FFF (First FanFic, lol at the anagram)
I'm a recent new comer to this forum.
Had an idea for a fic, so here is the first installment. Please do not bite me, but slapping is tolerated to an extent. Criticism always welcome. Enough Talk, here's the fic.
“Commander to all marines in the proximity. Get your **** back here on the double. I repeat, get your **** back here now! We have multiple alphas converging on base!” Commander Rankin slammed his mic back onto the console, dropped a shotgun nearby and logged out. He ran over to grab the weapon, but stopped dead in his tracks. Three bluish skinned aliens and two reddish skinned one were already standing in the base. One was holding the recently dropped shotgun and was pointing it at Commander Rankin.
“What the hell are you?” He picked at his built-in communications device. “All personnel, get back—” The order was cut short by a shotgun blast.
The fated marines looked at each other and hurried back to base. Four of them took cover behind a pillar while the others rushed forward into the room. The aliens were holding some sort of projectile weaponry, which cut down the first marines before they had a chance to react.
“Aw hell, what are those? Some new form of theirs or something? Get cover!” shouted one of the marines before a bullet from the alien guns struck him in the neck. The remaining marines shot back, but the situation was hopeless. Bullets glanced harmlessly off their armor, doing no damage. As the battle closed to a finish, one of the aliens leapt forward and slashed the marines behind the pillar with its extendable claws.
The last remaining marine cowered against the wall. Dropping his weapon, he rose his arm and babbled “Don’t hurt me. Please don't hurt me.” The alien let down his arm and looked at him with what seemed to be disdain. A single thought entered the marine’s head. Stay away from here.
***Sender: LTC Timothy Chan
Subject: New Alien Lifeform
Destination: TSA High Command.
Sirs and Madams of the Trans-System Authority, in a recent campaign at Yarmut Station by one of my platoons, a group of unidentified aliens appeared and proceeded to slaughter the soldiers. They somehow bypassed all automated defense systems and were able to kill the commander before the soldiers made it back to base. Upon returning, the marines were all killed save one.
Private Kevin Kingsbury reported that there were five aliens in total, three blue-skinned and two red-skinned. Conventional weaponry was ineffective against this new threat, and the marines were unable to inflict any casualties. Private Kingsbury further reported that these aliens were humanoid in shape, yet possessed claws at the back of their hands, elbows and knees. The claws are extendable and well suited to melee combat.
Most disturbing is the new life form’s ability to manipulate objects as humans. Up to this point, no alien has been able to pick up or use TSA equipment. However, these new type of alien carried projectile weaponry very similar to our own. Upon further examination and backtracking of recent TSA defeats, I have noticed that at a number of locations, the dead marines had similar wounds to those who died at Yarmut. Furthermore, in these cases, there were an appalling number of documented friendly fire incidents. My conclusion is that these battles had similar conclusions, with the friendly fire being none other than the weaponry of this new alien life form.
It is believed at this time that these new aliens are the newest addition to Kharaa evolution, possibly influenced by human anatomy. For this reason, I have given myself the liberty of nicknaming these aliens “Mimics.”
According to Private Kingsbury, one of the Mimics approached him with the intent of killing him, but instead spared his life, which is the only reason he is still alive today, to our great fortune. Kingsbury says that the Mimic telepathically communicated to him, giving him a simple warning, “Stay away from here,” before leaving. It is theorized that telepathy is the process of communication for the Kharaa, as they appear to have no telligible vocal patterns. Most puzzling to note is that when the backup team arrived, they found Yarmut completely devoid of any Kharaa presence, including the bacteria growth that is always present on any infested location.
Thank you for your time to oversee this issue of most pressing concern. It would be in the interests of the TSA to reform standard protocol and strategy to accomodate for this new threat. I will keep you up to date should any new information be discovered.
Lieutenant Colonel Timothy Chan Reporting
That's it folks. Hope you enjoy
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