Well, I got all of one review, and that one, in essence, was telling me that my story sucked. I am very sorry for the last chapter, I blame the all the candy. I debated deleting the story entirely, but decided to give it another crack. This one actuall took me more than five minutes to write. You know the drill: I don't own any of this but the limited (and arguably nonexistent) plot. Here goes.
"Why would command send us an empty ship?" Grif asked skeptically.
"Why would they send us you?" Simmons retorted.
Sarge could hear the two soldiers arguing from down the corridor, but he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to care. He had lost a soldier, that was bad. His 'cavalry' was an empty cargo ship, that was worse. He had no idea what to do next, and that was the worst. Then Grif's voice broke through his thoughts.
"Sarge is acting weird, do you think something's wrong with him?"
"Dumbass, of course something's wrong. He just lost a soldier," Simmons started. Then his voice changed. It was deeper, with a bad accent. "And he's about to lose another!"
"Seriously dude, cut the shit, you're creeping me out," Grif whined.
Then Sarge heard something he hasn't expected. "Hi, guys, what's up?" He ran down the ship's corridor. Donut was standing in the entryway.
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It was a baby. Tucker had gone and gotten himself alien-pregnant while she was gone, and now there was a slimy alien in the middle of their base. Tex actually wasn't that surprised to discover things hadn't gone well since she had left. These idiots really needed her, after all. Church burst into the base. "The Reds have reinforcements!" he shouted. That got Tex on her feet.
"What?"
"A ship, huge, out in the middle of the canyon."
"How many are there?" she asked excitedly. This was news, something more interesting than the disturbing alien child or…wait, why is O'Malley in the base, she thought, glancing over at the doctor, who was talking to Caboose and Tucker in the corner.
"I don't know. The door opened and the Reds ran inside," Church answered, bringing her back to the situation. O'Malley wouldn't try anything with Tucker around… "Wanna check it out?" Church asked.
Dumbass. "Thought you'd never ask," Tex said sarcastically. Wyoming could wait another hour or two.
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"What the hell?" Grif shouted. Donut was standing…well, more floating in the entryway, really, but that wasn't the point. "Donut, what are you doing here? We saw the ship fall…crash on you."
"Yeah, that hurt. A lot. I think I might be dead."
"That would explain the floating. And the white armor. And the fact that we can see through you…" Simmons trailed off and looked over to Sarge, who had just come bursting in. "Look Sarge, its Donut."
"Excellent evaluation of the situation, Simmons."
"What? He points out the obvious and you practically give him an award! I do it and you threaten to drop kick me off the roof of the base!"
"Shut it, dirt bag! Simmons, I want you to explain this to me."
"Well, sir, Grif is an idiot." Simmons paused. "And I will kill you all!" he added manically.
"No, not that!" Sarge shouted. "That!" he pointed at Donut.
"Well, sir, he looks dead. Very, very dead, sir. And, near as I can tell, he's a ghost." He laughed in that deep, throated voice. "And soon, so shall you all!" He continued on with his laughing for several minutes, then looked around. "Sorry 'bout that." He turned and walked out of the room.
There was a very awkward silence, then Donut started talking. And talking, and talking, and talking. When Donut finally stopped, Sarge noticed Grif was gone too. Oh, well, he thought absently.
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Simmons stood in a small, cramped room trying to stop the voice from saying the terrible things bouncing back and forth in his head. Kill them, kill them all!, it shouted at him. "No! No, I won't do it!" he shouted. The sound of his words echoed back at him, then another voice.
"Do what?" Grif asked from the doorway.
"Go away Grif," Simmons replied miserably. "What are you even doing here?"
"Simmons, you've been acting really, really weird lately and I wanna know what's up," Grif said sternly.
"Nothing's 'up'," Simmons replied tersely. Then the voice broke through. "Nothing but your ultimate destruction, you fool!"
"See! That's what I'm talking about! What was that?"
"That was nothing!" he shouted. "You'll see something much, much worse soon, you foolish fool!" the voice shouted. "NO!" Simmons broke through again, clutching his helmet, then he fell on the ground. "Get out! Get out of my head!" He started rocking back and forth, screaming.
Okay, less random swearing and more plot. A little OOC, but that's what happens when I try to stop the swearing. Better? Worse? I'd like to hear your opinions, good or bad, and they all seem to be bad.