I know my writings not that great. I'm kinda stuck on a slump right now, but i promise the story will get better soon.
" Airborne bogies at 3 O' clock!"
" Boomer Squad, give the corner bunkers fire support. We can't risk those turrets being hit", the Captain responded. He quickly jumped up on the perimeter wall and scanned the battlefield.
The mass of zerg was like an ocean tide. First, they'd quickly jet out in small groups mostly zerglings, testing the range of the rifles, then fall back. Soon after, the whole wall of flesh would surge out like a tsunami. By now aiming was pointless. Simply firing in the general direction of the ravenous tide guaranteed the slugs to hit "something". The distance between the wall and the piles of Zerg bodies was shortening. They were running out of time.
He leaped off the wall and started making his way towards the comm. building, "Deanson, what's goin on with are back door?"
" Well Sir, We aren't seeing anything, but I'm pretty sure there still there"
Several loud whooshes signaled the automated firing of turret missiles. Moments later, the screams of dying mutalisks echoed across the base.
" Bunker Teams, report in".
" Team 12, were holding"
"Team 3, holding but gettin low on ammo"
"This is 8, alls well on our corner"
"Team 17, we'd like a cig, and a nice beer if that's not to much to ask for"
He ignored the comment and continued, " Tower, can you confirm any hostiles out our backdoor?"
"That's a negative Sir"
He flipped his helmet visor up and entered the comm. building. A rush of cool air hit his face. The luxuries of a desk job…wouldn't that be wonderful, he thought to himself.
Spec. Williams, another comms. personnel, and Deacon, unsuited and in his uniform were gathered around one of the computer terminals.
" Corporal, almost thinkin you've forgotten about us out there", he said jokingly.
The look Deacon returned worried him. He looked at the three men, " So what's going on?" he asked inquisitively.
" Well, its seems our two brain boys here, think they've got an idea", Deacons voice seemed already to be disapproving what ever it was.
"Well then, tell me what it is", he began looking for something to prop himself up against, since everything in the room wasn't designed for a combat suit. Nothing looked promising, so he decided to just stand.
Williams began, " As you know anything we've tried so far has failed. We've tried broadcasting planetary and orbitally. So either the Zerg are somehow jamming our communications or everybody's gone", he took a deep breath and continued, "…hoping it's not the latter, there is one more thing we can do". Deacon had sat down and was looking at the ceiling shaking his head.
The Captain looked back at Williams, nodding his approval to continue. " Well, you see…we could…umm…send out an energy pulse".
" And what exactly is that?"
Deacon looked back at the Captain, " That's what I said", then returned his glance to ceiling
William sighed, " We route and reiterate all excess and necessary magnetic electrical power into one channel leading into the orbital array. Then using that flare, we send an increased electromagnetic wave, which hopefully, will be immense enough to reach even the smallest of wave sensors"
" In English please"
" That's also what I said", this time Deacon didn't look back. "Basically Captain, they want to shut down power on the entire base for who knows how long and use it all to hopefully make us appear as a little bleep on the planetary sensors".
"Woah…woah, hold on a second, you don't mean shutting down the turrets?"
" While since the turrets require a large amount of energy for the sensor pulses, then yes we would need to shut them down".
He looked at Deacon, then Williams, "You're crazy. Those turrets that you want to shut down, are the only things keeping us alive!"
Williams spoke again, " Yes sir, we know that, but if someone picks that signal up, we could have aid in a matter of hours"
The Captain looked at the ground shaking his head, " How long?"
Williams glanced at the Captain with a confused face, " Pardon sir"
The Captain looked up, " How long would it take to get this thing ready".
" I thought you guys were just saying this was insane?" Williams seemed even more confused.
Deacon stood out of the chair and smiled, " Is it crazy? Yes. Idiotic? Definitely. Will it probably get us all killed? Well, most likely, but", he paused, "it's the only idea we've got".
Williams jumped into a chair and after some quick typing responded,
" If everything goes well, maybe…two to three hours."
"Sir! You better get out here, we've got a hell of a problem!"
The captain headed for the door, " Get this thing going, and Deac keep me updated". He was momentarily blinded as the doors opened, but with a quick shut of his visors he started the trek to the wall.
Even before he made it to the wall he spotted the pillows of dust rising into the sky. There were either a heck of a lot more zerg coming or worse, Ultralisks.
A marine came out of the nearest bunker. "Don't say Ultralisks. Please don't say Ultralisks", he thought to himself,
" Sir, Ultralisks are closing on our position". The Captain started angrily mumbling to himself and headed for his bunker.