First fan-fic of mineIts my first (sucky) fan-fic, inspired by Fire Eel's Behemoth and many others. Do you think it's worth continuing?
Tim glanced through the cantina’s windows while slowly drinking his coffee. Outside he could see dozens of soldiers running around and loading gear into dropships, he even spotted few tanks, which was rare to see one. Tanks were mostly used in ground stations or to control hot zones. This brought the kharaa’s tank to his mind, the onos. Tim tried to put it out of his mind but it sticked there for the rest of the day, like a nightmare.
He turned around only to see the depressed faces of other men and women sitting in the cantina. He slowly walked towards the table of his “squad”. Tim sat down at the end of the table and looked at the men. Jones, Nick and Thomas, his 3 best friends, sat there silently, looking down at the table while drinking their coffee’s each with their own speed. No-one seemed to listen to anyone, everyone minding their own business, even Nick was silent, which was odd, as he used to have something to say all the time. Soon the speakers on the roof came alive, giving a short message. *ding* “SCAR report to captain’s office immediately” *ding*.
Tim rose up with his squad and they headed down the corridor towards the elevators. They passed many of the training rooms, where they taught the new soldiers how to fight the Kharaa threat. The TSA training wasn’t as complete as it should have been. Training soldiers to shoot at paper targets wasn’t the way how to teach them to face the Kharaa threat.
Tim sighed deep inside him. He stood in the elevator nervously waiting for the elevator doors to open. The numbers on the pad lit up one after another, running lower by each click. When the counter reached 3, the elevator pinged and doors opened. Tim had never been in the third floor with the high-ranked officers. He walked slowly after others towards the captain’s office at the end of the well-lit hallway. At the end of the hallway, was the officer’s quarters and offices. Tim knocked on the door and opened it after hearing the captain’s voice.
“Get in. Ah, I've been waiting for you,” said captain.
“Yes sir, you have something for us?” Tim asked while saluting the captain.
“At ease soldier, and yes I really have something… Could you close the door please” captain said and rose up, and at the same time he lighted his cigar. The light illuminated captain’s face and Tim noticed the scar on his face, which reached from the forehead to the chin.
“Indeed, I've gathered you here for a reason,” the captain started. “I guess some of you must have heard from the new battleship prototype?”
Jones rose his hand “Yes sir, it’s said to be invincible against the Kharaa?”
“Yes, or was supposed to be…” Captain said and sat down, digging some papers from the drawer and looking through of them thoroughly.
“Here’s the blueprint’s, as you see, there are no ‘weak’ spots in there. Somehow the Kharaa got in the ship, probably with some scientist. Scientists are only ones who can come and go as they please, without security check. Here’s also the log’s from last scientific research.” Captain said and shook his head. According to logs, the scientists brought an un-mature hive inside the ship. Here are the last ones before the incident.”
|09.13 PM| 04.05.26
“The sample collected from the near planet, seems to be some sort of organic life form. It seems to grow slowly, in few days it has grown 1, 2 meters, 127 centimeters to be exact. We’ve moved it to the lab B for best condition. We will be waiting for the next test results.
|05.12 AM| 06.05.26
“We have some results about it for now. It has grown some tentacles from which it hangs from the roof, we are lowering the conditions to stop it from growing, and we don’t want any incident here. 2 first types of aliens have hatched from their eggs, some skulks and a gorge. We have no new info for now.
“So, there you have it, next day the skulks somehow breached the container. They even sealed the labs off from rest of the ship but it was useless in the end. So this is where you come in. We have everything set up for you, and the ship is leaving in 3 hours. Go get your weapons from the armory and meet sergeant in the drop ship. Dismissed” Captain said and stood up, saluting the men.
“Yes sir!” Men yelled in unison, saluting and then walked out of the captain’s office. The squad walked now with a faster speed towards the elevator. The armory was almost empty at this time, only 3 men totally, the sergeant and two cleaners. Place was very large and clean for an armory, the floor was shining from the wax.
“Hello boys” Sergeant greeted the men during his chores.
“Hi, we’re here to get equipment for the next mission.” Tim said and saluted the sergeant.
