Skulkinator Join Date: 2004-05-30 Member: 29016Members, Array Posts: 99
edited July 2004 in Fan-Fiction Forum
The screams of the dying and the wounded filled the marines' voice channel as they fought desperately against a pack of Kharaa. Corporal Lowe lobbed a hand grenade over an overturned table as few Skulks ran by. This infection is worse than they guessed, he thought.
An alien scream pierced the gunfire and shouting, and everything stopped for one second. Then, everything went to hell. A pair of Onos charged through the warship's drop bay entrance, and began to rip apart the structures. The turret fire hardly seemed to affect them, as they crushed those, too.
Lowe stepped back from the table, and ran up a metal staircase on the wall. He stopped at the top, on a rectangle of catwalks. He propped his HMG on the railing, and started to fire. The roar of the gun nearly obscured the screams.
One Onos fell, and the surviving marines cheered. They pushed forward, shooting at the other Onos. Before they could kill it, however, more aliens poured through the doorway.
Several skulks leapt through, as well as a few Fades and Gorges. It was too much for the marines, and they were slowly pushed back as they ran out of ammunition and cover. They killed several of the Kharaa as they slowly retreated, but were eventually torn apart. Lowe looked on as his fellow marines were killed, one by one, and reloaded his HMG. He opened fire in rage.
The bullets shredded a few Skulks and Gorges, but he was stopped short as a Fade suddenly appeared beside him. He looked at it, his eyes burning with fury, and jumped to the side, dropping his HMG and drawing his pistol.
The Fade roared and stepped forward, raising one deadly claw. Lowe rolled to the side as the claw came down on metal. He quickly got to his feet and emptied ten rounds into the Fade's chest, but they seemed only to sting it.
Lightning-quick, the Fade jabbed one claw through Lowe's lower torso. He winced, coughing as he felt the blood running. Any normal man would have lost consciousness then, before death, but Lowe was filled with desperate rage, and with the last of his fading consciousness, he grabbed the claw, and ran forward.
Both of them toppled over the catwalk, falling towards the remaining combatants, in a twisted embrace. The Kharaa simply walked over the two bodies, ignoring them, as they killed the rest of the marines.
For these marines, this was the end. For others who would arrive afterwards, it was only the beginning.
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