Written
by: DK
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Updated:
7.27.2000
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Chapter
One – "GO TO HELL…"
"Wake up sir!
Captain Larkin! WAKE UP!!"
I
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.
"Captain Larkin!
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
supplies.
The hell with uniform.
I was ready within seconds and running out
the doorway.
"Private!" I
demanded.
"Yes, sir?!"
"Where’s your
team?"
"They’re out
fighting."
I cursed silently. Now whom am I going to
fight with? The whole damn base was caught off-guard. I had no support!
"Alright. C’mon,
let’s move."
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.
The Garatons.
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.
"Kittridge! Ready
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.
"Aw damn!"
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
the face.
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
retreated.
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
charged us.
"RUN!!" I
yelled. I looked for Kittridge and saw him already scampering for dear life.
You bastard!
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
screamed,
"GO TO HELL, YA
BASTARDS!!"
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.
"5 minutes?!"
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…"
"Quiet down!"
I commanded. I was getting annoyed at Kittridges inexperience and lack of
confidence.
You need to find your balls ya damn
coward!
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.
Chapter
Two – The Ice Hive
Evac took us
up north.
I slumped into the bucket-recliner
seat, wiping the sweat from my dirty brow.
I was exhausted. All that running and killing had taken a toll on my body.
I was sure I had lost some weight
during the battle; and I was eager to gain it
back.
I
peeked out the window and saw the grassy lands
outstretched indefinitely.
The virgin landscape was absolutely
gorgeous. I had missed the simple, untouched beauties of nature after
the military took over my life.
Everything simply became guys, guns,
and guts.
They get nauseating after awhile.
The
green pastures were gradually replaced by
desolate tundra.
The snowy-white ice blanketed the
lands. It
glistened against the sun, shining brightly
against my weary eyes.
I sighed deeply, knowing that my next
home was going to be a good one – a safe
one.
What
seemed like seconds later, we were at the
exclusive Ice Hive.
It was a monstrous military base
equipped with the most advanced, damned
weaponry on Xarrux and the 500 most qualified
soldiers to operate them.
The
entire base was gray except for the occasional
patch covered with fresh snow. The Ice Hive consisted of many domed structures,
including several encompassing watch-towers
that protected the base.
It also boasted many other defenses,
such as anti-craft cannons and the “Accel-Blaster”,
that were heightened by the surrounding snow
and ice.
The
outstretched icy plains around the base were
jagged and loose.
If you traveled on ground, you would
either cut yourself up pretty badly or just
simply fall in.
So the Ice Hive became
practically impenetrable by ground.
I’ve even
heard that a band of rebels once tried to
attack the Ice Fortress during its weak, early
developmental stages.
The rebels fearlessly ran in,
disregarding the dangers of the icy plains.
They were equipped with powerful
weapons that would’ve mowed down entire
platoons with ease, but in the end nature beat
them. They
never made it past the rocky terrain, and had
to endure the sub-zero temperatures. Some poor fatties even fell in!
They became over-sized ice cubes within
minutes.
Hours later, the rebels withdrew
what’s left of their force.
The Ice Hive had won its first
battle without firing a single bullet.
The
Evac-dropship landed on the field pad as the
hangar doors slowly opened.
A blast of cold air stormed in and
stole my breath away.
All I had on was a sweaty tank top that
I was still wearing from my sleep. I clenched my teeth and ran into the building.
The domed-building was a large and
especially spacious hangar-bay, full of
fighters and dropships. I surveyed my new home and nodded approvingly.
This will do, I thought.
Then
a rotund man rolled to my comrades and I.
He introduced himself as Colonel Bruce
Schicklen.
After a solemn solute, he instructed us
to our rooms and that a debriefing would take
place in three hours.
I blankly gave him a thumbs-up and
eagerly ran off to my room in hopes of
continuing my slumber.
I
washed up and changed into a clean white tank
top. I
plopped myself on the small bed and quickly
dozed off.
I
shot up from my bed after what seemed like a
few minutes of sleep and gazed intently around
the unfamiliar room.
The Ice Hive, I thought.
But then I just remembered about the
debriefing.
Fat Colonel Chicken, I thought.
I looked at my watch and noticed that I
still had an hour before the meeting.
I had slept two hours.
I
lied down again, but I could not sleep.
My stomach roared loudly in agony.
I couldn’t get the thought of a fat
chicken out of my mind.
Time for lunch, I thought.
