KND (USCM) United States Colonial Marines Chapter 7: Ch-6 Game Over Man! Game Over!, a codename: kids next door fanfic

General Nigel Uno... Male...Active* **

Lt. R. T. McKenzie...Female...Active***

Sgt. P. Drilovsky...Male...Squad 1... Active***

Cpl. D. Hicks...Male...Squad 2...Incapacitated**

Cpl. A. Lincoln... Female...Squad 1...Active***

Pvt. C. Dickson (aka Numbuh 274)...Male...Squad 1...Active**

Pvt. Ace...Male...Active

Pvt. Gorman...Male ... Active

PFC. Maurice...Male...Squad 2...(KIA)

Pvt. W. Hudson...Male...Squad 1...(MIA)

Pvt. J. Vasquez...Female...Squad 2...(KIA)

Pvt. A. Apone...Male Squad 2...(KIA)

Pvt. T. Crowe...Male...Squad 1...(MIA)

Chapter 6

Game Over Man! Game Over!

"Jesus...Jesus...I don't believe it." Drilovsky freaked out like the last time they first encounters the Serpent.

Infinity tries to have a look at Drilovsky's arm, but he jerked away from him.

"Getr away from Man, I'm fine" he shouted.

" He's alive. I think he's paralyzed" Nigel said while tending to Hicks.

Abby took a look grabing him form the collar.

"Wake up pendejo" but he didn't respond" You usless fuck"

Abby releases Hicks. His head smacks the deck. Rachel opens Hicks's tunic, revealing a bloodless purple puncture wound. Fanny looked at too.

"Looks like it stung him." Fanny declared.

Dickson looked at monitors.

"Hey...hey! Look, Crowe and Hudson aren't dead, man."

They turn to see Dickson at the MTOB monitors, pointing at the bio-function screens.

"They must be like Gorman. Their signs are real low but they ain't dead!"

Dickson is pale, panicky, and his voice echoes around the tiny metallic space and comes back to all of them as the near hysteria they all feel, fluttering just at the edges of their minds.

"We need to go back there and get them" Infintity said

"Fuck That, I'm not going beack in there" Dickson look at wiith disstain

"We never leave a Marine Behind"

"You can't help them. Right now they're being cocooned just like the others." Abby told them

"Oh, God. Jesus. This ain't happening."

INT. MED LAB

Numbuh 74.23456 is hunched over an occular probe doing a dissection of one of the dead parasites. Ace enters with some electronics gear on a hand truck and parks it near Bishop's work table.

"Need anything else?' Ace asked.

"Numbuh 74.23456 waves "no" without looking up.

EXT. COLONY - DROP-SHIP

Ace emerges, crossing the Tarmac to the loading ramp of the ship. As he nears the top of the ramp, his boot slips...skidding on something wet. Kneeling, he touches a small puddle of thick slime. He shrugs, and hits the controls to retract the ramp and close the doors.

INT. APC

on Abby wired and intense.

"All right, we can't blow the fuck out of them...why not roll some canisters of CN-20 down there. Nerve gas the whole fucking nest?"

"Look, man, let's just bug out and call it even, okay?"

"No good. How do we know it'll effect their biochemistry? I say we take off and nuke the entire we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure."

"Gorman, you copying?" Nigel siad into the mike/

"Standing by." his on the mike was a bit staily.

"Prep for dust-off. We're gonna need an immediate evac." He said to Gorman. "I think we'll take off and nuke the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure."

"We're going home"

EXT. DROP-SHIP

The ship rises through the spray thrown up by the downblast of the VTOL jets, hovering above the complex like a huge insect, its searchlights blazing.

EXT. APC

The group is filing out of the personnel carrier, which is clearly a write off. Nigel and Patton have Hicks between them, and the others emerge into the wind. They watch the ship roar in on its final approach.

INT. DROP-SHOP COCKPIT

Gorman flicks the intercom switch several times. Thumps her headset mike.

"Ace?Goddammit."

The compartment door behind her slides slowly back.

Gorman turns. "Where the fu -" His eyes wided. It's was Ace.

Am impression of leering jaws which blur forward, then a whirl of motion and a truncated scream. The throttle levers are slammed forward in the melee.

EXT. APC - LANDSCAPE - STATION

They watch in dismay as the approaching ship dips and VEERS WILDLY. Its main engines ROAR FULL ON and the craft accelerates toward them even as it loses altitude. It skims the ground. Clips a rock formation. The ship slews, sideslipping. It hits a ridge. Tumbles, bursting into flame, breaking up. It arcs into the air, end over end, a Catherine wheel juggernaut.

"RUN" Someone shouted/

They ran took cover, section of the ship's massive engine module slams into the APC and it explodes into twisted wreckage.

The drop-ship skips again, like a stone, engulfed in flames...AND CRASHES INTO THE STATION. A TREMENDOUS FIREBALL.

The remainder of the ground team watches their hopes of getting off the planet, and most of their superior fire power, reduced to flaming debris.

There is a moment of stunned silence, then... Private Chad Dickson started shouting hysterical.

"Well that's great! That's just fucking great, man. Now what the fuck are we supposed to do, man? We're in some real pretty shit now!"

"Are you Finished" Nigel siad and looked at Rachel " Are you okay?"

She nods.

"I guess we're not leaving, right?" Fanny asked Her brother and boyfriend.

"Nope, where fucking stuck on this god forsaken place." Nigel replied to her question.

Dickson kicking a rock and still continue ranting.

"Just tell me what the fuck we're supposed to do now. What're we gonna do now?"

"Maybe we could build a fire and sing songs." Infinity told annoyed.

"We she get back now they mostly come at night"

Game Over Man! Game Over!"

A/N People that are Dead or Missing.