J_Hank
Down to Earth, Hard
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02/22/38
0800.13.45 (Earth Time)
It was supposed to be routine... just a quick buzz over the city: drop in, pick up wounded, and get the hell outta dodge... all in all, about twenty and a half minutes in hostile territory. A nice, easy, safe touch-and-go.
Heh. It was anything but safe... about 2 minutes out from the rescue site, something hit us... I don't even know what... all I know is that all the sudden, our dropship was spinning hopelessly out of control at breakneck speeds.
The ground came up too fast. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was the horrifying screech of metal against the ground. Then everything faded to black...
When I finally came too, it was considerably later in the day, the two moons of this Urag planet starting to rise in the sky. I was suprisingly unscathed, protected by the bullet-proof cockpit glass. I pushed the glass off of me and surveyed the damage... there was a long, black scar in the street, and the ship seemed to have taken out part of a very small building on the way down. The street was shreded all around the scar, and the rubble was still smoldering.
No one else had survived... the unrecognizable charred corpses told me that much. It was getting dark, and I had to hide. No doubt there would be all kinds of Urag activity around here once night fell. I pulled myself into the rubble of the building, hunching myself in the corner. Grabbing my sidearm, I started waiting for the inevitable encounter...
I'm still here, there is no sign of rescue. It is almost dark now. At least I know one thing for sure: being the only survivor of a crash is pretty bad. But being the only survivor of a crash, behind enemy lines, with night falling... well, that just plain sucks.
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Down to Earth, Hard
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02/22/38
0800.13.45 (Earth Time)
It was supposed to be routine... just a quick buzz over the city: drop in, pick up wounded, and get the hell outta dodge... all in all, about twenty and a half minutes in hostile territory. A nice, easy, safe touch-and-go.
Heh. It was anything but safe... about 2 minutes out from the rescue site, something hit us... I don't even know what... all I know is that all the sudden, our dropship was spinning hopelessly out of control at breakneck speeds.
The ground came up too fast. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was the horrifying screech of metal against the ground. Then everything faded to black...
When I finally came too, it was considerably later in the day, the two moons of this Urag planet starting to rise in the sky. I was suprisingly unscathed, protected by the bullet-proof cockpit glass. I pushed the glass off of me and surveyed the damage... there was a long, black scar in the street, and the ship seemed to have taken out part of a very small building on the way down. The street was shreded all around the scar, and the rubble was still smoldering.
No one else had survived... the unrecognizable charred corpses told me that much. It was getting dark, and I had to hide. No doubt there would be all kinds of Urag activity around here once night fell. I pulled myself into the rubble of the building, hunching myself in the corner. Grabbing my sidearm, I started waiting for the inevitable encounter...
I'm still here, there is no sign of rescue. It is almost dark now. At least I know one thing for sure: being the only survivor of a crash is pretty bad. But being the only survivor of a crash, behind enemy lines, with night falling... well, that just plain sucks.
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