NEW WAR PreludeA Story by Dreadnought OblivionRead it review it, give me some drive to make a new chapter, with more fightingNew War Earth, First war Zeke was alone; he had only his gun
and two grenades. An explosion rocked the foundation of the ruined building and
the north wall crumbled to pieces. His position was now compromised, where the
wall once stood were two armored Razlers, basic ground troopers belonging to
the Serfkora Royal Army. Zeke leapt behind a distorted and war charred book
shelf before the Razlers could spot him. He took a moment to catch his breath
and then disarmed the safety of his rifle, smothering it to contain the click
it would release. A moment or two passed before the Razlers entered the
building, their own weapons shouldered. Zeke instinctively crouched low below a
hole in the bookshelf and loaded a clip into the rifle, again smothered. One
Razler, slightly bigger than the other approached the west side of the room,
where the bookshelf stood ready to kill whatever moved. Ready for
confrontation, Zeke shouldered his gun and aimed at where he guessed the Razler’s
head would be. When the enemy came into view, Zeke let loose two rounds of
shots the first knocking the Razler back and its helmet off, the second to pierce
the horrifying face that was underneath it. As the round sunk into the
monstrosity’s skull, it twitched for a while, then dropped its weapon and fell
onto its chest, dead with a puddle of white gore forming around it. The second
was quick to pounce into action. It began to shoot a constant round of bullets
into the bookshelf as it hurried towards its fallen partner. Zeke rolled to
avoid the shots, and quickly released his own stream of lead towards the Razler.
A few rounds later the creature fell to floor in a collapsed pile, dead. Adrenaline still pumping, Zeke quickly
gathered supplies from the Razlers, ammo, grenades, and he picked up one of their
side arms to replace the one he had lost earlier. As he calmed himself down he
refreshed his emptied gun, and clipped the grenades to notches on his uniform’s
belt. The Razler’s also both carried melee weapons, light staff like weapons
that released a charge of electricity much like a taser. He scooped up the
weapon with the most charge and left the now open room before more enemies
arrived. The building was once a trade center
for Earth after their first extra terrestrial contact, with a bipedal, lizard
like race. From that point on, humanity became a global trade stop, uniting the
world for common purposes. Then wars broke out and, try as the might to stay neutral,
Earth humans were dragged into stellar conflict. The main opponent of the Earth
was a large conglomerate of planets and species: the Serfkora Empire. The building Zeke was
now racing through was quickly targeted, and all people within a 10 mile radius
were devastated. Zeke raced through a destroyed hall
that connected the room he was just in to the stairwell. To his sides were the
remains of once glorious location, now in shambles. There were massive chunks
of the hall way that had capsized to the ground, leaving Zeke to hop and leap
through most of the path. When he reached the stairs Zeke looked around, there
were corpses strewn around and blood splattered on the walls in a pattern that
could pass as abstract art. He could hear the scurry of the remaining enemy troops
searching for more humans, others had been sent to examine the nearby Space
Port Zonelae, named after the scientist credited with the creation of Earth’s
gigaspeed generators. In order to ensure easier movement below, Zeke unclipped
a bounce grenade, and a seeker bomb, and tossed them over the edge. In an
instant the floor below was consumed by explosions, the grenades had done their
job and killed many of the remaining cavalry, but also set off traps set by the
Earth soldiers, creating a spreading wave of death that overtook the whole
ground floor. Before Zeke could celebrate though, the floor beneath him gave
way as a seismic mine detonated, and began to finish the demolition. As the floor under Zeke’s feet gave
way, he reached for the railing of the stairs near him, and pressed his body
close to it. Ruble fell to the ground almost knocking Zeke’s grip off, but he
held firm even as the stairs gave way and the rail flailed around in mid air.
After a few moments, the tremors ceased, and eventually the downpour of ruins
also ended. Zeke tried to steal a peek below twisting his body to see. That
sudden movement pulled the dangling rail from the wall it was perched on; what
would have been a crippling two story fall was cut into less than half by the
mound of debris that had gathered on the ground. He landed with a thud on a
large piece of dry wall, and then bounced a little before settling on a carpeted
piece of floor. Zeke caught his breath and then tried to do a self diagnostics;
nothing seemed broken, but his whole body ached, and he was bleeding in many
places. After a while, Zeke climbed carefully to the bottom of the mound, and
went to search for some replacement supplies and a new staff weapon, he must’ve
lost the other one at some point. He gathered the new equipment and left for
the courtyard. Zeke saw a supply packed that had
obviously just been dropped; it was stuffed to its fullest with food drinks and
medical supplies. He took a piece of jerked meat and a swig of water, and then
flung the pack on his shoulders. He decided to cross the courtyard and search
for anything to help him out of this mess. As
Zeke crossed the remains of the tower’s courtyard he spotted something in the
distance that made his whole body stop, a rolling Serfkora transport, more
troops were fast approaching. A battle had just finished here, between the
Earth’s ground defense troops, and Serfkora’s invasion cavalry units. Comprised
mostly of Razlers like the ones Zeke had just slain, the invasion force quickly
overtook the battalion of soldiers gathered here. There was only one hope for
Zeke, he would have to cross through the ruins of Space Port Zonelae and
contact a nearby command module. Death to stay here, suicide mission to go to
Zonelae, he was adamant on option B. © 2010 Dreadnought OblivionAuthor's Note
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Added on February 22, 2010Last Updated on February 22, 2010 AuthorDreadnought OblivionSome Town, PAAboutIm a student, but between school, sports, college prep stuff, and chores; there isn't much time in my days more..Writing
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