to. Without warning a zergling jumped through the group. And spun into attack position with something in it's mouth. They men quickly took up arms. Looking closely they could see Lester's blood soaked face being gnawed on by the little creature. The beast scratched and clawed at the ground as it prepared for the second assault.
Lester's body still stood firm for a few seconds before falling over. Without any other hesitation Desmond grabbed a spear and threw it into the side of the creature. A scream of pain erupted from the monster as the spear made contact. Nevertheless the beast sprung into the group. Scattering like cockroaches, when the lights come on, the group took off in all directions. They crawled into ducts, underneath pipes, and into broken lockers. Desmond stood fast against the creature.
"Desmond run for your life!"
The words passed through his ears like a child being told not to touch something. Desmond had a look in his eye. It was a look the group had never seen before. It was a stare that meant he was at the end of his rope and it mattered not what was decided today. All he knew was that he was tired. Tired of hiding and losing men due to bad orders or traps. He was tired of this constant fear of life and death. But most of all he was tired of not being able to fight back. Well not this time, not this fight. I was all or nothing, life or death. With pure rage in his heart he stood toe to toe with the zergling.
As the creature sidestepped to pick a perfect angle Desmond shuffled around the hall. The creature took angles of attack from the walls jumping from side to side using leverage and momentum to gain a better thrust but Desmond would evade and duck at the last minute before it struck. The rickety spear bent and twisted in the creature as it moved from side to side. Desmond knew he had to reach it. It was his only hope of winning. All attempts seem to fail as the beast would snap and claw every time Desmond showed any offensive.
The zergling struck and jabbed at the tired refugee cutting him in the arms and mid section. Desmond fell to the ground in pain as the gashes opened. Seeing it as a sign of weakness the creature leaped for the final strike. The group could only close their eyes as they waited for the sound of inevitability. Desmond was not ready to die just yet, he rolled over to avoid the final strike but was caught in the leg by one of the claws. His leg twisted and pulled as he tried to get away. Siliva began to drip from the creatures' mouth, as he could taste his next meal. The beast hissed and snarled as he slowly came closer to the fallen warrior.
It was all over. It had to be, no ordinary man could stand this much pain. But then again Desmond was no ordinary man. As the zerglings claws came to bear down on the Lieutenants chest, Desmond rolled ripping himself loose from the claw inside his leg. Ignoring the pain of a broken leg, he spun over the creature and grabbed the spear.
Howling the battle cry of a noble warrior killing his prey, Desmond picked up the creature using the spear and slammed it against the wall. The halls filled with the echoes of his scream and the zerglings torment. Desmond could not. no he would not let go. The creature twisted and grinded against the wall as the walls became soaked with green bile from the creatures intestines. In one last word of victory Desmond thrust forward once more cracking the wall as he screamed. Then all was steady and quiet.
Covered in green and red blood Desmond held tight to the spear as he pulled if from the carcass of the defeated zergling. With nothing else left to give Desmond fell to the ground.