I
took a quick shower and got dressed.
I finally made my way into the
cafeteria after the third try.
The deep aroma of cooked food and soup
filled my nose upon entering.
It was quite a remarkable feeling.
I took a deep breath and went on line.
“No
steak?” I loudly inquired as I moved
forward.
A couple of guys in back of me
chuckled.
I heard them murmur something about
rookie or new guy.
“No
sir.” The young cadet behind the counter
replied.
“But we do have a very healthy
veggie-platter.”
I
frowned in disgust.
I continued my search for something
meaty, but nothing I saw suited me.
A
feminine voice behind me said, “He’ll have
the sub and the chicken broth.”
I turned around and saw the most
magnificent sight I could ever behold – my
girlfriend, Natalie.
I hugged her immediately and nodded my
approval to the young cadet.
We embraced each other closely and did
not let go.
We hugged and twirled what seemed like
an eternity.
The light scent of her soft hair began
to wonderfully fill my nostrils.
I could tell that she was still using
the same hair-wash since we first met ten
months ago. I stayed in that happy trance and nearly went limb.
“Sir?”
said the cadet.
I woke from my trance and finally let
go of Natalie.
I took my tray and went to sit down at
a table.
Natalie followed and sat down with me.
This was the first time in a long while
that I saw her without her standard uniform.
She looked absolutely beautiful.
Natalie
had shoulder-length, brown hair that would
bounce softly with every step she took.
It kind of curved along the features of
her pretty, little face.
Her face was one of those faces
that’d set a room on fire.
It was pretty, cute, or simply pretty
damn cute.
And even though Natalie ate a lot, she
still had a great body.
The required daily workouts kept her
figure curvy and perfect.
Natalie was simply to die for.
“Hey,”
Natalie said with a smile.
I returned smile and replied with a
raised eyebrow and deep voice,
“Hi
there Ms. Porter.
How are you?”
“I’m
fine,” she replied with a melodious giggle.
I sighed silently.
Her laughter was like music to my ears.
“I’m pretty bored though.
How are you?”
“I’ll
be okay I guess.
I just lost a whole platoon back
there.”
“Oh,
I’m sorry.
So…” Natalie trailed off as a young
cadet approached the table.
“Hi,
sir.” said the young soldier with a slight
crack. He
was extremely anxious.
“Are you really the Captain
David Larkin?”
“Yes
I am.”
“Wow,
I’ve heard so much about you!
I’m just happy that I finally met
you! And
I…” I held out my hands for him to stop
yapping.
I shook his hand, and politely told him
to beat it.
He happily replied with a “Yes,
sir!” and left quickly. I rolled my eyes back to Natalie. She was laughing.
“Well
Davy, how many did you kill this time?”
I
should tell you about my reputation in the
United Forces for Mankind (UFM) before I go on
further.
Basically, I am the king in
Garaton ass-whuppin’.
No other man (or woman) had slaughtered
more Garatons than me.
I’m not proud of extinguishing life,
especially so many of them, but because
mankind depends on the UFM for survival, I
have to.
I have to go out there and stop the
Garatons, one way or another.
All
of my advanced training had revolved around
combat, from learning how to enhance my
senses, to building weapons, and to killing a
man (or any other living being) in 1001
different ways.
That’s why I was able to kill so many
Garatons.
“I
don’t like to brag, but maybe forty or
fifty.” I said with a smile.
We talked some more and I really got to
know how she’s been lately.
Natalie,
unlike me, chose medical, psychology, and
engineering as her advanced training.
She was a medic, mechanic and a
psychologist, an invaluable support on the
battlefield.
But with fazed soldiers coming in from
other fallen bases, her workload has increased
tremendously, especially her therapy.
However, she couldn’t relate to the
frightened soldiers, for she has never been in
a Garaton battle.
She didn’t know the horror – the
sense of hopelessness when fighting Garatons.
So
Natalie was relieved of her psychology duties
until she has actually been in the heart of a
Garaton battle.
This could account for her boredom.
I
told her that someday, we’ll fight together
side-by-side.
Delightfully, I also said to Natalie
that with me around, you wouldn’t be bored.
She smiled one of her warm smiles, the
one that took my breath away.
I couldn’t help but lean over a plant
a soft kiss on her cheek.
I
finished up my lunch and told her I had a
debriefing to go to.
She led me to the Mission Center
and we went our separate ways.
To
be continued...