“I’ve been informed about you and the mission, good luck; you’re going to need it.” Sergeant said and started handing out weapons from under the desk.
“Let’s see… 2 heavy machine guns, shotgun and a grenade launcher. Seems a lot of heavy weapons, where you headed to?” Sergeant asked curiously.
“I’m afraid that’s… classified.” Tim said while smiling nervously.
“Ok squad, load up with all ammo you can carry, and then we head to the drop ship, it’s going to be a long ride then.” Tim said and pulled the slide on his pistol back; making sure there was a round chambered and then put the safety on.
Later on the ship…
Everyone was sitting in total silence, looking around under from under their visors. The squad’s size was about 10 men, including sergeant. Sergeant rose up and started walking around explaining the situation.
“Listen up men! We are going to land to cargo bay, first securing the surrounding, then moving on to the science labs and kill the hive there. Kharaa have had a lot of time to dig in, so expect heavy defenses.”
“Sir, are we going in all alone?” One of the men asked and dropped his weapon accidentally.
Tim took the weapon from the floor, looking at the marks made on it, 3 figures of skulk laid near the trigger. Then he handed the weapon back to the man saying “Take good care of it, it might save your ****, and all of our ****. What are those marks by the way, your skulk kills?”
“Yeah, I started about a week ago and I’ve been in one conflict now, as a member of this squad.” The man answered.
“How many kills you got as a recruit?” Jones asked interested from the other seats, looking at the man from under his visor.
“I didn’t count it at that time, I only saw some of the men do this and that’s where I got the idea for doing this.” Man said, taking out his pistol and showed the marks on it. Tim counted 7 marks before the man put the weapon back to his holster.
“I’m Tim, and that other guy there is Jones. Nick and Thomas are sitting right of me.” Tim said, and pointed out the men from the others.
“I’m Jack and this fellow here is George.” Jack said and introduced his friend sitting left to him.
“You guys have known each other for a long time?” Tim asked, looking at George and then looked back at Jack.
“I have known him for a long time, from college.” Jack answered and then asked. “And you, how long you’ve known them?”
“Well, I’ve known Jones from 1st grade of school, Nick from 4th grade and Thomas is Jones’ little brother, even he is bit taller than Jones.” Tim said almost laughing.
“I’ve told you not to go there…” Jones said but couldn’t help smiling.
“Ok, ETA to target 3 minutes!” Sergeant yelled and walked towards the pressurized door. Every man fell in silence again, only checking their weapons and mentally preparing them to face the Kharaa.
“We are closing to the ship; you can see it from the windows on the right.” Pilot said through the intercom. Men stood up quickly and looked at the ship looming ahead, standing in middle of nowhere.
“Get up and get ready, we are moving in!” Sergeant yelled and stood up, forming a line behind him. Pressurized doors sizzled, and then slowly started opening up. Men inside the ship could see to the cargo bay, dead bodies everywhere, lying on the cold metal floor, the stench was unimaginably terrible. Sergeant was the first one to jump out of the ship; dropping a meter or two and making the metal under him make a clanging noise, followed by other men jumping out.
Tim was second one to hop out, and rolled down to the floor, looking up to the roof and then back to the cargo bay doors. When everyone had hopped out, sergeant started giving orders. “We split into two squads. Tim you take your squad plus Jack and George. I’m taking the rest of the men. Got it?” Tim nodded as an answer. Sergeant continued his orders “You head out to the armory; search some high explosives and a welder. We will march to the hive and hold there waiting for you. After we get the hive, we head out to the engine room and put this ship on the move and call for reinforcements. Now move out!”
“Yes sir!” All men yelled in unison, and grouped with their squad leaders.
“So what’s the plan now?” Jones asked and crouched down, holding the shotgun on his knee.
“We do as told to do, but does anyone know the armory is?” Tim said and looked around for any guides or maps. Men started looking for a guide or a map which would show the way to the armory.
“Think I found one!” Jones yelled near a door, crouching looking at a small map with different colors and arrows pointing different ways. One of the arrows had armory written on it with bright blue.
“So we head out that way.” Tim said and started to walk to the door leading to armory.