One – "GO TO HELL…"
"Wake up sir!
Captain Larkin! WAKE UP!!"
awoke to a violent shaking. My blurred
vision cleared as I made out the silhouette of Private Kittridge. I barely
remembered the fact that he was a green soldier. He was new to our platoon. He
was still a mama’s boy, but I saw that he had a small burning flame of courage
deep inside – somewhere…
I looked at
Kittridge, my eyes still
wincing from the sudden intake of light.
He was fully in-gear. He had his assault
rifle at his side, bullets belted up across his chest, and night-visors fully
operational on his forehead.
What the hell, I thought. But to my
dismay, I soon found my answer.
Our base… we’re under attack!"
I got up quickly and looked out the small
opening at the wall. Sure enough, the streaking of bullets and the burning of
rampant fire were seen. The flames engulfed our perimeter defenses and
blood-curling screams were heard everywhere.
"What should we
do, captain?" Kittridge asked as I rapidly strapped up my weapons and
The hell with uniform.
I was ready within seconds and running out
I cursed silently. Now whom am I going to
fight with? The whole damn base was caught off-guard. I had no support!
Kittridge looked hesitant. He reluctantly
followed my orders and quickly ran by my side. I knew that he thought running
out like this was suicidal. In order to crush an assault, a large force was
needed. Going out there into the heart of the killin’ fields with one guy
besides you would be wasteful, futile, and stupid. But it wasn’t his call.
It was mine.
We reached the doorway and found a large
pool of blood near the drainage. I looked around and saw our enemies.
Their shiny green armor glistened in the
dark of night. Fearlessly, they ran with intense momentum into the core of our
defenses – slaughtering anything that moved.
The Garatons originally
came from the depths of space. From the first week after we colonized the
planet, Xarrux, the Garatons had appeared numerous times. Each time, we
undertook ways of upholding peace. But the Garatons would have none of it; they
chose to attack us instead.
The Garatons were strong and ruthless
warriors. Their awesome build and fearsome fighting prowess were unmatched.
They were ugly too. The Garatons had
thick, grey skin. It was extremely bulky and muscular. They’re eyes were shiny
beads of darkness. They were like visors. These "visors" protected
their sensitive retinas and gave them excellent vision. Like us, the Garatons
breathed oxygen. But their noses were no more than two indiscernible holes under
their beady eyes.
The Garatons had a variety of
hand-weapons. These weapons were highly advanced – ranging from shock-axes to
photon-blasters to unbreakable energy blades.
They were the perfect hunters.
your rifle and cover me!"
"Yes sir!" he
cried as he loaded his assault rifle. The trusty machinery hummed and prepared
for the bloodbath.
Like a madman, Kittridge fired.
He fired at every Garaton he saw.
Dark-green blood oozed all over and
deafening howls of pain were heard.
Kittridge yelled as he fired. I looked to my left and spotted 10
armored-Garatons running toward us. I took out three shock-grenades and threw
them as hard as I could.
The first one hit a Garaton squarely in
So long sucker!
The grenade exploded on impact and
immediately, it began to rain blood. The other two grenades took the rest of the
pack down. Only two poor Garatons remained – fazed and badly wounded, they
By now, almost all of the Garatons had
diverted their attention to us.
We were fresh blood.
We made the most noise and proved a lot
more difficult to kill than the others. Baring weapons of all sizes, they
yelled. I looked for Kittridge and saw him already scampering for dear life.
I started a steady trot. I couldn’t move
very fast with all the weapons I was lugging.
Where would we go, I thought.
I didn’t know where to go and how to
beat those angry guys behind me. I was running, but I knew that eventually I’d
get tired and stop. If I happen to stop in an open area where there’d be no
where to hide, I’d surely die.
I called out to Kittridge. I told him to
round the base and meet at the headquarters. All the while, shoot at every damn
Garaton you see.
He obliged and I quickly diverted off my
course. I leapt behind a vehicle and immediately began to load up my assault
rifles, both of them. The familiar hum filled my ears, and I just couldn’t
help but smile from ear to ear.
I sprung from my hiding place, and
"GO TO HELL, YA
I held down the trigger as far as I could.
My body shook with the rifles as they unleashed their awesome barrage of
bullets. Maybe ten or twenty Garatons were instantly cut down.
A couple of others tried to flank me, but
I swayed a little to my side and plopped off their heads.
I was having a blast.
I had never seen so much green blood
splashed out of so many different parts of their bodies.
One of the assault
rifles then went blank. Without wasting a second, I junked it and reached for my
grenades. With one hand firing a rifle and the other tightly holding my precious
grenades, I sprinted as fast as I could to the headquarters. I mowed down any
Garaton that got in my path and blew up any stupid ones that tried to chase me.
Kittridge and some
other men were already at the headquarters. Once I got in, they closed the
gates. After much inquiring, I learned that we were the only survivors on this
base. Over a hundred men lost their lives today.
I could see that
Kittridge was scared as hell. This was his first real battle – a battle that
we lost, a battle that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
"Evac arrives in 5
minutes!" one of the corporals informed me.
Kittridge yelled in a slightly cracked voice. He looked dazed and pale, and
ready to throw up at the next sight of blood. Guess he never anticipated this
kind of experience before. "We don’t friggin’ have 5 minutes! They’ll
tear us apart before…"
I commanded. I was getting annoyed at Kittridges inexperience and lack of
You need to find your balls ya damn
I wanted to say that to him, but I knew
that’d make him even less confidant than he was now.
"You gotta calm down, Kittridge!
We’ll be alright." I was sure of it.